Author: ModernMasturbatrix

The sub couple meet the dom couple [FMfm] – part 2

Henry and I draw up the nondescript chain hotel. Room 527 is our destination, holding hands tightly, a little giddy but reassured by each others company.
We reach the door and pause, take a breath and side eye each other knowingly.
Henry knocks confidently.

With a few seconds James answers the door with a broad smile and welcomes us in to their sizeable suite. Chloe and he gesture to us to sit on the sofa.
“How are you both” she asks
“Good, good, excited” I respond lightly.
“Good” James responds “we’re going to take great care of you two” he smiles.
“Filthy fun for everyone is the plan” Chloe beams and I return her smile. Read more »

The sub couple meet the dom couple [FMfm] [Bi]

We play at switching, Henry and I, and both love it but deep down we both desperately wanted to submit together. It was a topic of many fantasies until we spotted your post. We poured over it, you were a Dom couple, younger than us and not far away. Should we contact you? Could we submit together? So many questions but always that deep yearning need to know.

So with a tentative polite message we contacted you. We asked to explore and consider whether we could submit our bodies to you both, become your sub friends.

You replied equally politely, asking the right questions, probing and inquisitive. A Reddit group chat for the four of us is started. We respond, exchanging pictures of me in nadu in my favourite green agent provocateur lingerie and my partner also kneeling, caged and magnificent. You respond in turn with equally delicious pictures of you both posing, powerful, beautifully poised. There is a mutual early attraction, a feeling of similar respectful kink attitudes.

The waters are tested, you instruct us to strip and paddle each other to your count. We willingly comply, wet and hard together performing for you. For our potential master and mistress, although of course we do not use those terms yet. You are James and Chloe. Read more »

Senorita Part 2 [Ffm] [Bi]

I make my way back to the beach slowly, in a daze. When I get back she’s gone. I’m both relieved and disappointed in equal measure as I sit back into my deckchair and close my eyes. My memory flicks back and forth to what just happened and I squirm and cannot get comfortable.

Gathering my belongings I head back to the hotel. Entering the cool lobby I cross towards the stairs and my room. To my left the sun dappled and shady bar looks inviting and I divert and pick a quiet corner stool at the bar. I order an iced water but before it arrives I feel a presence behind me. I look around and she is right there, looking down at me through her oversized sunglasses. I stammer “h-hello” and she smirks and places a small package on the bar in front of me. I look down and then back up but she is already gone, making her way across the lobby.

I scoop the package up and into my lap and unwrap it slowly, a note wrapped around two clothes pegs. I hurriedly slip the pegs into my bag and read the note
“Room 205, 7pm, wear nothing but the pegs on your needy nipples, a loose dress and pin your hair up. Do not touch yourself between now and then. S” Read more »

I’ll Find You [MF] [CNC] [Mdom]

Slipping on my cropped vest, compression leggings and muddy running trainers, I text him ‘Off for a run’. Immediately a response ‘I’ll find you’ and my breath catches. He knows my routes, but doesn’t know which one I’ll pick today, will I run through the dense forest, the paths or the rolling fields? I choose the former, and set my playlist.

Kilometre one and two pass quickly, I’m looking around every tree and bush. No sign, and I relax and hum along to the music. I take a left turn and make my way up a steep bank, my pulse peaking at 179, at the top I’m breathing heavily and pause momentarily.

It’s at the moment that a strong hand snakes round my sweaty face and another grabs my upper arm and before I know it my face is against the hard scratchy surface of an ancient Oak. My pulse spikes as I twist and try to get away

“Stop struggling fucktoy” he hisses in my ear. “Let’s see how you’ve been training my holes” and he rips down my leggings exposing my white bottom to the forest. Read more »

Floor [MF] [Mdom]

The familiar buzz of a message stirs me from the catatonic pleasure of the warm water cascading over my shoulders. I shut off the shower, and still dripping, dry my hands and reach for my phone.
‘Door, position, 10 minutes’
My stomach flips and my face breaks into the usual smirk.
10 minutes? Bugger, I’ve already used up 2 of those. I roughly dry my skin, pleased I’d used my expensive perfumed shower cream. Braiding my damp blonde hair quickly and applying moisturiser took just a minute or two more as I look at my shining eyes in the illuminated bathroom mirror. No need to strip I muse to myself wryly.
I rather ungainly skip down the carpeted staircase, setting my phone on the console, dimming the lights and positioning myself as requested. A position so familiar, yet my heart still beats fast. Sir likes to know my bpm in moments like this, to see how he impacts my very physiology. I check on my watch, 91bpm. He’ll like that.

Knees bent, my legs tucked neatly under my bare bottom. Hands on my knees, painted dark red nails shiny, nipples hard and puckered. They always seem that way but tonight they’re harder than ever. The wooden floor is cool and hard below my limbs. Read more »

Senorita [les] [FF]

A book of poetry sits unread in my lap, my mind somewhat distracted by the feeling of the sand between my toes, the sun on my freckled skin and the sounds of strangers joining us on the beach.

I close my eyes for a moment, leaning back in my deckchair and adjusting my high cut plunge red costume in the vain attempt to prevent my nipples from slipping out. When I open my eyes she’s there, just a few feet away. I am transfixed. She surveys the scene, not seeing me eying her hungrily from behind my sunglasses. To my delight she reaches behind her and slips her dress off in one fluid movement. Her bikini clings to her substantial curves, she can’t be more than 5’ tall with glossy dark curls cascading down her smooth brown back. I drink in every detail, instantly aware of my nipples hardening and betraying my desire. I shift a little, an imperceptible but clear nod to the heat I can feel in between my pussy lips.

With a confidence she sashays in the direction of the waves. I watch, unblinking burning with a desire I hadn’t anticipated nor quite understand. Read more »