[MF] Losing my virginity on a “study date”

I met Mandy in a psychology class. Prior to her, my experience consisted of kissing a few girls and exchanging oral with one. Mandy was about 5’-6” with a blonde bob and an average build. I’m pretty average myself, clocking in at 5’-10 with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I have a large nose. I had a little pudge at the time, but I wasn’t fat.

I grew to like Mandy because she was super friendly and teased me in a flirty way. As luck would have it, she broke up with her boyfriend a few weeks into the semester. I was determined to make a move.

On our way out of the next class, I stopped her to propose that we study together. Not only did she agree, but she seemed genuinely excited. She made the next part easy by suggesting that we meet at my place because her roommates were messy. I had a 1-bedroom apartment to myself, so this was perfect.

A roman slave owner’s testimony (Bi) (BDSM) (Fetish)

I’ll be honest: My life is easy. But I earned it. I spend much of my day on the sofabed, totally naked, being pampered by my comfort slaves. Many other harem owners prefer to be clothed while the slaves wear nothing, but I do the opposite. My servants are clothed (granted, the slave “clothing” is really just a large piece of thin cloth draped around their bodies) and my guests and I are naked. I find nudity more relaxing and the dressings to be an obvious marking of servitude. The only exception to this rule is my closest slave and “husband,” Finn. But he is a special servant, so we’ll discuss him later. But even Finn, along with all the other servants, had to be marked when he first arrived. New slave arrivals are tied to a table and branded with a hot iron in the buttocks. The brand a simple letter “S” for servant, or slave depending on who asks. Every new slave lets out a blood curdling scream when they are branded, so I imagine it is very painful. Fortunately, though the pain does not seem to last longer than a few days.

A Squirting Girl at the Doctor’s

15 year old Melissa was in the doctor’s office, waiting for the doctor to arrive impatiently for her monthly checkup.

At last, Dr. Becker had arrived.

“Hello Ms. Lauding, how are you doing today?”, Dr. Becker asked.

“Fine, fine…” Melissa responded nervously. She was overall more nervous today than usual, since this has been her first monthly check-up in a while at the doctor’s, and the only reason she was here in the first place was because of a broken arm last month.

“How is the arm doing so far?”

“Good.”

“OK, since you are already here, we might as well also check up on other parts of your body and whatnot. Please take off all of your clothes except your underwear and bra and we can continue.”

Melissa, as this being her first time in ages for a check-up, did not know this was part of the process, and was clothed with rather scantily undergarments.

“Are you sure I have to…?”

“Yes, Ms. Lauding, it is crucial for the process to be fluid and relaxed.”

The Assault: Part 3, Her Side [FM][Cheating][Rape Fantasy

Part 3

Her Story: This was told from her perspective, I did not change anything, and her story is written as she puts it, “what she could remember given the circumstances.”

[Part 1]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ga3tb/the_assault_part_1_fmcheatingrape_fantasy/)
[Part 2]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8gad1w/the_assault_part_2_fmcheatingrape_fantasy/)

Unchartered Territory:

“It’s going to hurt, and I won’t be nice or gentle. You are mine”

She felt compelled to reassure him, “even if I scream, don’t stop”

If someone else said those words to her, she would have run away haunted, broke it off immediately. She certainly would not have provided the approval to proceed, as she had with him.  But with Steve, Diana trusted him completely. Only with him could this work, only with him it was possible….only with him did she want it.  

The excitement was building all day and she couldn’t help but smile and as she bolted out of work early. Diana passed her boss on her way out, he knew she had the next two days off and could see her excitement in her eyes and wide smile but assumed it was her mini vacation as the reason she was looking so happy.  He yelled out, “have fun!”  Little did he or anyone know she was leaving early to secretly experience unchartered territory with her lover.  

[MF] Playing with my Tinder date’s tits

So this is going to be my first time writing up one of my own experiences on this sub, but I’m definitely familiar with it. A little about me, I’m 20 and a junior in college. I’m 6’ 1” and about 170 lbs with slightly tanner than white skin and black hair. I recently started going to the gym so I wouldn’t say I’m muscular but I’m certainly getting more toned.

So now that you know a little about me, I’ll describe my tinder date. I’m just going to call her Kristen named after one of my past crushes. I met Kristen on Tinder and we hit it off pretty well and lived relatively close to each other. We went on a few dates and made plans for another date that took place yesterday, which is when this story will take place. Kristen is a lot shorter than me, however she has black hair and really huge tits and a decent ass as well. Despite how big her tits are; her stomach is relatively flat.

