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And she was made to watch, suffer and be used – [MFF] – BDSM – Female Cuckolding – Humiliation

It was the week of my birthday and Leslie called to invite me over for a birthday dinner.

Now, Leslie and I have a complex history. We started off dating with a bit of BDSM with her as the sub, involved other women, experimentation and eventually, she discovered that she was a power-dominant and a lesbian. Fortunately, our relationship had always been more of a FWB thing and as she drifted from me as a dating partner, we stayed great friends and occasional lovers. We shared women on occasion when we were both single and Leslie had a real fetish for humiliating her submissives by bringing me into the bedroom. A lesbian cuckoldress.

Why me? Am I an incredible lover or some god of sex? (Well I like to think so) but no, its really just came down to three things. The first was that Leslie trusted me deep as I did her. The second was that she knew my tastes and that I could be a lot of fun in the bedroom. Finally, as a lesbian, she didn’t want to have to say that the number of men she had fucked was rising. She said I didn’t count, which I chose to take as a compliment. Read more »

Bent over the desk – BDSM

He put the phone down and sat back in his chair. His office was suddenly quiet as their meeting ended. All pretenses and formalities finished. There was no official reason for her to stay. Nothing official.

He said nothing, but stared at her. Holding her eye contact. They were technically of the same rank, though she was pretty sure she made a bit more than him. His eyes on her though. She looked away and fidgeted slightly. How did he do this to her.

He didn’t move from his chair and his gaze didn’t leave her face. She couldn’t look back up into those eyes. “Stand up,” he said lightly, but in a tone that made his intentions clear.

She hesitated, looked at the door to his office and stood slowly.

“Come over here and face the door,” he said.

He watched as she walked slowly towards him and around his desk, her heels tapping the floor lightly, her skirt just loose enough to rustle and as she turned to face the door he said “hands on my desk, on your palms, lean forward and spread your legs, don’t look back. Read more »

The Gift of a Warm Mouth – [MF]

I was at a training in a city far from home. I hadn’t seen Stacy in weeks, but we spoke almost every night and every day my cell phone would bing with her nude photos, sent to cheer me up.

Then, midway through the day, she sent me a text.

“I have a surprise for you tonight.”

“What?” I wrote back.

“It’s a surprise stupid,” she just said.

I waited in anticipation all day long as she teased me. She asked me to guess.

-Extra dirty photos?

“No and I don’t know how you expect me to send you dirtier ones.” This was accompanied by her, clearly at her work desk with one leg over the arm of her chair, her bare pussy and ass visible up her skirt and a pen in her asshole.

-I hope your not sending that pen via courier.

“Nope!”

-Phone sex?

“Boring!”

-Cam sex?

“Wrong again lover, you suck at this game.”

It went on and on. My guesses getting increasingly bizarre, I believe I asked if it was a life sized sex doll made to look just like her. Read more »

[Mff] Tied and listening to her master with the other woman – True – Female Cuckolding

(She always refers to the sub, Cynthia, who had asked me to arrange this and later detailed her emotions throughout. I’m going to refer to the other girl by the name Cynthia picked during the experience, giggling slut or GS.)

The room is dark, but she is blindfolded. He has her on her stomach, face down into the bed. Her hands are tied behind her back.

She isn’t gagged, but master has told her not to speak, not to utter a sound. She is going to be a good girl. She knows how hard master will punish her if shes not . . . and she isn’t feeling bratty.

Tonight is a special gift, master has told her, though he hasn’t told her what.

The doorbell rings but master can’t see her, master can’t see her tensing. She has no idea what to expect, but deep down she knows. Just the other week, she told master about the fantasy. About permission to inact it.

She feels herself growing aroused. Hoping. Hating herself for hoping. Feeling jealous spiking.

Voices. His and hers. Hers. Hers. Hers.

“The slut is upstairs,” his voice says, “waiting.” Read more »

In the final days we fought – M/f (sort of mff) – violent – true

I look back on those last days, of her and I, and miss them. Don’t misunderstand, I miss them while knowing full well how wrong they were. How toxic we were. But I can’t help but remember how hot.

The girl was tied to the chair when Stacy and I began to fight. The girl, whose name I forgot so long ago, Stacy’s sub and therefor my sub, but deep down we all knew she was Stacy’s.

What did she think of that night? Stuck, helpless, panties wadded up and taped in her mouth, watching her master’s fight and fuck.

