Cosplaying [F] [blkmail] [oral] [reluc]

Nikki looks out to the sea of people as they push their way between the tables. So many of them just happy with their lives and doing what they love doing. She sees the collectibles and the joyful conversations and the heated debates; she used to love doing these things as well. Dressing as her favorite character and meeting those that loved that character just as much as she did, taking pictures and sitting in auditoriums just to listen to creators talk. She loved it…

Now, she wasn’t sure about going out dressed as she was; a short purple dress that barely covered the blue and white striped thong that dug into her freshly waxed cunt. The long blue wig that held tight against her head and pulled on her natural blonde hair. Elbow-length gloves, Knee-high purple stockings and red pumps…well those were at least comfortable. She knew many girls that dressed very revealing in their costumes, but it was their choice; this was not hers. It felt like one bad move and the tight thong would either rip or just get swallowed in between her lips, and neither was the optimal choice.

My Life Dedicated To Femdom Servitude

It started out with simple oral sex videos. I always liked to please a women. These quickly became face-sitting videos, instantly pulling me into the femdom scene. The urge to submit was deeply embedded in me. My mind was reprogrammed after participating in femdom hypnosis sessions under the influence of a lot of drugs. I have since made a stronger bond to the femdom lifestyle every time I indulge in coerced intoxication. The Divine Goddess’s hold over me is undoubtedly powerful. I now find myself instantly aroused whenever presented with the opportunity to serve a real Goddess. Even if the task given to me is to sexual satisfy another man.
It is truly unbelievable to think that I have been straight all my life but. Now, I have been trained to worship cock and swallow every drop of cum I come in contact with. I now have a deep desire to whore myself out and offer all my earnings as a tribute to a superior Goddess. The Goddesses have conditioned me to obey at all costs. I live to serve and obey a Goddess. I do this by making regular tributes to my Goddess and purchasing Her gifts on amazon to express my devotion. All of the ‘harmless’ femdom mind control videos I hastily purchased and watched have had very real ramifications on my life.

Good Morning [MF][Cheating]

I slowly come out of my slumber as the door opens. She calls to me. I open my eyes and see her standing in the doorway of the guest room, wearing only her sleep pants and a tank top. God, she’s beautiful. I swing my legs off the bed and give a stretch, feeling that my morning wood is at full attention and begging for some, well, attention. I stretch out my arms and ask for a hug. She comes close and I stand up to wrap my arms around her, pulling her close, letting her feel what I feel. I hear her gasp. She drags her nails lightly down my back, provoking a shudder.

I pull away from her. She looks up to me, lust clouding her eyes. I lean in to kiss her. She doesn’t pull away, confirming that her husband’s gone to work. We share another kiss, just as wrong as the others before, but the love is so strong. I run my hands up her shirt and across her bare back, beckoning a moan from my mouth to her. She pulls away and puts a finger to her mouth. She suspects that her husband suspects, and isn’t entirely convinced that he doesn’t have the house bugged.

[F] Would you like this? [BDSM] [GWA]

There’s a part of me that wants to send you a link to this account. Would you find it hot that I fuck myself to the voices of strangers on the internet? Would you listen to my audios about the things that turn me on?

Would you unzip your pants at the sound of my voice panting in the night, legs spread, slapping my pussy and using a riding crop on my tits?

Would your hand wrap around your cock at the thought of my legs around you, pulling you in, begging you to fuck a baby inside me?

Or perhaps it is more of the words: telling you that I have had fantasies of an evening whipping you on a Saint Andrews Cross while others watch and drink from their cups.

