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An evening out with my submissive. [M/F]

She was excited about what I had planned for her this weekend. Over the past few years I have been slowly teaching and guiding my new wife into my lifestyle of BDSM. We’ve only been together a little over 4 years now, and when we met she was just out of a failed marriage filled with nothing but vanilla sex. I started out slow with her, nothing too hard or rough, but enough to make her ask and want more.

Over the last 4 years I spent hours giving her instructions on what I like and how I enjoy things. I made her read up and the Dom and Sub relationship and she quickly fell right into place. She admitted that she had never done the things we do with anyone. She feels she has finally found her place in life as my Sub.

The weekend started out with a nice dinner out. I told her to dress sexy and wear something very revealing. She knows I like it when she doesn’t wear panties and a sheer bra or no bra at all. She had on a top that clearly showed off her large breast but just enough to hide the nipples. She had on a summer dress of sorts and some very sexy heels. I Took her to a place that had a live band and I had already worked it out to sit in the back corner area as it had less lighting than the other tables. Read more »

Obedience training for a snobby brat. [M/F]

We were sitting in a Spanish restaurant in the Loop when the waiter approached. I could see from the look in Tarantina’s eye that she was going to toy with him. It wouldn’t matter what he said or did. He could be the best, most attentive waiter in Chicago, but she was going to find some way to wind him up.

‘Can I bring you the dessert menu?’ he said.

‘One second,’ she replied, picking up her phone. She was acting like she’d received a text, but I knew for certain she hadn’t. Her blue-lacquered fingernails shot across the screen, pretending to reply.

‘Just one second…’

I caught the waiter giving a tiny roll of his eyes. I felt for him. All through the meal she’d found ways to rile him. If only he knew, I thought, how she was going to pay for this later, it would go some way to placating him.

She put the phone down. ‘What did you say?’ she asked the waiter.

‘Would you like to see the dessert menu?’ he repeated.

She looked him up and down. He was a touch on the flabby side. ‘I leave dessert to others.’ Read more »

(M/F) Hazel’s Emporium

During my second summer of college, I moved to a town on the east coast to just work and hang out for a bit. Finding an apartment was fairly easy, but they said that it wouldn’t be guaranteed until I found a job that would pay for it, so I hit the classifieds.

There were a bunch of your average jobs, like at fast food restaurants and ‘make money from home’, but only one really interested me. It was for a clerk at a store ‘specializing in adult items.’

When I called, the woman who answered gave me the address and told me to come by for an interview later that day.

I spent the morning getting ready, and then put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and went to find the store.

It was only a short walk away, in a strip mall between a Denny’s restaurant and a 7-11. The sign in red neon said “Hazel’s Emporium”. Except for two heart-shaped display spaces showing magazines, the windows were painted over black. Read more »

Making my neighbor submit [M/F]

It had been awhile since I cut loose, spring was here and I was tired of being cooped up in the house alone. I decided to have a get together and invite some friends from work over several weeks ago. Sabrina lived next door, her husband was gone a lot for business and I knew she liked to party a bit and might enjoy the company of others being around so I gave her a call and invited her over too. Besides, it never hurts to invite neighbors in case the party gets too loud.

I strung some lights up around the back deck and got some of those porch torches and sat them around for some extra lighting and ambiance. I had told everyone to show up around 8:30 and bring what he or she wanted to drink although I had picked up a keg of bud light. Sabrina showed up an hour early with some finger foods and Jell-O shots. Being the person she is she wanted to see if there was anything that she could do to help. I thanked her and made a comment on how her jeans sure did fit her nicely. We were known for our occasional flirting but nothing more. I had her open the bag of cups and put them next to the keg and other little things that I hadn’t done yet. I ran to my room to finish getting ready. Read more »

Becoming a hucow [M/F]

Tessa was a single county woman, daughter of a farmer, and traveling the USA. Big cities excited her, she was a country woman at heart. Which is why she currently was on a tour of Hammond farm in Texas. They had a gift shop, and a restaurant that served fresh ingredients from the farm. After traveling for the last year she had finally found some place that felt familiar.

