Author: njsub1978

After Happy Hour, Part 4 [BDSM] [Fdom] [kidnap] [torture] [real] [oc] [F40/F34/F36]

Jessica’s head was now clouded in a totally different way. As she stepped back and admired her work, she felt a high like she never had before. As Mistress Michelle praised her for a job well done, the oxytocin release going on in her brain seemed to be at an all-time high.

“Beautiful job slave,” Mistress Michelle said as she ran her hand over a particularly hard-hit area on the small of the bound girl’s back. “When tonight started, I had no idea how things would end up, but I am now starting to see things very clearly.”

Leah, still with her nose buried in her panties on the floor, had tears running down her cheek. She could hear the praise being given out above her, but knew better than to turn her head to look at what was going on with her own eyes.

“I am going to go to bed slave,” Mistress Michelle said to Jessica as she pulled the length of rope through the bolts, freeing Leah. “If you think that this slut has learned her lesson, you can both do the same, but you’re free to use anything down here to continue if you’d like to continue.” Read more »

After Happy Hour, Part 3 [BDSM] [Fdom] [kidnap] [torture] [real] [oc] [F40/F34/F36]

Jessica’s head was completely spinning. On one hand, she had just experienced the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life; but on the other she had just given up every free moment she had – it was a lot to take in. Meanwhile, someone who she had hired to work for her a year earlier was currently using her mouth to clean her vagina, and the one responsible for making her feel like she’d never felt before. And all of this didn’t take into account the fact that she’d just agreed to be a slave to a woman dressed in black leather who had tasered her to unconsciousness just a few hours earlier.

“Just one minute left slut,” Mistress Michelle’s voice cut through the room. “One minute to make her cum the same way again or you will face the consequences of failure.”

Leah thrust her cock inside harder and faster, but the fact that Jessica’s head was everywhere else was no help at all to the situation. She finally noticed her eyes start to roll a bit and her lower lip between her teeth. Read more »

After Happy Hour, Part 2 [BDSM] [Fdom] [kidnap] [torture] [real] [oc] [F40/F34/F36]

Leah reached to rub her eyes, but realized her hands were cuffed, her ankles too and a heavy collar around her neck. She laid back down on the mattress and exhaled, her Friday ritual had begun. She was still in her outfit she left the house in, and she could feel the moisture building inside her cheap, faux-leather panties. She looked to her left and her heart stopped. There was a woman stripped down to her bra and panties, but that wasn’t what caused the change in her heartbeat – it was the fact it was her manager, Jessica.

Mistress Michelle walked into the room in the same way she did every Friday, leather-clad from head to toe. She clearly had a strap-on harness in her left hand as she knelt down close to Leah.

“So dear, we have a little situation here. Usually I thoroughly vet all of our weekend guests to make sure they’re ready for what to expect,” she said in a sensual tone. “But your friend here would have created a problem if I didn’t do something, so now she’s part of our game.” Read more »

After Happy Hour, Part 1 [BDSM] [Fdom] [kidnap] [torture] [real] [F40/F34/F36]

She burst through the front door of her apartment and collapsed onto the couch. It was already a few hours later than she was used to getting home from work, but it had been so long since all of her co-workers got together for a Friday happy hour, and she felt as though she couldn’t miss it.

She enjoyed the time out of the office getting to know everyone in the office a bit, and knew that it was both the only way to move upward at the company, and be able to keep any questions on her life outside the office to a minimum. She was pretty sure tonight’s bonding time with her millennial manager would go a long way to earning her a promotion. They both bonded over the fact that their post-pandemic-lockdown Friday nights usually consisted of sitting at their apartments alone with a bottle of gin swiping left and right on their smartphones. She didn’t let the fact that she was a bourbon drinker and never even downloaded one of those apps get in the way of creating a good connection. Read more »

The Online Meeting, Part 2 (fdom) (bdsm) (real) (extreme) (femdom) [F35/M40]

She walked over and pulled all of the locks on the door as she spoke. It was now just the two of them in the room, and as his head swam with thoughts on what he was going to do next, it felt like they were the only two people in the world – and that’s exactly the way she wanted it.

She was not what everyone would consider a traditional beauty, but she was everything he pictured in fantasies for most of his adult life. Just over five feet tall, short, dark hair, dark eyes and glasses. She had tiny breasts that the vegan leather dress clung to perfectly with a shiny silver zipper splitting it right down the middle. Her thick thighs and plump backside made him think of burying his face deep in both to relieve her of the sweat that must have been built up from the extremely hot day.

