So after that we all showered and went out and had a normal evening. When we got back, I had both of them sit next to each other on the bed and take turns playing with the other one, teasing and rubbing and fingering to get them near orgasm and stop. I had them do this all night until we went to bed, and told them that they were to not cum, until the next night, our last together. We got in bed with them on either side of me and I went to sleep. I woke up with Celeste sucking me slowly. I made my wife join in and the two of them did an amazing job, and I came in Celeste’s mouth. We all showered, and we went to breakfast. I decided to tell them what I was planning, to see if they reacted well to it. After a bit of conversation about details, we decided that it would be fun. At that point we spent the day relaxing by the pool.
Masturbation Club
Forgive me if the title is a little bit misleading. The name comes from its Japanese translation, Onakura (onani = masturbation, kura = club).
Japan has a huge brothel and sex establishment industry with services available for just about any fetish. You’ll find Soaplands (penetration allowed), Delivery Health (sexual acts excluding sex), S&M Clubs, etc. I’ve tried just about all types, but since I’ve recently started getting into SPH, I decided to try my hand at one of these Masturbation Club.
The service is pretty simple. You go in for a set amount of time, and a fully clothed female watches you wank off. For a small extra charge, you can pay to have the female finish you off with a hand job. But what differentiates Masturbation Clubs from other sex establishments is that the woman doesn’t get naked and the man cannot tough the girl’s genital areas. The thrill comes from the act of voyeurism and CFNM thrill.
I searched online and all the girl’s faces are censored to protect their privacy. Most of these girls work at these establishments part-time to support their income or to pay their way through college. I found a sweet looking 19 year-old in a Masturbation Club in Ikebukuro. I called to make the reservation and I was set to meet her at a Love Hotel at 8 pm.
The Isle of Wight- An Af[f]air to Last a Lifeti[m]e
They left everything behind one bright, sunny, cloudless day in May. The excellent weather seemed like a cruel joke, them leaving their normally inclement piece of the pie for what would be at least a long, long time. He gave her a wary smile when they met at the airport, her face was mottled with bright red splotches surrounded by circles of white flesh where it seemed the blood had been drained and deposited behind her bloodshot eyes. He pulled her into his chest where she wiped her snotty nose back and forth without even a consideration. He soothed her with ‘shh shh’ and ‘we’re doing the right thing’ and more ‘shh shh’, running his pale thin fingers through the dark tuft of curls at the back of head as much to calm her as to calm himself. He roughly dug his chin into her crown and put a hand on each of her shoulders, pulling her up and off of him.
“Straighten up soldier. Let’s get the fuck out of here before we change our minds”…
and he led the way to their gate, one knapsack over his shoulder, pulling her luggage behind him. She picked up the remainder of her bags and followed him, tears streaming in gobs down her face.
weekend with my sub wife and her our good friend who also became my weekend slave part 3 TRUE STORY
Now that was a very intense experience for all of us. We decided to go relax a bit and talk, and see what everyone thought about all of this. I told my wife that it wasn’t what we planned, but that if she wanted to take this further over the weekend, we could. So we get to the restaurant and start to relax and have a drink. I ask Celeste what prompted her to want to do this and she told me that she knew we did some of these things and that for years she would masturbate thinking of what it felt like to be my wife. Wow. All that flirting was real. My wife told her about how exciting it was to watch someone else be under my control, and that she wanted Celeste to have a turn with me for a night. I asked Celeste to tell me what she thought she wanted and she began to tell me more, and that she wanted to feel what it was like to really commit to it for a night. After dinner we decided that the next morning Celeste would become my slave for the day, and we discussed what she needed to bring back with her. That night I fucked my slut hard, while she told me what she wanted me to do to Celeste. I came pretty hard, and fell asleep.
A Story About A Friend
The life of a teenager is simple: Be cool, Get Drunk, Fuck. So when my mum asked me if I wanted to come to Scotland and paint the new house my immediate answer was: ” I’ve got so much coursework to do!!”.
While that was not a lie the main reason I didn’t want to go was because it was the Easter holidays and I knew that I’d much rather throw a house party.
I grew up in a strict household so even contemplating the idea of throwing a house party made me nervous. My dad was the kind of man to lock me in the cellar for a week if I refused to eat my vegetables. ( okay maybe that’s a little extreme … But you get the idea).
So the day before they left I made plans with my best friend Jodie about who to invite as I’d never organised anything like this before. She told me to play it cool and eventually word would get out and people would just invite themselves. So I took her advice. We lived in a very communal area so I didn’t want a hoard of people there but just enough to enjoy myself.
