Author: forpornandjunk

That time I was handcuffed and dominated by a girl from Tinder (Part 2) [MF] [Femdom] [Bondage] [Teasing] [Choking] [Anal Sex]

*Sorry for the wait, thanks for your patience. I got some nice feedback on [part one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sjw2i9/that_time_i_was_handcuffed_and_dominated_by_a/) from a few people, so here’s hoping you enjoy this next part even more. I’ve quite enjoyed writing up and reliving this encounter. WARNING: There is some alcohol use in this part of the story that could be considered mild CNC play (emphasis on mild). Nevertheless, felt it was worth mentioning up front.*

There I sat, handcuffed naked to a chair in a hotel room, having just been denied another orgasm by my beautiful tormentor. She stood before me, the pale curves of her body on full display. Her dyed red hair was slightly messy, and a light sheen of sweat glinted on her skin, but her face betrayed no sign of exertion as she regarded me with a cruel smile on her lips. The angry red of my cock and heavy ache in my balls reminded me of how desperately I needed to cum, and so I knew that no matter what sinister intentions she had in mind, I would go along with them. Read more »

That time I was handcuffed and dominated by a girl from Tinder (Part 1) [MF] [Femdom] [Bondage] [Teasing]

*Hey all! Long-time reader of autobiographical smut, first-time writer of autobiographical smut. Feel free to comment or message letting me know what you think, whether that’s constructive criticism or just saying it got you mad horny.*

As soon as the door closed she told me, “Take off your clothes and sit on that chair.” I undressed somewhat sheepishly, feeling a little embarrassed – yet excited – about being the only one getting naked, and took my seat. She then got two pairs of handcuffs out of her bag and attached each of my wrists to an arm of the chair; I was secured to the chair, but still able to move my hands relatively freely.

My seductive captor went to her bag to withdraw a small bottle of lube, before walking back to me. “Hold out your hand,” she said, before squirting a generous amount of lube into it. She took a step back, looked me up and down and then, with a satisfied smirk…

“Stroke for me. I want to watch.” Read more »