“Joe!” She snapped at him bringing him back into the moment. “I want you to realize exactly what is going on. We’re now going to make two more videos to show the world just how fucked up you are – put these on!” Read more »

The Online Meeting, Part 1 [fem]dom, [bdsm], [real], [extreme], [F35/M40]

Besides the ridiculously hot temperature, the day could not have been more average. A morning commute into the city, a handful of meetings in different areas, a late lunch and then one late interview before checking into his hotel in order to get an early start on tomorrow. Since he was more than an hour early for the 5:30PM interview, he sat inside a nearby coffee shot and sipped a black, nitro cold brew while browsing on his laptop.

He’d recently fallen back into some of his old habits of chasing his kinks, only online for the most part, but the last few moments of people watching in the West Village had him thinking it was time to step up his game. It was the unbelievably sexy Woman in thick black hot pants on a 90-plus-degree day that drove him to post a personal ad on the Reddit BDSM channel. It was very plain, maybe even too boring he thought; but it covered the basics just in case there was someone looking for someone like him. Read more »

The Business Trip, Part 4 (femdom) (bdsm) (humiliation) (F40/m43)

He rolled over and reached for his phone, the same way he did every morning. 6:15AM. Within a second, he received what looked like a duplicate notification on his lock screen. The subject line was unassuming enough, simply ‘What’s Next.’ He was still wiping the sleep from his eyes when panic set in. The second message at 6:15AM was just as she said, to his work email address. He quickly unlocked the phone, glanced over the message and replied ‘yes Mistress’ in an effort to make sure the next part of her threat didn’t come to light.

He then composed himself as much as possible, and re-read the message. As he read the steps, it was the first time he truly felt the pain of the chastity pouch in which he was locked. His cock always swelled when he was given orders to follow, this time it felt as if it was being ripped to shreds as it tried. He showered, prepped and packed the bag just as he was told. The previous night, he hadn’t realized how little the hotel robe actually covered up only landing about midway on his thigh. He again passed no one in the halls, and the changes at the front desk went remarkably easy. The elevator door opened, he got in and pressed 15. When he arrived on the floor, he stood in front of the door and breathed deeply. He wasn’t sure what the fate was behind that door, but he knew it was his only option. Read more »

The Perfect Victim, Part 2 (femdom, real, bdsm, kidnap, torture, consensual) (m35/f38)

She sat on the edge of her bed. She had laid out three outfits already, one for each of the next three days. There was part of her that was a bit nervous about this morning, sure everything that happened last night came directly from conversations they’d had while they knew each other, but she did have someone help her drug him and then chained him to the floor in her home. As she pulled on her black leather joggers, she looked in the mirror and thought about what she wanted to accomplish today. Her main goal was to get into a headspace that this was all real – she knew if she was there, he would be too.

She put on her matching black leather tank top and watched the monitor from the security camera downstairs. His sleep seemed to becoming more fitful, and it was almost time. She put on a matching black leather mask that completely hid her identity, especially when she tucked her long hair up underneath. She took one last look in the mirror, took a deep breath and walked out of the room. She knew the next ten minutes would make or break the weekend. Read more »

The Perfect Victim (femdom, real, kidnap, torture, consensual) (m35/f38)

[ This is the first time I’ve recounted an event that is 100% true. It’s from my point of view, but we’ve now talked about this for the last 10 years, and I’ve seen so much of the video; so it is pretty accurate. Would love to hear what you think ]

Part 1

The email was pretty straightforward; “Drinks Tonight?” Was what the subject read, and it was signed Miss Mia. She’d asked him earlier in the week if he had plans for the Labor Day Weekend, and he told her he’d finally broken up with his girlfriend, so he was ‘flying solo.’ It was just another example of the way that the timing was just never right for the two of them – every time one of them was single, the other was not in a position to start a relationship. This time was no different as she was set to move to London in the Fall to start her dream job.

They had an amazing relationship. She was very comfortable with her BDSM-centric lifestyle, and he was in his 20s and still very shy about his interests; but he trusted her and told her more than anyone. She helped him make sense of his kinks and fetishes, and the two played together on a regular schedule. Read more »

Adventures in Key West, Part 7 (femdom) (bdsm) (sm) (M43/F44)

The day was a complete whirlwind. Her driver came by and picked them up and then there were stops at the bank where they set up a joint account, a lunch date where they chatted like they were old friends, some shopping for some very sexy clothes, and now they were in front of a place called Southernmost Tattoo.

“I want to have you marked,” she purred as she lifted the bottom of his t-shirt and rubbed her hand on his waistline. “I have figured out the perfect symbol as a starter – you know, before I personally add my mark to your ass.”

She took out a picture of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics and showed it to him.

“It means ‘slave,’” she said as she placed her open hand right below his hip. “And this is where it’s going.”

They walked inside where she talked with a female tattoo artist. The two seemed to know each other pretty well. Finally, she motioned for him to leave the waiting area and join them. She explained to him they would be using the private room in the back. Read more »