[MF] So, my aunt walked in on me fucking myself with her dildo…

So, this week I ended up staying at my aunt Lucy’s for some family reasons. She was the type of woman that looked like she was in her mid – twenties, even though she already well into her forties. Needless to say, I’ve always found her to be very attractive. One the second day I was there, when everybody had left the house,I couldn’t help myself, so I made my way to her room.
At this point I guess I should mention that I’m a closet sissy. I’ve always been on the more feminine side ever since I was young, and I’ve always had a submissive nature. Gradually at some point I started dressing up, wearing make-up, bras, panties – either brought discretely online or from a family member. And soon, I had bought my first toy, and my collection increased from then onwards. I eventually became so heavily dependent on my toys until I can barely ejaculate without anal stimulation (i.e. without something up my ass), I also often walked around with a buttplug firmly lodged between my cheeks, and a chastity cage on my already really tiny penis (barely even 2.5 inches hard).
So anyways, I dug through her wardrobe and started dressing up in her clothes – she had this really cute pair of matching cotton panties and bra, which smelled really good. Just the smell alone was intoxicating. When I looked at myself in the mirror dressed up in drag again, I felt a bit ashamed and disgusted at myself, but that only made me more aroused and stimulated – I could feel my blood rushing to my head and my heartbeat getting faster and faster. When i finally took them off, I found that I ended up leaking precum all over them, and some parts of it were soaked through. I ended up placing them back to their original places without cleaning the precum off, and it was then that I noticed that she actually had a shoebox carefully hidden underneath a pile of clothes. I opened it to discover that it was full of toys – dildos, vibrators beads… you name it she had it all. It kind of surprised me, because i had always thought of my aunt as someone clean and pure, and I had absolutely no idea that she was into things like this. I almost wanted to slap myself silly at that point, because I felt so repressed for the past couple of days, (due to being unable to cum without anal, and I had no toys on me…) and there was actaully everything that I needed right here. But I knew that my aunt was likely to be back soon, so I had to painfully give up on the opportunity at the moment.
I was pent up for the rest of the week – the only thing on my mind was revisiting the same experience again with the added anticipation of finally getting to cum, while using that huge dildo of hers I had my eye on. I didn’t really get the opportunity until yesterday night when the house was empty again. I raced up to her room, and immediately dug out her treasure trove of toys, before picking out the largest dildo among the lot. I had my eyes on this really sexy Victoria Secret thong that I noticed last time, and i immediately put it on. I had no idea where the lube was (even if she had any), so I started sucking on the dildo and lubing it up with my saliva. After a really sloppy job, I slid it up my ass, which was almost twitching in excitement. The instant it went in, I felt a jolt go through me, it felt soooooooooo good to have something fill me up again after what seemed like god-knows how many days of pure suffering. I placed it up straight and started bouncing on it like my life depended on it. Soon, my aunt’s scent started making me fantasize about her – that she was pounding me with a huge strap-on. I began to lose myself in the pleasure, and started moaning really loudly “Ahh.. yes.. urrg, fuck me harder aunt Lucy! oh yes…”
And… right when i was almost to climax, was when everything went to shit.
The door to her bedroom swung open, and I could feel the blood in my vbeins freeze over. There she was, my aunt Lucy standing here, wide-eyed in shock, staring at the abomination that was in front of her. In her eyes, I could see a mix of shock, anger, but mostly disgust. I could see her eyes sweep across me, and when it landed on the pathetic excuse of a thing I call a penis, my arousal hit its peak and I couldn’t help but cum. I came right in front of her, squirting all over the place. Some of it even landed on her clothes. I could feel my butthole spasming and contracting on the dildo, and my whole body was quivering.
She just looked at me, and her shock soon all turned to disgust, which turned to rage. She just screamed at the top of her lungs “GET OUT!!!” and pointed at the door. I knew that I really fucked up this time, and I fumbled out of the room as quickly as I could. I ended up tripping over halfway due to the thong that was still between my legs, resulting in a sort of half-crawling, half-running as I tumbled out of the room, with the dildo still dangling out of my ass. I made my way back to my room as fast as I could, and bolted the door tightly shut, before collapsing on the ground. The only thought going through my head back then was that I was screwed. Royaly screwed. However, my heart was still pounding like crazy, and the arousal and excitment had not died down the least.
That night, I came harder than I ever came before. That was arguably the best orgasm I have ever had in my life. I write this as I prepare to depart back home. It turns out last night was too chilly and she came back for a coat. Thankfully, it seems like she has yet to tell anybody else of what has happened. However, when I think back to the events last night, and the look in her eyes, it sends shivers down my spine and I could feel myself wetting the underwear I’m wearing. I could almost picture her thinking to herself, “What a fucking sissy faggot”. I’m not really sure what propelled me to share this, but I find myself unconsciously looking forward to the humiliation and disdain that others might have for me, the thought of others reading what has happened makes me feel both extremely excited and disgusted at myself. I really regret what I did, and sometime I feel like if I was better looking, or if my tiny penis wasn’t so small, I’d have the confidence to be a real man. What do you guys make of this all?
TLDR: I had always been a closet sissy. For one week, I was staying with my aunt. I dressed up in her underwear, took her dildo, and started fucking myself with it, and she walked in on me. The look of disgust on her face just made me cum so hard, I could feel myself spasming on the dildo. I’m ashamed of myself, but not sure what to make of the whole thing.