What had we planned to do to her? Something sweet? Something horrible? Probably the latter. That was how it went with us. A sickening spiral of human sexuality and cruelty. We clicked horribly and somehow pushed each other to greater and greater heights of debauchery and I wasn’t sure if I liked that any more.

When the fight started, something trivial, it grew. Loud voices raised in anger.

She was half naked at the time. Her large breasts swayed as she jabbed her finger at me.

I yelled back and started to feel myself getting hard. Read more »

Tied to a chair and teased – part 3 – F/mf – True – Bondage

Part 1 – https://www.reddit.com/r/ReaderAnonErotica/comments/3qibc6/tied_to_a_chair_and_teased_part_1_fmf_true_bondage/

Part 2 – https://www.reddit.com/r/ReaderAnonErotica/comments/3qknej/tied_to_a_chair_and_teased_part_2_fmf_true_bondage/

The scene was not a good one.

I was tied to a chair, nude, with my legs in the air and my virgin asshole exposed as my slave, who had won a bet to be domme for the night, approached me with a lubed strap on while her slave girl watched.

I was furious. I knew that Stacy would actively violate me, actively go beyond my limits, for the sole reason of feeling my revenge. I had allowed it to happen too, hell I had been aroused by the idea of being submissive for the night.

She moved next to me as I struggled in my bonds and yelled into the gag. Her fingers played with my ass again, I felt the tip of the lubed dildo bump into an ass cheek and hse said "pet, his ass needs more lube."

the girl jumped up and knelt below me. I felt her fingers on my asshole, pushing pube onto and into me.

I tried to scream insults, I tried to threaten, but I could not. Read more »

Tied to a chair and teased – part 2 – F/mf – True – Bondage

Part 1 – https://www.reddit.com/r/ReaderAnonErotica/comments/3qibc6/tied_to_a_chair_and_teased_part_1_fmf_true_bondage/

Stacy had won a bet and the result was myself tied to a chair, groaning from being denied an orgasm at the last moment while Stacy, in sexy lingerie smirked at me and the girl, Stacy's slave, watched from the bed naked.

Stacy went over to her toy box, and came back with a thick opaque scarf. I watched, knowing, as she walked back, then walked around me and out of my vision. Then the scarf descended onto my eyes and I was blind folded. Her fingers fished into my mouth and pulled out the soaked panties. "Boy," she said, "no speaking at all without permission." She waited a bit and then, her mouth right next to my ear suddenly, hot breath on me, "except my safe word of course." Then she nipped my ear lightly and I felt her move away.

"Pet," Stacy said, "help me." Read more »

Tied to a chair and teased – part 1 – F/mf – True – Bondage

Stacy was wild. Too wild really, but at the time it was amazing. This is the story of a bet I lost with her.

Stacy was almost a cliche, the woman that has all the "male" traits. Obsessed with sports, sex and being tough. No one fucked Stacy, Stacy fucked them. Deep down though, Stacy loved being conquered. For years our sex life had been aggressive and a struggle. The general rule of thumb was that if I could beat her or overpower her, that I could do what I wanted. Betting was a key part of our sex life and so often her outlet for her submissive feelings.

We dated and fucked off and on for years. Had threesomes and what not, both refusing to define our relationship.

Things were different now though. Stacy at this point was officially my girlfriend and after years of a bizarre sex life had finally come to accept that she was submissive, or at least liked being submissive with me. I was, at the time, the only man she had ever been submissive with, she more often than not dominated, naturally, men and women she was with. Read more »

Cynthia’s beginning part 2 – M/f – d/s

I want to inventory each step along the path. But, to be fair, it was a slow one at first. Each day seemed to add a new small step of perversion and sexual discovery for Cynthia. It would take too long to detail it all.

We moved very slowly. Tieing her legs and her hands. Having her beg to cum. Having her call me sir. For the most part it was all the same though. I’d tie her up on the bed and fuck her. We added layers each time. This time I spanked her as we fucked. This time she begged to cum. This time I threatened to fuck her ass. This time I tied her kneeling and that time laying. Hands up, hands down, etc. Then we started to incorporate pain. A bit of spanking. Nipple biting. Some smacks to the face.

The first night I spanked her, we were both taken back by how much she loved it. We were naked. Her across my knee. I demanded she count each spank and by 20 she was begging me to fuck her. Begging to have my cock inside her. I made her wait to 50. She came so hard I thought she would pass out. Read more »