ronwhite658, Author at NSFW story

The Locker Room

We had been dating for almost a year. We are both in our twenties and in great shape. He is 6’0, 185 lbs and a six pack. I’m 5’6′ 105 lbs with medium length red hair. Yes it’s natural.

We usually had great sex. He was a little Dom and we had long ago started doing some light bondage. This night, I was tied to the bed when he crawled into a 69 position. I instinctively started sucking his dick.

Without warning, he slid a dildo into my wet and wanting pussy. It felt great. I started giving him everything I knew he loved. I was getting him close when he blurted out, “I bet you wish this was a real dick.”

His hard cock was still in my mouth when I moaned “mmmhhhhmmm”. He started pushing me harder as he came in my mouth. I swallowed it all right before I came.

I was screaming as I came to the dildo’s relentless pounding. My arms and legs pulled against the constraints but I could not escape his continued thrusting.

Connected Toy

I’m 22 now, but for at least 3 years I’ve been using some form of “adult toy” to scratch that itch. At first, I used to hide the toys like I was doing something wrong. But that was when I lived with my parents. Now that I have an apartment, I just leave them lying on the bed or night stand. My roommate, who is a little less bold, commented once. I brushed it off as something a girl has to do.

A short time back, I bought a vibrator that has an app. You can control it through the app or let other people control it. After a few weeks of doinf it myself, I placed an ad for someone to control it for me.

I must have had a hundred responses. Since I didn’t care what he looked like, I picked one at random and sent him my link. I laid on my bed, naked, waiting for him to join. It was probably less than five minutes before he was on. Read more »

Self Bondage In The Garage (caught)

I got into bondage pretty young. In college, a boyfriend of mine used to tie me to his bed. He did it so often, that it became expected. To me, sex meant that I was tied up.

Through my years, some of my boyfriends loved it, some did not. When I had a boyfriend that did not, I turned to self bondage. At first, it wasn’t very sophisticated. I used rope mostly, but eventually I used handcuffs of all types.

Today, I had nothing planned in the morning. My husband (who does like bondage and supports my fetish) would be at work all day. I was a little horny when he went out the door and since I really had nothing to do, it seemed like the perfect time to give myself a release.

I had recently fantasized about being tied up in the garage. The idea of being naked in someplace so dirty with a huge door that could expose me at any minute was driving me crazy.

So I went for it. Why not? Read more »

From a hot date to enslavement, how I transformed.

Enslavement might not be the right word for this. I am completely willing. But I am lying here on the floor, naked, with a collar on my neck and chained to the bed while my Master sleeps in his warm, soft bed with his dog by his side.

It started with an online profile. I was just out of college and starting a new life. I had a job at an apartment complex in the front office. My degree was in business management. I know that is kind of generic, but I always saw myself as a house wife and not the working type.

My profile was not in any way suggestive. I posted some hobbies and likes and what I was looking for. I got a lot of responses. Most of them were one word or sentence fragments. But one guy wrote about his ideal first date.

He was older, but he said he wanted to take me to a high end restaurant and have wine and conversation on the patio. Then go for a walk at the local park and see where the night takes us. Read more »

Borrowed slut

I had just checked into my hotel. I was on a business trip with a colleague. He’s the kind of guy that always wants to go to a strip club and always buys himself a lap dance or more. He had been on me for years to join him, but I have a work image to keep up. He’s never getting promoted because everyone knows what he’s about.

I am the family man, as far as my office is concerned. 2.3 kids a wife, dog and white picket fence home is how everyone sees me. They probably even think I sang in the church choir and lead my boy scout troop.

The reality is, I sleep around and I am very kinky. I’ve been a young bull for an older couple. I’ve had sex with sisters on the same night. I’ve dabbled in bondage and orgasm torture. I even had a threesome with a couple.

I had already taken off my shirt when there was a knock on the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw a young woman dressed like a slut. She wore a shiney skirt that revealed her panties and really couldn’t hold her boobs in. She wore a lot of makeup to complete the look. I estimated early twenties, right body and C cups. Read more »

Melissa Becomes My Slut: Part 3

Last night, Melissa agreed to do whatever I wanted for seven consecutive days. Granted, she made that agreement while tied up. Today, I decided to call and see how she was doing.

I asked Melissa how she enjoyed yesterday. Her answer was short and sweet “It was amazing!” When I asked if she was ready for tonight she gave an emphatic “Yes! I can’t believe it, but the end where you made me suck your dick while you watched the game turned me on. When I left I really wanted more.”

I told her to wear matching black, sheer panties and bra tonight. Meanwhile I prepared for what we were going to do. She loved bondage, that much was clear. So I thought we’d test how she handled being tied up outside the bedroom.

In the garage, I had a bicycle hangar for a bicycle that had been gone for some time now. It had two hooks attached to pulleys. So I could do a lot with it.

Then, I set a saw horse to the side and set up two ankle cuffs on opposing legs. In the corner I set a g-spot vibe and a ball gag. Finally, as a last thought, I put a paddle just out of sight. Read more »

Melissa Becomes My Slut Part 2

The doorbell wrang. It was Melissa at the door. Last night we had great sex. I had her lusting for me so badly that she agreed to be tied up today. She was a little early, but I was ok with that. I was eager to take the next step in turning her into my submissive slut.

When I opened the door, I was pleasantly surprised to see her standing there in a dress that was very short and very tight. She knew we had no plans to leave the house, but she chose to dress up for me. This was a great sign.

The dress was so tight that I could tell it was the only thing she was wearing. Her nipples had already hardened a little and there was no panty line. I kissed her on the front step. In the middle of the kiss I grabbed her ass. I’m sure this hiked the dress up just enough to expose her to anyone walking by.

I didn’t even say a word. I grabbed her hand and lead her to the bedroom. There I already had rope laying on the mattress for her to see. She walked over, picked it up and looked at it carefully. “Is this for me?” She asked with a knowing smile on her face. Read more »

Melissa Part 1: How I Got Her

I had been seeing Melissa for some time. We had the usual start to dating from the awkward first date and first kiss, to several dates and our first night together. I hadn’t yet told her my passion for light BDSM.

I’m not the kind of guy that adheres to some strict guideline that purest believe is the only way to be “in the lifestyle.” I do what works for me and us. I like having a normal relationship with a kinky and secret sex life.

Melissa is a very beautiful girl and I often wondered how long it would be before a better option came along. I was a little worried that showing her my kinky side would scare her off. After all, I had snooped around her house and only found one personal vibe.

She is 5’6, a size 2 and she has medium length red hair. I have to say that red heads are my weakness. She definitely hit all my turn ons.

The first night I tested her to see what she could handle went perfectly. We ended up at her place and making out in bed. After we were both naked, I pinned both her arms a over head. She looked me in the eyes with a huge grin. Read more »

The Clearing (CNC fantasy)

Several years ago, when I was in college, I was at a party with some friends. We were doing what all college kids do, drinking and getting high. I had just dumped my boyfriend because he was cheating on me.

I was getting a lot of attention because the guys knew I was single and I was wearing a very short skirt. I am 5’6 and 105 lbs. I run so I have great legs. My long brunette hair was a turn on too.

I knew most of the guys there and none of them were my type. But flirting was still fun. I didn’t mind flashing my lacy black panties from time to time either.

Toward the end of the night, one of the guys brought up The Clearing. The way he told it, there was a clearing on a hiking trail near the lake that was where women would go to be play raped. It only happened on the third Thursday of the month at sunset. Any woman that walked into the clearing without her shirt on was signalling that she could be kidnapped and raped. Read more »