[FM] – Helena’s Horny Halloween House – [femdom][rough][spanking][pegging][fingering][prostate stimulation][facesitting][sex worker][professional domme][big tits][BDSM]

As I shakily applied shaving cream to my face, I wondered if it was too late to call my bank and report that credit card purchase as fraudulent. Sure, I had been the one to type in the numbers, but I wasn’t exactly thinking coherently. If you wouldn’t be allowed to operate heavy machinery while in my state, there should also be some regulation against 2AM purchases of over five-hundred dollars. 

With a boozy brain, I had enthusiastically agreed to Halloween plans with an old college buddy. He linked me to a flashy, password-protected website that featured photos of two very gorgeous women donned in gothic garb. I clicked through some photos of the exhibition and saw that it was a lurid take on a haunted house experience. Allegedly, the home itself was haunted with spirits from the nineteenth century. The page promised a night crafted for the ultimate horny thrill seeker, the squeamish and prudish warned to stay far away. The details of the evening’s festivities were vague at best, only providing coy bios of the group of go-go performers that were hosting the event. They were to guide individual guests through the house, acting as our guides, perhaps. As I scrolled the dancers, I fixated on one in particular, Helena, a petite and curvy brunette with a cherub face. She looked more dangerous than the rest, her dramatic, stormy eyes projecting through the screen and into my soul. I assumed there would be plenty of dancing during the performances, and I would love to see how she moved her body. If I was going to assign a partner to myself, it would absolutely be her. 

First time BDSM and first time anal [MF]

FYI, I wrote this more for us than a public audience. It’s long. Sorry, not sorry.

“Go upstairs, clean yourself, and wait.”

And with that, my wife of 5 years left the room. We’d agreed in advance that this would be an extended “play” session, rather than the typical “have sex, go to sleep”. The tension was building all weekend and it was finally time to release.

But first let’s take it back a little bit. My wife and I had been together for several years. Over time that sexual spark had faded a little bit. After a miscarriage earlier this year, we decided to make a conscious effort to reconnect.

We refreshed our toy box, redecorated our bedroom (thanks Netflix!), and started reading erotic books together. Through this we decided to begin experimenting with D/s dynamics. Honestly, I’m not a naturally dominant person so I started reading and watching content that gave me ideas to implement. Tonight would be our first planned out scene.
After the shower stopped, I waited another 15 minutes or so until I quietly crept up the stairs to our room.

“Turn around and face the wall.”

[M]ilitary Confession: A Night at Swingers club in Germany PT.1

I’m going to try not to make this story to long.
I was trying to figure how I was going to celebrate my 29th birthday in this unique country that I have never been before. A friend gave me a call to tell me that he was going to take me out for my birthday. He wouldn’t tell me where we were going saying “it a surprise just bring shorts, flip flops, and towel and tank top”. During the week I kept trying to figure out where we were going. My thought was maybe a club with a beach theme or soothing to that effect since it was April and still slightly chilly for pool party. In Germany during the winter months you had club with summer beach themes. He still never wanted to tell me where was going no matter how much I asked.

[M]y wi[f]e tied me up and beat me [BDSM]

Author’s note: this story is 100% true and the first time my wife and I dived into BDSM. I removed some minor unsexy details about the use of safe words but everything was consentual and discussed before we started. I’m writing from my point of view, I hope you enjoy the retelling as much as I enjoyed experiencing it.

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I felt the last strap secured around my right wrist. I gave it a light tug and confirmed what I already knew, I was trapped. Spread eagle, completely naked on the bed. My other hand and both my legs were tied taut and I could barely move. I couldn’t see or hear anything. The white noise from the Bluetooth headphones and the black blindfold I was wearing ensured I had no idea what was coming. I squirmed in anticipation and my hardening cock was ready for my punishment.

A light caress on my nipple. What’s she doing? Then I felt the clamp take hold. It was tight and it hurt a lot. A light moan escaped my mouth and then the other. Both my sensitive shaved nipples were screaming with pain. I loved it.

[M]ake me [f]eel 20 again. Student vs college professor kinky anal![pics], [gifs]

Gather round fam, I got a story that will rock your boat. The following account is 100% legit, (got grainy pics/gifs to share don’t worry) and it is one of those wild, “get outa here” stories that alphas brag about (classic betta here, but miracles DO HAPPEN).

A few things about me. I am 40+, athletic, charming, easy to the eyes, talker, super brainiac college professor (phd and all). My ratemyprofessors page has the chilly meter to the max, and the comments, ooohh the comments, if I ever feel down that’s my go to place. I am a typical “clean professor type” by day, and sexual deviant by night (a look at my browser history can turn nuns to college girls during spring break).

In the past I have had lots of experiences that I could write about, and I also had a story up here (A for awesome) but I had to take it down, for … reasons! I hope this story doesn’t get me in trouble but it is too good not to share.

