“A Lesson in Patience” [Fdomme] [msub] [restraints] [teasing] [handjob] [blindfold] [begging] [soft domme] [ruined orgasm]

(Firstly, apologies for any formatting or grammatical errors. I dont tend to write all too often, as I primarily make audios. That being said, I am open to any and all constructic critisism. I hope you enjoy this (admittedly short) idea)

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A shaky breath leaves my lungs as you sink to your knees in front of me, my eyes unable to avoid falling to look over your breasts. The soft fabric holds them perfectly, just enough that your movements make them move and bounce, keeping my attention long enough for you to catch me and let a smirk spread across your lips. It was that smirk that told me that the trouble I was in was about to get even worse.

Already bound to the chair you sat me in, you look up at me from your place between my thighs and start to untie a ribbon that you have wrapped around your wrist. Until now, you’ve completely ignored my cock, throbbing and pulsing between us.

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to stare?”

The Dancer, Part Thirteen [F19/F18] [Dub-con] [Exhibitionism] [Reluctant Lesbianism]

**PART THIRTEEN**

I really had to fall back on my training as I faced Zoey on the table that was our makeshift stage.

Tuning out a crowd was something I was capable of doing, as was matching my expression to the mood of whatever dance I was doing. The blur of an audience, however, was not quite the same as being face to face with someone. There was no way to ignore the blonde girl in front of me, especially as she gazed at me with flirty eyes and a smirk of her own.

This was about to happen. I was about to kiss an eighteen year old girl.

She was still in high school. I was very much straight. “Zoey . . . ” I started to say, as she brushed her shoulder length blonde hair out of her face without once breaking eye contact.

I(F25) am a dominatrix hired to join a couple(M35, F34) for a threesome and it didn’t go as I expected (FEMDOM, THREESOME)

A couple of years ago I was hired by this couple who had been together for a while and wanted to “spice things up for just one night”. In my expert opinion, if relationships had tombstones that sentence would be common in many of them “Here lies the broken pieces of Ted and Mary’s marriage. They were trying to spice things up for just one night”.

Nothing wrong with adding some heat and pepper to your sex life. Specially if it’s a very long term one. But getting that message on my phone that says “we’re just looking for someone to spice things up for one night” to me reads like “dead bedroom. Husband is bored, wife doesn’t know what to do and agreed to something she doesn’t fully understand”.

And enough with the judging, ok? I know women can be just as sexual (or more so) than men and I’m sure there are many dead bedrooms out there that were killed by the husband and not the wife. But those aren’t usually the ones inviting me.

I’m being a slut for Valentine’s Day and it’s not even lunch time yet [MF]

I was just in the mood when I woke up today. I had a message on here when I first woke up. I responded, we sexted and I helped him cum. By the time I got to work I was so horny and I wanted to fuck. One of my coworkers that I sometimes flirt with was complaining to me about not having a date for tonight. We ended up fucking in his car after i made some suggestions comments about helping him out. I rode him in the backseat while he sucked my tits. I let him cum inside me and I came on his cock. He’s the first guy I’ve hooked up with at this job, but today I really needed it. I was still horny, so I’ve been back on reddit. I sexted another guy while I should’ve been working and helped him cum too. It’s not even lunch time yet and I feel so dirty. And I like it

The Concert [MF Some Light Dom Themes]

As she is getting ready for work she hears that familiar chirp from her phone sitting on her night stand and walks over to read the message.

*So are you excited for the concert tonight?*

She responds *yes I’m so stoked, I havent seen these guys in years it brings back so many fun memories from back in the day!*

She puts the phone down and starts walking to her closet to pick out what to hear for the day and hears that chirp from her phone again and sees

* I’m glad you are excited for tonight, can you do me a favor though? Pick out a pretty dress to wear tonight, I love how you always look in dresses and I’d love to see you in one oh and umm, pick out a sexy set of panties and bra, like a thong*

She thinks to herself, ok that’s a bit out of character for him he never tells me what to wear but also, kinda hot? She replies

*Okay I’ll see what I can find, you picking me up at 8?*

another ding and he replies:

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A relaxing Valentine’s Evening [MF] [Creampie] [D/S] [Wholesome] [Aftercare]

(First off, again, sorry about any formatting or grammatical errors I may have made. I love feedback too, so it would be amazing if you told me what you think. I am a little rusty so I hope you still enjoy it. Also, if you would like to request a story of your own, feel free to send me a DM or chat! Other than that, I hope you all enjoy!)

