GhostOfTAYetToCome, Author at NSFW story

“Undress for your master”: A prelude [M4F]

I’m dressed in a nice suit. Got a nice haircut and had my beard trimmed. I’m sitting at the edge of the bed, and you’re at the far end of the room. While glaring at your eyes without breaking contact and not letting you know how aroused your sole presence makes me feel, I tell you to take off your shoes.

Then, off comes your top.

At my command, you take off your trousers, and off comes your bra immediately.

And then, you get on all fours and crawl up to me, kneeling at the bed’s edge.

I welcome you with a tender kiss. I invite you to sit on my lap, your back facing my chest. I tie your hands behind your back. My hands touch your body and I kiss your neck and work my way up to your soft, moist lips.

I keep kissing your neck softly as my hands caress your waist and go up to your tender breasts. I keep kissing you as I rub them, I squeeze them, I pinch them and I do whatever I want with them, because they’re mine now. As are you. Read more »

Of Kindness and Kink. Chapter 4: Unchained Beast [handjob] [blowjob] [dirty talk]

I put my boxers and my jeans back on and threw on a plain white t-shirt. Jenny, now free from her restraints, used the restroom while I went downstairs to make us some coffee. The hour was about 8:00 p.m.

As the coffee was brewing, I just kept thinking about what had just happened. I fulfilled my fantasy, recovered my self confidence and had sex with a girl that’s way out of my league, all in just the past hour or so. I was feeling really good about myself.

Then, down came Jenny. She was wearing nothing but her black panties and her pink bra. Her lips were curled into a prankster’s grin, like she knew something embarrassing about me or was thinking up a devious plan to scare me. That or she wanted me to bang her on the counter. She’s in command. She has been in command since I took her blindfold off and she knows it. Even if I tied her back up in the straitjacket, gagged her, blindfolded her and locked her in a soundproof padded room, I’d still be a slave to her will. Read more »

Of Kindness and Kink. Chapter 3: Reluctant Dominant [bondage]

As I went to the kitchen, I thought: “STUPID!!! SHE WANTED ME TO GO ALL THE WAY!!! SHE WAS PROBABLY INCITING ME!!!! But… she could’ve just been enjoying the massage… but… THAT MUCH?!?! YOU IDIOT!!!! IT WAS A SIGN AND YOU MISSED IT!!!! YOU MISSED IT!!!! NOW SHE’LL NOT WANT ANYTHING WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING COWARD!!!!”.

I brought her a glass of water and placed the sheets back over her legs. I ordered a pizza and it arrived thirty minutes later. All that while, Jenny was very quiet. I couldn’t bring myself to say a single word; I was swimming in a stew of shame, regret, anger and self disappointment.

I helped Jenny eat and even cleaned her lips with a napkin. “Would you like to watch a movie? I’ve got Netflix, Apple TV, Amazon Prime, Hulu… you name it, I got it. “Well, I’ve never seen Schindler’s List. Is it good?”, she asked. “It’s one of my favorites; let’s watch it”, I said. Read more »

Of Kindness and Kink. Chapter 2: Impromptu Nurse [bondage]

She woke up at about 10:00 a.m.. “Wha- what’s going on?!?! HELP!!!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!!!”, she screamed. “Whoa, take it easy. You’re okay. Nobody’s gonna hurt you.”, I said calmly. “Who are you? Why did am I blindfolded? Am I in a straitjacket? Is this a hospital? Who are you, a doctor?”, she asked, still quite shaken up. “No Jenny; I’m not a doctor”, I replied. “Then who are you? Some kind of sicko?”, she asked angrily. “No, Jenny. Let me explain: We met at Delirium last night. We talked for a while and you asked me to bring you to my place. When you got here, you panicked. You started screaming about something under your skin and you were clawing at your own arms. That’s why I had to tie you up; so that you won’t hurt yourself. The blindfold is to keep you from experiencing more hallucinations. I believe someone slipped something into your drink or something; you didn’t even have that many drinks”, I told her.

