Dreaming of Domination

I’m doing housework, and I hear you call me over. Hiding my smile, I ignore you, knowing full well the consequences. I keep doing what I’m doing and hear you call again. By the third time, my heart is pounding because I heard you stand up and storm over to me, clearly having had enough of my insolence.

You ask indignantly, “Are you fucking ignoring me?” I look up sweetly and innocently, “What do you mean? I didn’t hear anything.” I can see the irritation behind across your eyes. You grab my collar and drag me to the playroom. I’m a little worried now but it’s washed away with excitement.

You rip off what few clothes I had on and roughly lock me [into the chains in the ceiling](https://imgur.com/a/MKNLHwq), facing away from you. You reach around and attach heavy nipple clamps. I moan in response as I feel one, then two, click into place. My exposed ass bares the punishment, “Shut up, bitch.” Following the assault on my cheeks, a finger roughly slides into my mouth before forcing its way into my hole. The intrusion feels so good but I know better than to make more noise. You pull your finger out and I feel your cock head push against my hole, slick with precum. I have a love hate relationship with this. I want you deep inside me and yet I love the teasing on my hole. Without warning, your cock pushes deep inside. Fuck it feels good to be full again.

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10. Part 4

After a moment he lays down and gathers her in his arms.

“We aren’t even half way there,”  he teases, “it’s coffee time in a minute though.”

“Yes,”  she turns to give a quick kiss, then with languid movements goes to make the coffee.

She brings the coffee and they sit on the bed, catching up on life and sharing thoughts on the rest of the day.

“Are you ready for another round?”  he asks.

“Do you have to ask?” is her response with a raised eyebrow.

He takes the empty mug and places it on the nightstand.  Then turns back toward her to lay her on her back and kiss her deeply.  Without her noticing he grabs the plug he bought and begins to lick her clit using long firm strokes with continuing attention until she moans “4”.

He moves down to lick her ass and she halfway moans and giggles.

“You are killing…..” leaves her lips just as he begins to slowly insert the plug.

She gasps and then sighs.

With the plug inserted he sucks on her clit and inserts two fingers in her soaking wet pussy.  He pushes down gently to put pressure on the plug and stimulates deep inside.

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[Mm] [oral] [swing] Asking Frank for a booty call

I shot off a text to Frank at about ten-thirty in the morning, hoping he was up. My cock annoyingly and stubbornly hard as I did it. My wife lay next to me, a teasing smile on her face as she read her book. Fuck, I hope he responded soon.

He didn’t. It took another forty minutes before I heard the ding chime from my phone. By that time, I’d already made coffee and straightened up the house a bit, my cock having subsided and my desire’s flames having cooled. That *ding* pulled all of that to the surface again.

Hopeful anticipation filled my chest as I hurriedly I made my way back to my phone, flipping it around and unlocking it. Yep, it was him.

“Of course I’m around, little one. Is everything alright?” I blushed at his pet name for me and my cock pulsed. Fuck, I still wasn’t used to another man having a pet name for me. It was both heartwarming and embarrassing.

“Yes, sir, everything’s fine. I just really – “ I stopped typing for a few seconds, working my jaw, unable to get my fingers to type the words. I poured myself another cup of coffee before continuing.

A big friend at our gym- true story!

A few years back, my wife Ellen and I were living in New Orleans. We were newly married and about 30 at the time. I was working for the government and was on a long term assignment to study at one of the universities in New Orleans. Because of this we had access to the small naval base across the river and could use the commissary and gym. Ellen is beautiful, five foot eight and 125 pounds. She is a very attractive, athletic woman with a beautiful smile and auburn hair with highlights. She has long, sexy legs and C-cup breasts. We had a great sex life and fucked often, but Ellen rarely had more than one orgasm in a night.

Usually, we would go work out twice a week on Tuesdays and either Friday or Saturday evening. We used to hit the gym for an hour or two and then take a shower and head back across the river for drinks or late dinner, or back home. On Friday and Saturday evening the gym stayed open until 10 o’clock, and usually there were just 3-4 of the regular enlisted guys in their early 20’s and the gym manager whose name was Ray.

A ski trip with friends [MF] gets sexual in the sauna the first night.

It was a gloomy, rainy morning in Concrete, Washington as my best friend accompanied by our two girlfriends drove a meandering road up to my family’s cabin deep in the north cascade wilderness. The cabin was near a ski resort. Just a mere 5 miles up a steep road from the cabin leads to open lifts and powder snow. We planned a 3 day weekend get away after seeing the exceptional snow forecast. 3’ of new snow in just a couple days. Sign us up.

My best friend, Max, is a tall, slender and very much balding fella. 27 years old. We’ve know each other for nearly our entire lives. Back when we were both single we had shared some wild times together with the ladies (if you catch my drift) but that is in our past now – both of us currently in long term multi year relationships.

