The Orgasm Clinic [M29/F23] [light bondage] [orgasm abuse]

The Orgasm Clinic

One of the greatest decisions I made when I broke off my engagement with my long term now ex-girlfriend is to open up my own orgasm clinic. This is not a professional business or something I make profit off of. It’s just something I do every few days out of my week and my service is well, exactly as it says.

When I broke up with my girlfriend, I decided to do something genius that would be fun for me and would be fun for other people willing to participate. I bought a basic wood frame bondage table with leather padding then added custom wrist cuffs made of leather on the top end of it and leg cuffs on the bottom end. With it being back adjustable, my “patients” get to be in a position that has them comfortable. In total, I own 4 different vibrators, 2 dildos, one fucking machine, the bondage table, an assortment of butt plugs I replace regularly, 2 different nipple stimulators, one being classic clamps and the other, a nipple suction system working off of an oscillating pump, a special belt to hold the classic hitachi vibrator when I’m busy elsewhere on my patient, a set of fingertip vibrating pads which when used right, can make any patient go bat shit crazy, and an electric wand. I also have a sybian but I generally save those for repeat patients. I never gag, blindfold, or force my patients to be tied down in their own safety.

Taking His Sister In [inc, nc]

(Fictional story from a request, trigger warning-rape/incest-i love feedback positive or negative!)

Jamie and Kyle grew up like any other brother and sister, tolerating each others existence while sharing a childhood. Kyle was 4 years older than Jamie, and once he hit his teenage years they begin to grow apart like most siblings do. Kyle had grown into a solidly built, 6’4″ 220lb, 22 year old with wavy brown hair, a tightly trimmed beard, and piercing blue eyes. He was fresh out of college and already twice promoted at the startup tech company he worked for. He had a nice apartment in the city and everything was going well in his life. Kyle had come to like the feeling of getting what he wanted, almost at his will. Degrees, promotion, girls, everything was just falling at his feet. Once he he achieved what he considered success, an old lust reemerged, one he thought he had burried deep enough to never grow again.

The Blonde and the Brunette, Part 1 [NSFW] [ff] [lesbian]

Her fingers danced quickly and effortlessly atop her laptop keyboard, her sky blue eyes not once leaving the screen. Ear buds were tucked into her ears, which were adorned with small diamond stud earrings. Her wavy blonde hair was pulled back behind her into a long, neat braid. Both slim and curvy, her toned physique was traced out by her form fitting work out clothes—black leggings, a black racerback tank top covered partially with a black zip up which was now draped across the table behind her computer. She flipped a few pages in the notebook that sat beside her and kept typing. She worked tirelessly like this, only leaving her seat once in a couple hours to grab a coffee and a water from the barista. She was engrossed in her work so much that she had no idea she was being watched and admired.

[MF] Rosy and Romantic? Or Lewd and Lustful?

It was 11pm on a cold, windy night. You drive up to Hotel Charleston, as instructed in the envelope you received in mail this morning. All it contained was a note, saying “Room 403, Hotel Charleston. Service begins at midnight sharp!” and a key. Presumably of the said address? So this was finally happening!

Ever since Nikki mentioned about the mysterious pleasure man who had been a boon to fulfilling her unfulfilled desires post divorce, you were intrigued to try it out. A night dedicated purely to your pleasure, with no expectations in return. Sounds like the perfect night! You asked Nikki to get yourself in touch with him, and within two days you got an e-mail. It had just a single question in it :

“Which service do you wish to avail?

• Rosy and Romantic?

Or

• Lustful and Dirty?”

You had been kinky before, but you wanted some gentle loving. You decide to try out the first one.

Close your eyes – just go with it [MF]

She watched him calmly walk into the room and stand by the dining room table. He was smartly dressed, wearing a white shirt with a skinny black tie, a tight-fitting jumper and slim fitting trousers.

He said, “I am going to ask you to do some things… Everything is in your control, and I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Her heart paused, and her face flushed with blood. He had never said anything remotely like this to her before, and it took her by surprise.

“I want you to kneel on the floor and close your eyes.” Without much thought, she found herself following his instruction and knelt on the hard, cold floor.

He took one of the dining room chairs, placed it a few feet away, positioned it directly in front of her and sat down. “Close your eyes and keep them closed.” She closed her eyes. The room was silent, and she could feel her chest pounding.