A night of helping the community was fulfilling
College was for sure a fun time. I have many memories and this sure is a place to share some of them. This is one of those stories.
I had met a guy at the place I worked and he was putting on this little show to raise funds for some local charitable cause. I don’t remember the ins and outs of that. All I remember was he needed somebody backstage that could open and close the curtain. All that needed to be done was open the curtain at the start and close the curtain at the end. Easy enough job, and I could feel good that I was doing my part to help.
The night of the show I invited my girlfriend to come along. It was a fun show, and I told her we would have the best seat in the house. We would be able to watch from up in the catwalk. It was a great spot. We were up high, had a view of the stage, and could see the first two rows of people, and I was right next to the rope I needed to pull.
9 1 weekend with my sub wife and her our good friend who also became my weekend slave part 2 TRUE STORY
At this point I had my wife get our bag out and I put her wrist cuffs and leg cuffs on. I had her get on the bed, and get on all fours. I cuffed her wrists to her ankles so her head was down and ass up with her knees wide for balance. This is the best position for full access. I made Celeste strip ( and she had a great body) and sit next to my wife in front of me. I took out the paddle and some dildos, and put gave them to Celeste to hold. I then began to spank my slut, teasing her pussy to make her edge a bit, and had Celeste slide a dildo into her pussy, very slowly. While this was happening, I began to paddle her ass from left to right and up and down her thighs and ass. My slut began to moan, and I had Celeste begin to fuck her with the dildo, very slowly. I know this drives her wild. I made Celeste join me in humiliating her verbally. After a few minutes I took the dildo out of her, and unhooked her wrists so she could get up and see what was next. I told her to not play with herself until told, and to twist her own nipples, while watching.
weekend with my sub wife and her our good friend who also became my weekend slave part 1 TRUE STORY
I have been asked in the /r/NSFWIamA post by some women to tell the story of how I spent the weekend with my sub wife and our friend, Celeste, living out her fantasy of being used and punished for the bad girl she is.
As background, this happened about 10 years ago, and we were visiting Florida for a long weekend. We left the kids and flew down, planning on meeting Celeste for some drinks the first night and had planned to have my sub serve me all weekend. We brought along our bag of toys, with the paddles, whips, clamps, dildos and other things that we use. Now very few people know what we do as it relates to our BDSM side, but Celeste happens to be one of the few people that know about it, and over the years had made jokes to me about how she would be my slut if my wife weren’t around. But they were usually after a few drinks and we always laughed about it. We checked in the hotel suite and were meeting Celeste for drinks. I wanted to relax for a while, so my wife went to meet Celeste. Now she was in the middle of a divorce at this time and I really wanted to not have to listen to the whole story of why it happened and the details of how unhappy she was at this point. So I told her to go have a few drinks and that I would be down at the bar in an hour of two.
How I [M]et The Girl, Who Would Become the Mother o[f] My Daughter.
I have been wanting to add a story to this sub for a while now. The sub has become my main source of ‘inspiration’ for my late night auto-erotic escapades, and what remains of my sense of honor coerces me to give something back.
So I’ve decided to share what is possibly the craziest, and definitely the most defining of my sexual experiences. The story is extremely long, be warned, but I’ll try to make it worth your while, obviously.
I was a pretty late bloomer. The last among my friends to lose my virginity at 16, and I found my first girlfriend a couple months later after turning 17.
I had spent the last 6 years (yes, I discovered masturbation already at the age of 11) fantasising about what sex was going to be like, how much I wanted to experiment with it, what I felt I had to try at least once, and so on, but that first girl wasn’t exactly adventurous, to say the least. She wasn’t prude either, but it was evident that I wanted more than her. We stuck together for about a year, but at the end of it, I felt more caged than loved, as it became clearer and clearer that we simply weren’t in the same book, sexually.
Today’s slutty adventure ;)
I had been talking to a guy for almost a week when I nervously decided to organise for some fun to actually happen. We had organised to go to a park and meet up near the bushland. As he walked down, towards me, my heart was racing, as I was still not 100% certain that I wanted to do anything with this man. My heart continued to race, but I acted confidant.
We walked through the bushland, looking for somewhere which was quiet and where we would be well hidden. We found somewhere by a log (which I already knew was there because I’ve had some fun there before). I pulled out a towel, for my knees so they weren’t in the dirt or going to get hurt, as he pulled down his shorts and sat down.
When I first saw his cock, I was excited to start! It looked really good even though it wasn’t yet hard.
I grabbed it and licked the tip, I could feel it get a little hard. I continued licking the tip, tasting him and started lightly and slowly sucking him as he got harder and harder.