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The Sissy Boi Toy At The Fetish Pary

Mistie is away and loaned her slut to me to take with me wherever I go. How are you doing this evening Jim?” I stood there quiet, delicately poised for Mistress Kate listening to her talk to Master Jim. “I am doing quite well, happy you are joining me to the party this evening. Get in and let’s head to the party.” Mistress Kate gently guides me into the limo in the back seat, as Mistress and Master Jim sat across from me.

The ride was fairly quiet for a bit while Mistress and Jim whispered to each other. Some time had passed before Mistress Kate spoke up. “Sissy Boi Toy, Master Jim would like some service before we arrive at the fetish party.” She said this as Jim was opening his pants and taking his hardening cock out. “Now slut, be careful not to make a mess, make sure you swallow all of him. Do not get your dress dirty.” I gently kneeled down in the limo and wrapped my lips gently around his cock sucking it deep into my mouth.
I began sucking his fat hard cock as my own cock came to attention. Mistress Kate opened the limo window so the driver could see what was going on. I whimpered and moaned as I sucked and licked Jim’s cock, caressing his balls with my hand as I pulled out licking his cock like a lollipop. I felt his cock start to throb and pulse so I wrap my lips around it sliding down on his cock in and out pushing his cock deep into my throat. He began to buck his hips fucking my face. Read more »

I’ll Stop the World and Fuck with You (Chapter: 1) [FM] [timestop][ENF][huml]

# Chapter 1: Not a Typical Morning

I woke up to the sound of my alarm… again… Having already snoozed it twice this morning. Wait any longer and I’ll have people yelling at me to get up, so I’d best get on with things.

I get out of bed and start to pull out some clothes for the day. My room is rather small; a bed, a dresser, a desk and chair, a small closet, and hardly enough floor space for much of anything else. With 3 sisters, I naturally wound up with the smallest bedroom being the only boy. My older sister, Anne, got her choice of rooms being the oldest, and my two younger sisters, Chris and Amy, got the next largest because they shared it, that is until my older sister graduated and gave her room to Amy, opting to move into the basement for the times she comes back home. Read more »

St. Andrew’s cross

**St. Andrew’s cross**

A special attraction is: To be completely naked with blindfolded eyes and to be visible to everyone on the cross! The sensitive spots are ready to be touched!

Whip, weights and brackets are used!

Touch with hands, mouth or instruments as agreed by the top and then by others! The partner is responsible!

As children we loved to play hide and seek and let ourselves be tied with ropes and most of us hoped to be unleashed again !!

Exactly that occurred to me again and thus for me the St. Andrew´s cross is the BDSM device of the month November. At these temperatures and in our latitudes something for the interior! A must-have among the bondage disciplines and expression of the bondage lifestyle.

I imagine the following nice equipment. A dark room, shackles on the 4 bars and of course people, naked people and everyone is allowed to feel one side or the other, may be top / sadist / gentleman or even just watch if he does not have enough courage or no need to surrender to his desire! Read more »

Why do people like bondage and pain?

**Why do people like bondage and pain?** The chat window opens. Here I am. Inexperienced. Insecure. Curious. Curious about the men. How will they react to a woman who wants more? Will they respect me? Am I a pure object of desire? Are my ideas of bondage absurd? And above all, how will I react?
I am a woman in her mid-twenties, wants more than ordinary sex, cuddling and tender kisses. And again these questions: Am I perverted because I want to be tied up? Because I long for a sweet pleasure pain? Because I no longer want to have relationships that are lost in the routine of everyday life? I’m not a sexy vamp. Just a girl next door. Maybe too simple for the men I’ll meet here? Now I am online. In search of this “more” that I can not even define. Do I want a SM relationship? Or maybe just live me out? May I as a woman say that I want to be tied up? Is it wrong to have the desire to get spanked? May I have bondage and latex fantasies? And while I still think about all this, I’m already written to it. For a brief moment it’s as if my heart stops.
I open the message of the unknown: “You open your eyes and look into the darkness. You feel the chains that fix your body. The mask that covers your face. The clamps in your nipples that make your body throb. Gently sweeps the leather over your skin. Your breath gets faster. Tension seems to tear you. ” Goose bumps. A feeling of pleasure overcomes me. Get caught and excited at once. The adrenaline shoots through my body. For a moment the air is gone. This stranger talks to me from the bottom of my soul. Awakens my desire with his words to life – I want that!
I’m ready. Ready to give me up. To drop. To entrust my longings to this stranger. Entrusting myself to him and delivering myself to him. Feel how bondage captivates my soul and my body. I am full of expectation. Full of desire for the sweet pain. To feel the leather grains on my skin. Tender kisses that cover my body and hard blows that make him shake. The foreign bondage lover lets me immerse myself in a world full of desire, passion and to my astonishment – trust. I get an insight into the world of bondage. An insight that has so little to do with “Fifty Shades of Gray”. My initial curiosity is inspired and seduced. I want to experience this “more”. The men who meet me are different, different from what I thought. Charming. Funny. Witty. Perverse? I don´t know. Not more than me. Is it perverted to admit his inclinations? To live out his inclinations? Not hiding behind social norms? We live out our desire. We are crossing boundaries – not just the supposed boundaries of decency and morality. We are crossing the borders in our heads. The fears that define us. The fears that fix us in everyday life. We live. We suffer. We love.
To put my limits and desires into words makes them come alive – to be experienced. Bondage is no longer just a rough idea of the possible. It’s a fantasy: “I want to deny myself. I do not want to be one of many. I want to enjoy the game of power. Wild. Passionate. Curious. I want you to seduce me. Tying with your eyes. Your lips make me long for your kisses. Determine about my body. Fix me. Take my freedom with leather straps. Press my thighs apart. Bind my arms to the bedhead. Cover my eyes. Touch me, so that I distort myself after you. Cover my skin with hot wax. Let your tongue explore my body. Nibble on my nipples. Let me feel the agony of waiting for you. ” The chat window gives me a look into the dark desires. Bondage Practices, Feminization, D & T, SM Relationships and Varnish, Leather & Latex. There is a whole world to discover and a bit of it myself!
I log out, drive down the notebook and smile. I am a woman in my mid-twenties, longing for sweet pleasure pain, want to get spanked and experience bondage!

