Author: LimitedGenius

I[F] shared a Master/slave fantasy with my husband [M], and the reenactment STILL has me wet a whole day later

*My husband and I are in a D/s dynamic, and he instructs me to write down any fantasies I have for his approval/reenactment. This is long, but I promise, it’s worth it.*

I stand in the room, knowing I will meet my Master soon. I’ve been ordered by my handlers to keep my gaze downcast, to not talk back, and only speak when spoken to. Apparently, those are all some of my less desirable attributes, and I’ve been told time and time again that I’m a long way from what a slave should be. Now that I’ve been bought, I’m determined to prove to my Master and myself that I can be the kind of slave any Master would be proud of.

He walks in, coolly confident, and my heart skips a beat. He’s tall, handsome, with a cruel glint in his eye and I can’t help but wonder what torturous delights he has in store for me.

He stops, then looks me up and down: “You belong to me now. I own you, understand, slave?”

I exhale shakily and breathe out a barely perceptible “Yesss.” Read more »

I [F] shared a BDSM fantasy with my husband [M] and he delivered beyond my wildest dreams

*First piece of naughty writing ever, so please be gentle. <3*

*I’m leaving this story exactly as presented to my husband. I was incredibly nervous sharing my fantasy with him, but as he read it, his hardening cock told me he was more than willing to indulge me. We just started exploring aspects of D/s, and it’s opened up a whole new world for me. Needless to say, the fantasy was acted out, and exceeded any expectations!*

Sir, I think the hard thing to ask you for is degradation mixed with the gentleness, there’s something about it that I can’t seem to shake.
Throughout the day, I think of you grabbing my hair and telling me what’s in store for me this evening, calling me your dirty slut, whore and fucktoy, while touching my face gently and kissing me sweetly. You sneak a pinch here, a slap there, enjoying my torment.

When we’re upstairs, you start a gentle spanking, first over my clothes, just with your hand, then getting more intense and bare skinned, and right before I really start to squirm, you stop. You ask me if I’m wet, and I blush. You decide you need to check, showing me just how drenched I am, taking quite a few languorous licks yourself, driving me to the edge, then you stop yet again. Read more »