Author: Switch_ad

I [M] was lured to a kinky college girl’s [F] dorm, edged and left tied to her bed whilst she went to comfort her best friend over a breakup

[Your usual caveats apply – this was a few years ago now, pre-pandemic, when happy accidents like this could actually happen.]

When I downloaded Kinkd I never thought anything would come from it. It struck me as one of those apps that was overwhelmingly used by horny (and somewhat creepy) dudes with little respect for women, and my initial few weeks on the app seemed to confirm that hypothesis.

At least that was until I met Bella. It started with a Tinder-like match, some casual, very non-kinky conversation that I thought was headed toward a peter-out, despite some initial chemistry. She was very much a brat, and a tease over text, and perhaps it was that spark that kept the chat rolling over a few days, despite the fact neither of us had seen a full face shot of each other during our chat.

Even so, our conversation went on. It was a Friday mid-morning meeting when I received her latest text, a single line reading only “wanna come over tonight?”. Whilst I’m a pretty dense guy, I could read these signals a mile off, and the sheer implication had made me tent my pants a little knowing that I might knock off work that night to get it on with a stranger I’d never met before. Read more »

The experience of being [m]ummified by my [f]ormer partner and domme

Recently I’ve been reflecting on a few of the kinkier and more depraved experiences I’ve been lucky to have in my 24 years kicking about. As a lover of bdsm and bondage – and in particular, quite intense bondage – being mummified and teased by someone else is one of those experiences I’d jump at to experience again.

It’d been something I’d fantasised about for a long time before I tried it, and the reality well and truly lives up to the fantasy. You start with such nervous excitement, stripped down to nothing and being wrapped slowly and attentively by your domme. It’s intimate, and even quite fun watching them circle around you with a predatory but cheeky glint in their eyes, fussing and smoothing out the imperfections in the wrapping as they go along.

But eventually, you start to lose control – first it’s your legs, and then your arms as they’re bound crossed across your chest. The layers that were at first paper-thin are now firm to your testing movements. Indeed, those testing movements make you realise that you can’t even balance properly with your arms pinned as they are, albeit gently. This is your first indication that you’re well and truly coming under your dome’s control. Read more »

[MF] The time I put my girlfriend in place with 5 pieces of tape

Five days was a long time to be teased. And yet my girlfriend persisted. Each and every day, sending me a barrage of suggestive and flirtatious texts. Slowly driving me crazy over the course of a week, working me up into a frenzy of lust and frustration.

Normally, I wouldn’t complain, don’t get me wrong. But these texts were coming in at all hours – discriminating not whether I was home alone in my bed, or at work, trying to stay focussed on doing my job and not on whatever kinky fantasy my girlfriend was describing to me in graphic detail.

By the time the weekend came, I’d been itching to teach her a lesson. So many messed-up, nightmarishly kinky fantasies of my own had passed through my mind in the nights prior, and so when her name flashed up that morning on my phone asking me to come over, I needed no encouragement. Read more »

How I [M] ended up spending an evening mummified and teased by my girlfriend [F] – Part 2

[Continued from my previous post.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/el8k5b/how_i_ended_up_m_spending_an_evening_mummified/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

The first thing I tried was flexing my shoulders. Nothing gave. Maybe my hips? Nothing – the wrap had sealed entirely to my body. I tried to pull my legs apart, the last bit of hope I had if I wanted to escape. Again, nothing.

The only part of me able to move was the only part of me exposed above my wrapping – my erect cock, which bobbed and twitched with each of my struggling movements.

“Aww…” my girlfriend mocked, rubbing some lube into her palms, “do you think he wants to be played with?”

I didn’t get the option of an answer as her warm, lubed-up hands wrapped themselves around my cock, eliciting a half-gasp, half-moan from my bound form. Her gentle teasing set me panting already.

“I can’t… I can’t break out.” I spat out between strokes.

She didn’t even look up at me, continuing her rhythm. “I know. That is the point, isn’t it?”

I could only moan again, throwing my head back in frustration and continuing to flex at the cling wrap keeping me firmly in its grip. Read more »

How I ended up [M] spending an evening mummified and teased by my girlfriend [F]

Looking back, I really feel like age 18-20 was one of the horniest, most depraved periods of my life to date. With a then-long term girlfriend, we not only fucked any chance we got, but also started to experiment with whatever weird and wonderful kinks we could fulfil on our student budgets.

One such evening, I’d brought up the idea of mummification with my girlfriend – tight, head to toe bondage that could be achieved with only cling film, duct tape and a hairdryer. I’d watched some porn of a poor model being teased and tortured with a vibrator like that a few evenings prior, and desperately wanted to see my girlfriend all trussed up and frustrated like that.