An Inappropriate Nightcap (Cheating, Ageplay)

There was a palpable sense of relief when the final bell rang at the end of another school term. The children are hasty, chairs scraping on the tiled floor so that my well wishes for the coming summer break are well and truly drowned out. It’s a cacophony of noise as they excitedly leave my room, loudly talking over one another about plans for the break until the noise dwindles into the distance and I am finally left alone with my thoughts and the motes of dust in the afternoon light.

I lean back and push my glasses up to rest on my increasingly creased forehead, battle scars from a tiring and draining career. My hands drag over cheeks and into my short blonde hair, and I close eyes as my body finally relaxes. All I want to do is to curl up and sleep for the summer, perhaps see if James wants to go away somewhere. Of course he won’t want to – he was always far too busy with work. But he’s paid well, and because of the hours he sinks in we can both live comfortably in a very nice house, and I can teach what I am passionate about without having to worry about bills. Read more »

The night I became a unicorn [FFM]

I’d been talking to this couple for a month now, and we’d met once before, but tonight was the night that we were finally going to do the deed — the long awaited threesome.

I’d had a glass of rose before I left my apartment, so the gin and tonic I ordered at the bar was already my second drink of the night, meaning I was feeling friendly and chatty.

“I love your eyes,” the husband gushed in his French accent. It was a sentiment he’d expressed a few times during our first meeting, but I don’t tire of compliments :)

During our time at the restaurant, the three of us talked and laughed and shared desserts. The husband kept rubbing his leg against mine, and a few times, his hand would caress my thigh and he would smirk at me. Our waiter and other restaurant patrons were definitely looking. I blushed but I was enjoying it, so I hope they enjoyed the show.

I had three G&Ts by the time we left the bar, so I was pretty tipsy by that point. The husband languidly smoked a cigarette as we walked the few blocks to my apartment. Read more »

She liked to be watched. [MF][M]

First semester of university was a big culture shock, and I was relieved to be going home, 90 miles away from school, for Thanksgiving break. There’d been a cold snap, and the few leaves still clutching to tree branches flared scarlet in the headlights’ beams as my father drove me through my hometown back to the house.

After family hugs, kisses, questions and answers, I made my excuses and headed downstairs to my old stomping grounds. My hand flipped on the rumpus room lights, picked up the cordless phone, and dialed my best friend’s number without any conscious effort or memory on my part.

“Hey man, glad you’re back!” Jay drawled in my ear. “Come on over at ten, we gotta go out tonight. Bring your car, ‘cause Roxanne is in the shop.” Roxanne was his red 1991 Pontiac Firebird that had replaced Betsy, his green 1978 Oldsmobile Cutlass, early in his senior year. I hadn’t been allowed to take my car to school as a freshman. He’d been roaring around town in bucket seats, scraping by in basic courses, while I’d been grappling with distant lecture halls, weed-out organic chemistry, and a student body that had two women for every man—none of them interested in me. Read more »

Pancakes and Pussy-eating [FM]

In February 2010, I had recently moved from my college town back to my hometown. I still drove out fairly often to see friends and to hang out at my usual bar. So one weekend I drove out and was hanging with a friend who said didn’t really like “my” bar, but eventually, she relented and we went. The second I walk in the door everyone at the bar yells my name and starts applauding. My friend was not amused. We hung out for a while and then she said she was tired and wanted to go home. She drove us back to her place and I hopped in my car and drove straight back to the bar. I’m not playing games here. Every time I drove out to visit, my goal was to get fucked. She was dragging me down anyway and I could have better luck without her. Read more »