Collection Day [20M/26F] [handjob] [medical fantasy]

Collection Day

Since I picked up weight lifting about a year ago, a lot has changed. I went from a scrawny bodied 19 year old kid full of angst and a lack of sex drive to a 20 year old with a built body and frame with a lot of dedication and a completely reversed sex life. It only took me 2 months to already see my muscle showing up and by 9 months, I was already where I wanted to be that my buddies told me should’ve taken a year and a half. To make it all the more unusual, I was not taking in excess protein or steroids. I just got beefy out of nowhere but doing my exercises. A good friend of mine said I should have my testosterone and hormones checked as I am part superhuman so I decided to do so.

***

I wait in the doctor’s office. It’s about 9 in the morning on a Friday and sense I don’t have any college classes until later in the day, I was able to make the appointment work. After filling out the paperwork, I sit in the rather empty waiting room awaiting a doctor patiently. A few minutes later, the door opens and a short looking, black man in his mid 40’s walks into the waiting room.

Couples Weekend Away Part 3

Lily takes a deep breath and walks out to the deck, the 3 of them hurriedly setting the outdoor table with paper plates and passing around the large frozen pitcher of margaritas. Ben starts to pour his glass when Lily’s less than proper bikini bottoms caught his eye. He keeps pouring as Lily leans over to give Tom a kiss on the cheek, Ben’s glass overflowing with sticky frozen margarita. “Something distracting you bud?” Tom asks as his hand playfully swats his fit wifes exposed cheeks. “Um well I guess something unexpected may have caught my eye.” Ben admits as he cleans up his spilled drink.

Tom pulls the burgers and dogs off the grille, putting the plate down in the middle of the table, noticing that Liz had pulled the top of her suite over as far as possible, almost showing a hint of her dark nipples. Tom’s eyes are glued to Liz’s large breasts as they start to eat. Liz “accidentally” lets some of her margarita slip off her lips, sliding between her supple tits as she giggles. “Oh hell” Liz says playfully as she looks at Lily with a devilish smile. Lily smiles back and leans over, licking the drink from between her best friends breasts, the guys watching attently as their wives suddenly act like drunk sorority girls. “Thanks hun” Liz says as Lily pulls her head away from Liz’s chest.

The Professor catches Me (Part 4) [NSFW] [Mf]

We kept the details of our personal lives private and separate one another. We agreed this was the best course of action to maintain an intense sexual connection and to not have any part of our own realities cloud our time together. I was happy having the Professor in my life as just an amazing lay and I believe he felt the same way. We went about our days and nights as if we were both single, keeping our dirty text messages and sexy rendezvous a secret just for us. In fact, in the months since we started having sex, I actually met someone. He was a student, like me, who happened to sit next to me in lab. He asked to borrow my notes one day and I didn’t have them on me so I told them if he met me at the University coffee shop an hour after lab ended then I’d bring my notes to him. We ended up talking about our majors, our other classes, work and friends and before we knew it, a few hours had gone by and he hadn’t even glanced at my lab notes yet. I’d be lying if I said he didn’t remind me of my Professor. He was tall and had a strong build with dark hair and dark eyes. He was a positive person, with a good attitude and a big heart, topped off with a pearly white smile. As much as I yearned for my Professor nearly all day and night (I even found myself dreaming about him only to take up both disappointed and aroused), I knew that when I graduated we would most likely end our “thing”, as I would no longer be his student and I would also be moving back home for the summer, at least temporarily. I told myself from the beginning that it was possible and more than likely that the Professor, too, had a significant other whom he cared for and possibly loved. He didn’t wear a wedding ring but he was a sexy, intelligent man with a good career—how could he be single? I figured he was attached and that we were both just acting on our most primal urge—our sexual attraction to one another. And, after all, I initiated things with him.

A Bull’s First Time

“For me?” I asked. “Already, you must see something special in me.” I let out a small giggle and she let out a vocal smirk. I thanked her and opened the gift. It looked like a collar with tag that read, “BDSM Bull”. I giggled thinking it was joke that had to do with our earlier conversation. She grabbed it and told me to allow her to put it on me. Of course I accepted. I was thinking she and I were going to have sex soon. She snapped it on and we started to walk in. Just then another car pulled up and a few more guys got out, each with BDSM bull collars on their necks as well.

Looking for a story

Does anyone know where to find a story I’ve been reading years ago. It contains bestiality.

Story goes something like this:

Woman moves into a house alone, gets dog for protection. It’s a big do, and he soon starts being the boss. Starting with tearing off her clothes when she dresses until she gives up and walks around naked. Soon he starts eating the steaks she’s doing for herself, never mind about the dog food. Then she can’t eat anything at all anymore, and has to give him blowjobs, to drink his cum. Some lawyer steps in how has helped her to sort out her finances and makes her sign some papers which she didn’t really read and in the end, it turns out that now the dog has all the money, she’s married to him, for some obscure reason, and has no own income, no job and only is there to take care of the dog.