Author: readeranon

Cynthia’s begininning – M/f – mild d/s

Of my major relationships, I think Cynthia is the hardest to explain. The story started and seemed to end simply. Kinky boy meets vanilla girl. A few dates, a bit of vanilla sex and boy gets bored. Boy moves on. Boy and girl stay friends.

A boring story perhaps and not the full story. For Cynthia would eventually become my live in 24/7 sex slave and to this day is still the dirtiest submissive I have ever been with.

The real story began simply as well. Months after the parting of ways we were at lunch. Both college students still and meeting with a large group of friends in a dining area for lunch. I was mostly studying with no classes for hours as was she. Friends came and went. At one point a crowded table of ten and finally just the two of us.

"I'm annoyed with you," she said out of no where. I looked up from my book, tried to think of something witty to say and finally just shrugged, "you got me," I said, "why?" Read more »

Oral with the married woman – M/f – D/s – butt stuff

My job keeps me moving. Airplanes, rented cars, hotel rooms, board rooms, and on and on. I rarely go to sleep in the city I woke up in. I get lonely and horny and seek out companionship. This was about two years ago.

There is another site I use often and for years have been posting dirty stories and occasional comments on where my travels are taking me.

That is how she found me. One of my 300 or so regular readers. I posted that I would be in her city for two days and she took a risk.

She was married and unhappy. The normal complaints of anyone seeking an affair for reasons of lust. I won't bore you with them nor will I defend any arguments of morality. If you don't agree with her or my actions, that's fine, but keep your opinion to yourself if you please.

She had never met me, but had been reading me for years and felt she knew me. She had no idea what I looked like but had spent much time aroused by my words. Read more »

I was feeling cruel – M/f – BDSM

I was feeling cruel and she was horny.

Each day, every day, she had to masturbate three times, bring herself to the edge, hold herself there for at least a minute and then stop.

I had been away for the weekend and she was not allowed to orgasm without my permission and had not thought to ask me before I left.

My trip had been bad, full of maladies and unfortunate events.

I was feeling cruel and she was feeling horny.

We talked, we kissed, we hugged, we stripped and then she was face down on the bed. Blindfold. Ball gag. Hands pulled out and tied to the legs of the bed. Spreader bar, four foot long, tied to the ankles then tied to the foot board.

Hitachi vibrator slid up against her pussy and held down by her weight. Vibration turned onto low.

The flogger first. Light strokes across the back. The butt. The thighs. The back. Harder hits on upper back. Harder hits on the butt.

Then my hands. Gentle massages. Rub the red tender flesh. Kisses on her back. Teeth on her back. Kisses on her legs. Teeth on her legs. A finger teasing the wet entrance to her pussy. Read more »

The nude girl on stage – MF/f – exhibitionism mild D/s

The club was loud, but not overwhelmingly so. The music piped in through speakers and not live. This was not a club people came too for music. No, they had something else in mind.

The girl, Stacy and I were dressed for the Mardi Gras theme. Each of the girls were in sequined sparkling dresses and I was dressed in a suit. We all wore matching masks. The girls half masks, both sequined, Stacy's red and the girls white. My mask was green with a long curved and pointed nose like that of an old time plague doctors.

Both women were nude below their dresses. We had teased each other and would continue to tease each other. In the cab we had coyly slid hands up skirts and more than once they had flashed me as we walked.

The crowd was rowdy and all over we saw people tied to things, being hit. The bdsm club was in full swing. Men yelled for tits and more than once Stacy obliged, dropping the top of her dress to show her large breasts. And more than once Stacy or I forced the girl to do the same, showing her smaller perky breasts to the crowd. By the time we found a quiet place to stand they each had a number of cheap beaded necklaces on. Read more »

Sugar Baby Gets Paid – Part 1 – M/f – Mild humiliation

As the elevator doors closed she felt his hand lightly caress her bottom, the light material of her dress bunching slightly.

The dress he bought.

She closed her eyes and smiled. It was a loving touch, gentle, but somehow claiming.

His hand dipped and then continued rubbing, sliding across the back of her panties.

The panties he bought.

As they got out of the elevator, he held it for her and told her the room number. It was a nice hotel and her heels clicked lightly as she walked.

The heels he bought.

As they got to his room he closed the door and took her into his arms and kissed her deeply. As he released her, she excused herself to freshen up. In the bathroom, she pulled the dress off and looked at herself.

It was all his. The dress, the shoes, the panties, the bra, the watch, the necklace, even the make up. She was his girl. Paid for in full.

They hadn't sought this out all those months ago.

She was not over her ex yet and had sought the bar for flirtation and maybe, just maybe, a new man. Read more »

Bent over his desk – M/f – D/s – huml

He put the phone down and sat back in his chair. His office was suddenly quiet suddenly 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 »