The Assault: Part 2 [FM][Cheating][Rape Fantasy]

Part 2 of 3

Please see [The Assault: Part 1]
(https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ga3tb/the_assault_part_1_fmcheatingrape_fantasy/)
For background and a brief preface.

She whipped her body towards Steve and started to scream.

Steve rushed in and clamped his left hand over her mouth and gripped her shoulder to turn her body back around away from him. His strong right arm encircled around the front and trapped her two arms in front while his left hand kept her screaming muffled.

“Look at who we have here? Look at this cunt all alone by herself.” He whispered hoarsely into her ear.

Her wide terrified eyes looked at him from the side as she tried to arch away from him. He roughly brought her back to her feet. Her legs tried to kick backwards but he angled his body so they were just glancing blows.

“Stop trying to fucking fight me you bitch. You cunt.” He ordered as squeezed his hand tighter over her mouth. He slide one of the ties up his arm and around her head replacing his hand with the tie and tying it place. “If you start screaming I am going to make you pay for it do you hear me, cunt?” He growled. She whimpered and nodded furiously, her body still writhing against him.

The Assault Part 1 [FM][Cheating][Rape Fantasy]

This was written as a story format. Both of us didn’t care for first person perspective. We are married, but not to each other. Take that for what you will. We use pet names from Wonder Woman for each other. Everything that you read from here is true, save for some of the speaking parts, I took some creative liberty because I honestly couldn’t remember everything that was said, I tried to capture the essence of the moment. Part 1 is leading up to it. She wrote her own side of it which will be part 3.

A few particulars not mentioned in the story

Me: White, 6’5 230 lb. Swimmers body. 33 y/o
Her: Middle Eastern, 5’5, petite, tennis players body, 34C cups, 48 y/o

Part 1 of 3

The Entry

It was all decided before Steve arrived, all of the important particulars anyways, our safe word, no butt stuff, no obvious marks. Beyond that Steve was given a lot of leeway in how to approach the scenario. It was going to be an experience that he had been fantasizing about for a long while, something that he and Diana felt very comfortable talking about given how open their relationship is in exploring sexuality.

Interested in sharing your GoneWildStory on stage in Portland, OR? [F][M][Group][TF][TM]

Hello /r/gonewildstories!

I am one of the producers of [The Mystery Box Show](http://www.mysteryboxshow.com), a live sex-themed storytelling series based in Portland, Oregon. (think “The Moth” but with more adult themes)

We have read so many wonderful stories from folks here on this subreddit, and we’d love to reach out to anyone in the Portland area with a story to share, who many be interested in pitching their stories to appear on our stage.

We’re always looking for new storytellers to showcase, and if you or anyone you know sound like a good candidate for what we do, we would love to hear from you.

Our goal is to cover as many sexual experiences as possible: from vanilla to kinky, straight, queer, and everything in between. As long as the story has good emotional stakes, or a surprising turn, or is simply unique in an unexpected way, it is likely a great fit for our show.

Please feel free to ask any questions you have in this thread or in a private message. I would be happy to provide any information I can. Thank you for your time, and I look forward to hearing from all of you!

Fantasy Island Day 5 [Bi] [MF] [MM] [MMF] [Fdom] [Msub]

As I woke, there was relatively silence bar the tick-tock of a clock in the room. Friday. Really?

I was beginning to panic about having to leave the island and go back to real life. My job was stressing me out. I was lonely. I was sick of family expectations. Here, I could be myself and I found myself deeply bound to the woman next to me. She had my balls tied up in ropes and inserted a metal rod into my dick. Did it hurt? Just a pinch. I remember going for a pee on her in the shower and there was only a slight sting. When I woke up in the morning, I did before she roused and stood before the toilet. Morning wood meant aiming was a little difficult. Without any pain, I pissed into the bowl and smiled.

[MF] Becoming my Landlord’s Pet (Part Eighteen)

We talked more in the first fifteen minutes than we had since the day I left her office after signing the new lease. Which is to say, we talked more in the first fifteen minutes than we ever have before. My feminine voice was a chore to keep up, but it was good practice and I enjoyed not only choosing my words carefully and slowly, but it also gave me great reason to ask questions and listen. We talked about bondage and fetish, puppy play and chastity. She frequently would rub my leg, or hold my hand, or marvel at my looks. This all made me feel incredibly happy and truly cared for. A girl likes to be romanced.

I couldn’t help myself, I was too curious, and after my second cocktail I had to ask how she managed to get out of the house dressed like this.

“My husband and I have an agreement”

That statement seemed open ended and didn’t really answer my question, but I understood what she meant. I asked if he knew about me.