Pajama Party Wife Swap [mfmf][voy][bdsm][sex club]

My husband Max and I, dressed in our pajamas, headed to the pajama party down in the sex club’s finished basement. Max was in plaid bottoms and a t-shirt while I wore a cute pink satin pajama top and matching shorts. My nipples were hard. My brown hair bounced around my shoulders as we wandered downstairs. It seemed like everybody was down here in a pile of fourteen pajama wearing adults spread out on the floor in a sea of blankets, sleeping bags and bean bags nibbling on buckets of popcorn as they watched the ancient porno. Deep Throat was playing on the six by thirteen foot screen affixed to the wall. Max and I scooped up a bucket of popcorn and with drinks and popcorn in hand, we sauntered towards the group. Tom and Ann, a couple we were interested in playing with, were snuggled together propped up on a bean bag. Ann, with her black hair and deep blue eyes and her clean cut blonde husband, Tom looked over and waved for us to join them. Max and I uttered, ‘excuse me’ as we tiptoed over bodies to settle down upon the sleeping bag strewn on the floor. Max pulled up the bean bag behind us. He threw is arm around my shoulder as we settled back to watch the show. I was lying so close to Ann, dressed in a black tank top adorned with skull and bones and a pair of men’s cotton tighty whities. She was kind of a goth girl. Both my husband and I find her quite attractive. Her legs were so long and beautiful Tom looked relaxed in grey pajama bottoms and an Eddie Bauer t-shirt. We were so cozy together, melded in a puddle of flannel wearing adults.

[MF] Becoming My Landlord’s Pet [Part Eleven]

The vehicle jostled and bounced and took on potholes routinely. Had I known better I would swear Michelle was purposely driving erratic to make the bells adorning my pup gear jingle as we made our way throughout town. Upon my collar as usual, I was outfitted with more bells dangling from the clamps on my nipples, and the white lace that wrapped itself around my chastity and balls was outfitted with ribbons and bells. I had to look *presentable* as my landlord put it, before promptly being shuffled outside and into the cage that she had set up in the back of her large sport utility vehicle.

I could make out the sounds of rain and figured Michelle would only be this brazen with this public display if it was dark out. Sightless, I could not tell if we were simply doing loops in a parking lot, or if we were actually in traffic. Nonetheless my cock sure didn’t care, as I dripped furiously as I was reminded to stay on all fours throughout our errands. I had been locked for a week at this point, and aside from removing the cage for hygienic purposes in the shower (under the watchful eye of what seemed to be a completely bored Michelle) was packed away 24/7.

I met him at a party… Here’s a story about the best sex I’ve ever had [FM]

What’s up beautiful people, it’s Rachel again with another (hopefully) hot story for you guys! I hadn’t really planned on writing a lot of these or anything, but I received so much kind feedback (and a surprising lack of dick pics! Go you!) that I figured what the hell, I could write more :) So here goes. This is a story about the best sex I’ve ever had. Sorry for the length, and I hope you guys enjoy!
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This is a story from my sophomore year of college, probably second semester? I’d been really busy with school and this internship I was doing, so I hadn’t even gone out in like three weeks. At that point, I’d also been single for around four months, and only had one hookup in all of that time, just because I had so much else going on. So Friday night rolls around, and I’m just sitting in bed in my pajamas doing some homework when my roommate and best friend Erin walks into the apartment with three of our friends and a very much not-hidden bottle of vodka. I laughed and greeted them, asking what their plans were for the night.

Liz the Stress Management Specialist’s second task [MF] [Freeuse-ish, Fsub, spanking, blowjob/facefuck, facial]

Liz lazily turned in her chair, eyes taking in the open plan office – she’d always enjoyed people-watching. She enjoyed noticing the various personalities that shone through in people’s work, some quiet and reserved with headphones plugged in their ears, others loud, their laugh booming through the office. The door to one of the large meeting rooms opened, and a few words drifted out.

“As usual, such a pleasure doing business with you, I think our clients will be *very* happy with the renegociated contract, Greg.”

After a few handshakes, two men dressed in sharp suits walked out, heading towards reception with smiles on their faces. A few seconds later, Greg, one of the lead Programme Managers, stepped out and called out a single word before disappearing back into the room.

“Liz!”

The tension was evident in his voice – he was furious. *Stressed, rather*, thought Liz, *so that’s where I come in.* She stood up and quickly stepped across the floor to the meeting room, shutting the door behind her. She turned around to face Greg, leaning against the meeting room table, arms crossed, his brow furrowed with tightly knit eyebrows. She tilted her head up and stood with her feet shoulder width apart, her hands clasped behind her back.

[M] How Audio Erotica Saved My Marriage – Part 3

It took many counseling sessions and some fancy therapy techniques, Eye movement desensitization and reprocessing (EMDR), to undo the brainwashing and reprogram my neural circuitry. I put [guided masturbation](https://soundgasm.net/u/comealot/Guided-Masturbation) at the center of my treatment program. I used it like a form of hypnosis to subconsciously reprogram taboo sexual desires and neutralize the sexual inhibitions that were holding me back.

Please don’t make light of it. This stuff is serious. We all have hangs ups and demons to overcome. My first was to find a way to end the masturbation session in “Joy” vs. being overpowered by feelings of guilt. With a lot of practice, moral support and more practice, I fapped my way out of this conundrum. And I attribute my success to audio erotica. Hearing a woman’s voice encouraging a joyful outcome did the trick for me. But my wife wouldn’t do it. And my therapist wasn’t going to do it. So who’s voice was it going to be.