She calmed down a little. “No, nobody slipped anything into my drink.”, she confessed. When I was in the bathroom, I was offered a sample of a new type of drug. I can’t quite remember the name, but I don’t remember anything after taking it.”, she said. Read more »

Of Kindness and Kink. Prologue: Dry Spell Hell [bondage]

I was never a ladies man. Even though I work out and keep my hair cut and my facial hair well trimmed and clean, I just don’t seem to rub girls the right way. I still find myself thinking of that day when Gina dumped me. She was a beautiful half-Colombian brunette. She was sweet, she was loving and, most importantly: She was kinky like me. She had a thing for being tied up, and she told me several times that she fantasized about being trussed up in a straitjacket and locked in a padded cell. I developed my fetish at age fifteen, when I walked into my mom’s bedroom and caught a glimpse of a character in her favorite soap opera being tied up in one. Gina had a similar story, but it happened when she was eighteen and she saw it on her abuelita’s favorite telenovela. Seriously, what is it with daytime TV shows and straitjackets? Read more »

The catch [true story]

This happened about a year ago. It had been five months since my girlfriend dumped me, so I went back to the place I met her: Tinder. Had about three dates, one of which ended up with a girl inviting me to her apartment and really good, fun sex.

About a month after that, I matched this girl. For the sake of anonymity, let’s call her Chloe. Black hair, brown skin, and a beautiful, firm butt. Her pictures looked sexy, provocative and all-around DYNAMITE: Laying on her bed, at the beach, sitting in a sexy red dress… she was hot and she knew it! We started talking the minute we matched, and not before long, we were talking via Instagram.

“So, what brings you to Tinder?”, I asked her one day. The conversation went as follows:

Chloe: “Well, I used it for sex, but now I’m open to anything”.

Me: “Would you use it for casual sex again?”

Chloe: “Yeah”

Now, I’m not the most confident guy, and I don’t get laid that often. I paused for about a minute and wondered if I should ask her… and after taking my time, I said it: Read more »

Straitjacket fantasy [25M] [consensual] [bondage] [missionary]

Mesmerizing red hair, pale and flawless white skin, crimson red lips curled in a devious smile and emerald green eyes stare at me, blinking quickly in anticipation. She lays on the queen-sized bed, staring at me in nothing but her tight leather leggings, which highlight her perfect behind and her black bra. As I approach her, I reveal what I have hidden behind my back: A red collared Posey straitjacket. She bites her lower lip in anticipation, her gaze says it all: “Tie me up , daddy”.

She walks towards me, her hips swaying playfully with every step, until she’s met with the jacket’s warm embrace and the most delightful feeling of helplessness. I strap her in, sweetly caressing her waist, her breasts and her legs as I strip her off her arms. When she’s finally giving herself the tightest hug possible, I sit her on the mattress and position myself behind her. I kiss her cheeks and work my way up to her lips. I teasingly go down to her neck and she starts to struggle a little, begging me to go all the way, but I deny her request for release. I start to rub her nipples over the jacket; my fingers making a thousand promises of pleasure to come. I kiss her neck again, ever so gently, so tenderly, trying to hold in the raging, lustful monster inside me. I slide my right hand all the way to her crotch, rubbing it subtly. My other hand ventures under the jacket to pinch her hardened nipples, one at a time. Read more »

Straitjacket fantasy

I’ve always wanted to tie a girl up in a Posey straitjacket. Or any other straitjacket would be fine, but the Posey ones are my favorite. I just need to get the jacket… and a girl who wants to be tied up in one.

I’d strap her up before bed, sweetly caressing her waist, her breasts and her legs as I do so. When she’s finally giving herself the tightest hug possible, I’d sit her on the mattress and position myself behind her. Then I would kiss her cheeks and work my way up to her lips, then would teasingly go down to her neck and she starts to struggle a little, begging me to go all the way, but I resist. I start to rub her nipples over the jacket; my fingers making a thousand promises of pleasure to come. I kiss her neck again, ever so gently, so tenderly. Then I’d slide my right hand all the way to her crotch, rubbing it subtly. My other hand ventures under the jacket to pinch her hardened nipples one at a time. Read more »