An unexpected evening. I get brought home from a bar [MF]

A guy came over and offered me another drink. I was pretty buzzed at this point, just enjoying watching the game. He introduced himself as Brad.

“What’s your favorite team?” he said. “Are you from here? What do you do for work?” I continued the conversation casually enough. I didn’t really care where it went. He was a clean cut looking guy, with short hair and a shaven face. He had dressed up nice to go out with some tidy jeans and a shirt.

“Hey, if you want I can get us a ride back to my place. We can keep drinking. I’ve got some Jack and coke at home. We can just play some videogames or something, no pressure.” I was down.

And believe it or not, we played videogames. It was so much fun, being all loopy. We sat on the floor, and he had his arms around my waist as I played.

Next, he suggested a movie. I didn’t mind. He put on some channel, and he continued to chat with me about anything and everything, occasionally making comments. But neither of us were paying much attention to the movie.

Saturday Morning

For weeks and weeks I have felt a mess inside. Your face and body running through my mind. As I sit here alone, I think about what it would look like to see you standing at my counter, wearing those stockings and panties… Your behind glowing from the soft light coming in through the front windows of my apartment. You looking back at me with a naughty grin, teasing…wanting me to come to you…

I’m getting ahead of myself! Let me back up and put into words what goes through my mind every free moment…

It’s early morning and I get a text from you, you’re on your way over…you end the sentence with a devil emoji… I hop up out of bed and make sure that I’m showered and ready before you arrive. The anticipation is killing me, but I know that it will be worth it in the end… While I shower, my cock is already a bit erect thinking about you…I stroke it a bit while the warm water washes over me. My mind racing with the thoughts of how I want to just rip open your shirt, exposing your breasts… I must control myself, I think to myself, I can’t do that! I quickly finish up my shower and get dressed, you’ll be here soon!

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 8 [FF] [Mind Control]

**Chapter 8: The Deal**

I look at the woman Reyna pointed me towards. My mouth waters. She’s beautiful in a Reyna way, not sexy or slutty like Maria or June. Her body isn’t begging to be fucked; it’s begging to be adored. She’s in a tan blazer that comes to a point at her slim waist and flows seamlessly into her skirt. It isn’t tight like a pencil skirt, having the pleats to make it more fashionable and less work-oriented. She has a simple white blouse, similar to Diana’s, and heels with straps that wrap up the ankle. Her hair is a deep red, almost auburn, and straightened. Currently, it’s in a tight ponytail. She has thick-rimmed glasses, and plump lips. I can’t help but imagine men love when she sucks their cock. I also can’t imagine she’ll suck cock ever again unless that somehow suits Reyna’s purposes.

[M], [F] Milf Season Round 2

Thanks for the kind words on my last post. This story is from the second time that Anne and I hooked up.

After the last time she came in and we acted like nothing happened it was a few weeks until I saw her in the store again. I did not have her number to reach out to her either. Those weeks were brutal. I would jerk off thinking about licking her ass and while she played with her clit and shooting loads right into her mature pussy. In between Thanksgiving and Christmas she came in looking amazing. We live in a colder climate so she had on those fuck me thigh high boots with a sweater that made her tits look amazing. She pulled me aside and asked if we could talk. My first thought was oh shit she is pregnant. Luckily that wasn’t the case. She apologized for not coming into the past few weeks, she told me she was traveling a bunch for work and her baby sitter was doing the food shopping. Anytime she would come home from her trips she would be with the kids and crash. I told her no need to explain anything to me as it was just a hookup and it’s o.k. She told me she wanted to make it up to me, and of course I said yes. She asked if I was working Sunday night and I wasn’t. She told me she would pick me up in front of the store around 4. Told me to dress up a bit. Not a suit but no jeans.

[FM] My [25F] first fight and role play makeup sex with Henry [26M]

One of my [previous series](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gxk4m9/fm_i_24f_let_my_cousins_hot_teacher_26m_finger_me/) described my first date with my partner, Henry. The short version: he was my cousin Shoshana’s long-term substitute teacher (known to her as Mr. Yang), and she and her friends obsessed over setting us up. We hit it off at Shosh’s Bat Mitzvah, but we didn’t tell her because (1) we weren’t serious yet and (2) she had no chill and would be a distraction in class. Her parents, my second-cousin Miriam and her husband Aaron, knew, but Miri didn’t approve out of a mistaken belief that Henry was a heartbreaker. In reality, I was the commitmentphobe.

In April, a month and change into us dating, I was actively avoiding all conversations attempting to define our relationship. Henry was bemused but didn’t push it. I was convinced my interest in him would disappear the second we slapped a label on it, and I worried our chemistry would fizzle if we became too domestic and lost the magic of sneaking around. It was obviously nonsense, since I loved every second I spent with him, but logic didn’t play a heavy role in my fears.