Tessa was a short girl, maybe 5’3″, but had a heavy c-cup rack. Her body was not fat, but a little stocky. Thick hips gave her an extremely appealing hour glass shape and her long jet black braided hair fell back in pony tail that ended at the back of her knee. She was in a navy blue tank with a pair of blue jeans, a straw hat and a pair of leather boots with a low heel.

She walked at the ass end of the tour through the various parts of the farm, taking the time to really appreciate the farm while the city dwellers muddled along waiting for the gift shop at the end. At one point she zoned out leaning against a wooden fence staring out at a pasture of heifers. By the time she came too the tour had completely moved on and was out of site. Read more »

The slumbering roommate. (M/F)

My roommate was parked behind me, having come home really late and not having anywhere else to park. It was early, and unfortunately I needed to wake her up to get her to move so I could leave for work. I decided to wake her up real early before I needed to leave, to give her time. I knocked on her door but got no answer. “Sera?” I called, but still got nothing.

I slightly opened the door and called out again, but still nothing. I pushed it open all the way, and then stopped to stare. She was home alright, but totally passed out on her bed, deeply asleep. From the look of the three empty beer bottles beside her bed, she’d obviously kept the party going even after she got home, and was probably still drunk and passed out. But that’s not what got me staring: she was naked at least from the waste up, on her back, with the blanket only covering her from the waist down. He small breasts looked perfect, nipples already erect from the chilly morning air, her chest rising slightly with every breath. Read more »

(M/M) A reluctant tale down the rabbit hole chapter 3

“Sweetie, you’ll feel better after a shower,” he said as I followed him into his bedroom thinking I’d rather he call me ‘Brandy’ than ‘Sweetie.’

I have seen his room and have used the master bathroom in the past. A huge bedroom with a king-size bed, and a large bathroom with not only a walk-in shower but a bathtub as well.

Both rooms reek of money. I knew Big T was a very wealthy man, but I have never heard how he made, or makes his money.

He sat at a large oak desk, fired-up his computer and said over his shoulder to me, “Brandy, take off your clothes and lay them on the bed!” like it was the most natural thing in the world to say to a guest.

In what was maybe my last act of defiance, I stood motionless near the bed asking myself ‘Brandon, what kind of guy are you? How can you just do whatever he tells you to do? It’s not right. I need to be a man and stand up for yourself!’

He pulled his iPhone out of his pocket, connected a cord to the phone and plugged the other end into the computer. Read more »

A reluctance tale down the rabbit hole chapter 2

I was sitting close to Big T while he drove us home. My head resting on his shoulder, and unbelievably, my right hand between his slightly parted thighs cradling his scrotum. His balls were very heavy in my small hand.

The fear and panic I’d experienced moments earlier had subsided into resignation and regret.

How could I have been so naive? I wondered over and over. Brandon, you’ve known him over a month and you knew darn well how much he has wanted you all this time. You knew he would do anything to have sex with you and how could you not see this coming?

The car slowed down then stopped at a red light.

He said, “Kiss me, boy!”

What could I do? I had no choice but to turn my face to his and kiss him full on the mouth.

When the light turned green he patted my head and said, “Brandy, don’t be so sad…I already gave you the greatest orgasm of your life and there will many, many more to come, so to speak, hahaha…” Read more »

(M/M) A reluctance tale down the rabbit hole

A very special request for a friend… I hope you enjoy it Big T!

I tried to turn the crotch of my gym shorts away from Big T’s gaze but he gruffly barked, “Stop squirming boy and get on with it!”

My left hand went to cover my crotch but he shoved it away. There was nothing I could do to relieve the embarrassment I felt from the older man’s lust-fueled eyes staring at my boner poking out the nylon material of the shorts.

My only hope was that I would be able to finish him off before the nylon fabric rubbing my dick caused me to shoot a load inside the shorts like I did yesterday. Bug T had laughed and sarcastically bellowed, “Yeah kid — sure, you’re not queer, huh? Heh-heh-heh-heh….”

I stared at the calendar on the wall to distract from my excitement and silently counted all the small “x’s” marked for each day of the week. Every time I masturbated the old man I marked an ‘x’ — each ‘x’ meant I could subtract five dollars from the rent at the beginning of the month. Read more »