She however, had concerns about how intense it all looked – “If you go first, you can do it to me later” I remember her compromising. It seemed like a fair deal, and I was quietly confident that worst coming to worst, a thin layer of cling film wouldn’t be too difficult to break out of. It was agreed then, that I’d be the first to be experimented on. Read more »

23 [MF] Reflecting on old photos

*Something approaching a record scratch*

Yep, [that’s me](https://imgur.com/a/dZC24TQ ) both using an outdated meme, and trussed up totally and helplessly in bondage by a former partner of mine.

The moment this photo was taken, things didn’t seem so bad – with only the flexible, yet firm cuffs, and the soft tug of a clingy spandex bodysuit for me to contend with. I could tug and twist to my heart’s content, under no real duress or pressure to escape; and free to enjoy and explore my restraints to their full extent.

Of course, my partner had other ideas in store for me. A magic wand, applied gently over the top of a man’s cock produces some fascinating results; and of course all tied up like that my face would present an all too enticing opportunity to be used for one’s pleasure.

Both such ‘punishments’ were in store for me that day. Rotated often and drawn out to take me to the edge of frustration time and time again. I’d only earn my release later, after mindlessly and hornily promising to submit to even more humiliating treatments.

That time my girlfriend [F] made me [M] a kinky bet I came to regret [FM]

So I’ve posted on and off here about the various escapades that I used to get up to with my (now ex) girlfriend. It was a pretty wild time in my life – being two rather horny young adults with a raft of kinks you’re desperate to try will do that to you, after all.

This particular encounter occurred during one of our lazy Saturday mornings together, where I’d been mouthing off a touch too much about my gym progress. For context, I’m a 6’, 72kg, fairly slim to average build – and my actual gym progress during this period could well have been described as having changed from ‘nothing doing’ to ‘maybe-something-minor doing’. Regardless, I was very proud, and way too smug about it.

Which is how my girlfriend came to suggest a bet, ostensibly with the intention of shutting me up about my ‘progress’ for the foreseeable future. It was a simple concept – if I could complete 50 pushups in front of her with a ‘minor’ handicap, I could continue bragging about my alleged fitness to my heart’s content. And if I couldn’t, she’d just have to gag me for the evening, to be rid of my arrogance. Read more »

[MF] Who could have known that cars were fun for activities?

I’ll start this story by saying that Tinder has never been ‘worked’ much for me, at least in the sense of crazy, hyper-sexual first date hookup encounters. As someone who doesn’t like being super forward (and often as a result super creepy and disrespectful) to random strangers on the internet, I’d never landed a date with the intention of fucking from the outset.

That changed a few months back, following one particular late night, self-loathing fuelled swipe session. As I made my way through the queue, I happened upon the profile of a really cute teaching student – like dead cute, with her pictures stopping me dead in my zombie-swiping tracks. A few in various formal dresses showing off her taller, athletic physique, and a couple of photos in more festival-going attire that were definitely enough to round out my perving.

Her bio stuck out of the usual Tinder masses with a few simple lines:

“3 inches is only good for exhaust. 2 minutes is only good for noodles. And if your idea of fun involves clothes, then swipe left.” Read more »

[MF] Caught in the Spider’s Web

If you caught my previous story, you may have inferred that my ex (Anna) and I had an interesting, and hella fun relationship – by which I mean one that was kinky and perverted as fuck.

Often, the topic of ‘revenge’ would come up. Whether it be in response to being too annoying, too whiny, or just being plain difficult with each other. On this occasion I can’t quite recall what I did to earn my ex’s ire, but I can certainly remember the punishment.

She’d laid the groundwork early, messaging me during the week to let me know that she’d placed an ‘order’. An order for what exactly I couldn’t get an answer for, only that I’d be the first to try it out – which both excited and terrified me. Toys and restraints were a big part of our sex life, and whilst Anna had been a relatively innocent girl when we’d started dating – months of experimentation had made her… inventive.

When I arrived at her apartment that weekend, she met me downstairs to buzz me in. She leaned in for a quick kiss before leading me back upstairs, where, as I trailed her I caught the first hint of what lay ahead. Read more »

[MF] The time I put my girlfriend in place with 5 pieces of tape.

Five days was a long time to be teased. And yet my girlfriend persisted. Each and every day, sending me a barrage of suggestive and flirtatious texts. Slowly driving me crazy over the course of a week, working me up into a frenzy of lust and frustration.

Normally, I wouldn’t complain, don’t get me wrong. But these texts were coming in at all hours – discriminating not whether I was home alone in my bed, or at work, trying to stay focussed on doing my job and not on whatever kinky fantasy my girlfriend was describing to me in graphic detail.

By the time the weekend came, I’d been itching to teach her a lesson. So many messed-up, nightmarishly kinky fantasies of my own had passed through my mind in the nights prior, and so when her name flashed up that morning on my phone asking me to come over, I needed no encouragement. Read more »