A rough night in NYC [MF] [BDSM] [CNC]

This happened three years ago. I was seeing Emily. We were both 23 and pretty kinky. We had played a lot and she confessed one day to wanting to try CNC play. We negotiated a scene where I would “break” into her apartment and then force her against her will.

We put a pin on a cold Saturday in December. She didn’t know the exact time. She just knew I’d show up at some point during the day. I walked to her UWS apartment around 4 pm, just as the sun was starting to go down. I used her key to enter her apartment building and rode the elevator up to her floor, excited to use her and with a bag of toys in my hand.

I quietly opened her door and let myself in. I didn’t see her anywhere in her apartment and then crept into her bedroom, where she was napping of all things.

I took a minute to admire Emily’s body. She was 6’1, a few inches taller than me and so thin. Her breasts were very small and hidden by the t shirt she was wearing. Her legs were wrapped in a pair of yoga pants that cling to every curve. I sat on the bed and she woke up, and the looked at me, realizing what was happening.

Private property [M25/F25] [BDSM] [Spanking] [Outdoors/Exhibitionism]

Her early morning run is Lena’s favorite daily ritual. She gets up when the sun rises, puts on her running outfit and is out the door before her body has time to protest that it’s too early to be awake.
The air is still fresh this early and the morning cold seeps through her tight-fitting running outfit, forcing her to start moving to stay warm.
Lena doesn’t run any specific route, she goes where her feet take her, until her smart-watch tells her she’s reached her daily goal. This way she’s explored most of the area where she lives and each day she ventures out a little further to discover new places in her neighborhood.
Most of the area around her home is residential, meaning narrow sidewalks or none at all. Luckily there is very little traffic this early in the morning, so she can safely run along the side of the road.
Today she’d been running along a road that’s fenced off on one side, with trees completely blocking the view of what’s behind. It’s a nice break from the usual view of houses and parked cars. She even stopped for a moment when she reached a gate in the fence to peek inside.
Behind the fence she saw a lush green area that seemed half park, half forest. A sign warned her it’s private property.
Lena hesitated only a moment, day after day she’d been staring at the same houses, running on the same hard roads. The calming forest-like area with its soft dirt paths was just too inviting. The gate was only designed to keep out cars and it was easy for her to just slip through its bars.

After the Great Shift, Part 2 [scifi] [historic] [chastity] [femdom] [bdsm] [oc] [real] [fiction] [extreme] [F28/F30/m28]

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Joe was absolutely freezing, so cold in fact, it is what woke him up from his deep slumber. He was is a room made entirely of concrete, no windows, just a steel bar door, and outside that, more concrete. In each of the four corners was a camera they moved and refocused with each move he made. For a moment, he felt like he was completely naked, but then noticed he was wearing a pair of tight-fitting, black leather shorts. They were fastened with straps at the waist and at the top of each thigh, with a small padlock sealing each.

“Get on your knees in the middle of the cell with your back to the door,” a booming voice filled the cell, seemingly out of nowhere. “Place your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers.”

He was still in a state of shock, but slowly started to gather his senses. He heard the door open and heard the clicking of heels on the concrete floor. Before he could turn to look, a hood was pulled over his head followed by a steel cuff slapped on his right wrist which was pulled down to his lower back where it was roughly joined with his left. The person who entered didn’t say one word, she simply led him out of the cell and into an elevator.

True story. Age gap. BDSM. Master/Slave. Walmart. 34M/19F. [MF]

Was at Walmart a few months buying groceries with my sub. A female staff member walks up to us at the self billing counter and asks my sub “Did you and your father find everything ok today?”. My sub in awkward stunned silence…. I put my thumb near her mouth and out of habit she starts sucking on it…. I look at the Walmart girl – “Still think she is my daughter?”. Walmart girl – Silence and a deep blush Sub – continues sucking on thumb for a few more seconds I smile and pay as we walk away.

Hello kiddies! It’s the Kink Keeper, bringing you another story full of sex and scares. Our tale is about a vampire girl and her love of bad boys, specifically one who always shows her a “devil” of a time! Grab your favorite ghoul and enjoy… Me and the Devil Blues! [BDSM] [Mf] [Supernatural]

My Sweet Satan: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines

by Dmitri Storm

Dorota lay in her coffin, playing with her cunt and whispering soft prayers to her Count, her Master, her God. Her fingers caused her labia piercings to pull at her flesh, making sweet music, the music of church bells. Her sisters found her “meditations” to be strange, but she didn’t care. They didn’t understand the Count the way she did.

Dorota had always been what the other people in her village called “odd”. She talked to the trees, the squirrels, to fairies, to angels, and claimed they talked back. When she passed the age that people stopped calling it an overactive imagination and started calling it being touched in the head, her parents started to worry. They tried herbs, they tried prayer, they tried a doctor and a wise woman, they tried locking her in a room for a week, nothing seemed to work. When Dorota began to act out sexually, they began to do more than worry.