You hear my car pull into our driveway and your heartbeat flutters. Your nerves settling like a ball in your stomach, but they are overwhelmed by the desire you feel for the one you love.

You stand up and walk towards the front door, your hair bounces softly on your shoulders as you step lightly through the house. The sound of your heartbeat thundering in your ears as the silk nightgown brushes pleasantly against your skin. The purple gown shimmering in the dim lights of the house, as you await for me to walk through the door.

You hear the key slide into the lock and turn. Your pussy clenches, eager and ready for the pounding it is going to receive. The smile on your face, unremoveable as I walk through the door and lock eyes with you, before I cast my gaze over your body, admiring every curve.

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No Touchy [M/F][30s][Poem / pointless / vanilla][long distance][F-solo]

I want my tits to touch the inside of your hoodie

I want to cum on your side of the bed

If I do nothing but imagine

Imagine you inside me in some way or another

Imagine your kind eyes

Or sweet voice

If I do nothing but imagine

You

My mouth starts to open accidentally

I suck my tongue, pretending

“Moan for me” in that make-me-wet voice

Permission

Allowance

Direction

Kind commandments calming

Overactive anxious unfamiliar thoughts

If I do nothing but imagine

Your name still slips out

In gasps and whines

The latest chapter of my reluctant sissy submissive story

The Neighbour – Chapter 14

[https://my-sissy-stories.blogspot.com/2023/02/neighbours-chapter-14.html](https://my-sissy-stories.blogspot.com/2023/02/neighbours-chapter-14.html)

or… start at the beginning

https://my-sissy-stories.blogspot.com/2023/01/neighbours-chapter-1.html

My Thick Russian Cock tail

All our kids were gone for the weekend and hubby was looking to find me my first thick cock.  Friday night we made a post on an adult site that we used to be on and set up the playdate for Saturday afternoon.  He showed up around 5pm, he was wearing a pair of basketball shorts (I was wearing a black micro dress with a deep v cut that showed to my belly button).  We all sat around having drinks and chatting for a 1hr or so.  He was actually a foreign exchange student from Russia.  Once we all felt comfortable we headed into the bedroom and get undressed.  His pictures didn’t do him justice, I could tell he was big sitting in those shorts but still wasn’t expecting to see one the size of a soda can.  I laid down on the bed and placed hubby’s cock in my mouth while hubby held my ankles, leaving me spread for our new friend.  He started touching and rubbing my inner thighs, then slowly kissed his way down, licking my lips.  Then my clit, (started out soft and slow then got faster) as I started to go He sucked my clit and gave a gentle bite…. 

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Carmen (Part 2) [MDom] [fsub] [FDom] [Group] [FMF 30s-40s]

The electric gates swung open as we pulled into the driveway, and the curving driveway led us behind a high hedge to a surprisingly large but tasteful house. Nothing ostentatious, but tasteful and elegant.

The handwritten and hand-delivered invitation had been similarly tasteful and elegant, on thick, pale cream notepaper. Addressed to us both, the words were in a beautiful looping hand in dark red ink, and signed “Carmen X”.

The invitation had suggested, in a hair’s breadth short of an instruction, that we attend her house at seven on Saturday, and she looked forward to seeing us then. Confident and self-assured, and irritatingly irresistible. As tempted as I was to be awkward and suggest a different date, we dutifully re-arranged a couple of things and agreed to attend. Invitations to Carmen’s house were virtually unheard of, and we might not get another chance.

The door was opened by Carmen’s husband, who was dressed in his usual club outfit. He wore hick black leather collar, black leather bolero, wrist and ankle cuffs to match his collar and a steel chastity cage. He didn’t speak, and I realised at that moment that I’d never heard him speak, but beckoned us in to the minimalist hallway.