[FM] After 2 weeks, I met my online ‘daddy’ yesterday

Since I started having sex, I’ve always been wild and had fun. The past year or so my sex life has been interesting and had some weird moments. Some I regret, some I don’t. But I’ve been lonely and with the exception of some random dorm hook ups lately, I’m looking someone I can open to.

Relationships are fine and I’m open to one but most people I know just want a hook up and no commitment. Being 19, I’m kinda the same way. So I made a profile on an online sugar daddy site (SA). Mainly into it for the guaranteed sex, I didn’t care about the money aspect since I’m a TA and finally will be getting grants for college. By the next day at noon, he contacted me.

[MF] It was worth the wait (light BDSM play w/ a longtime friend)

I met Luke when I was a kid. He was a chubby, pasty white, shorter kid. He had crazy curly hair that was jet black. We grew up together & there was just always something about him that drew me in. He was your stereotypical “bad-boy” in high school and I am the daughter of a preacher so I just always thought I was into him because of that. We stopped talking for a while until he messaged me out of the blue. This was about a year ago. We chatted and even hung out a couple times but just as friends. The first time we hung out my heart died when I saw him. He had grown taller, slimmer, and sexier. He just looked brooding and rough and I loved it. Every time we would hangout, I would leave his place wet. I didn’t know what it was about him but I couldn’t help but just wanna have him tie me down and use me. I have the dirtiest fantasies about him and the longer we would hangout, the more I would need him. We stopped chatting for months. I got a boyfriend and pushed him out of my head. But a couple weeks ago he messaged me again. I finally decided to stop being such a big ole pussy and talk to him about fucking me. Turns out, he has felt the same way. So, we start talking about sex and what we are into. Our kinks line up so perfectly. We are both really into bdsm, with him being a dom and me being a sub. So we decide to hangout and fuck.

Tied up..(A submissives wishful thinking) [MF,BDSM,Mdom]

I felt her lips on my shoulder as I gripped the back of her neck to level her face with mine. I needed to feel her lips . I had this desperate need to feel her body on mine and pour out this desperation and sadness somehow. Our lips met and I kissed her with such an intensity that I thought I’d scare her or push her away, but I needed to feel this… I needed to feel something because I feared going numb. I feared feeling absolutely nothing at all and she made me feel alive. she awakened something in me that I didn’t understand, Filled me with feelings and fears I wasn’t accustomed to. I didn’t know how to deal with losing someone who meant the world to me. I needed her to be my escape. I needed her to need me as much as I needed her in that moment. Normally I’d take my time and be gentler with her but right now I couldn’t I picked her up and slid her onto the counter top as my hands became tangled in her hair and I bit her bottom lip. I pulled her head back by her hair to expose her neck and bit her softly and then a little harder as she let out a whimper and wrapped her legs around me tighter. I looked up at her and the look on her face almost sent me over the edge.. Even if only briefly she needed me. I released her hair as I gripped her thighs. “Tell me what you want Aria.” She moaned in response. ” I need you to fuck me zoey. Make me yours” That’s all I needed to hear. I picked her up off the counter and carried her into her bedroom . I placed her down on her bed and looked into her eyes “strip.. take off everything but your heels and your panties.” I sat in the chair facing her king sized canopy bed and bit my bottom lip as she gazed at me seductively and slid off her skirt. She stared at me expectantly.

The Tea Girl [MFF, bdsm]

The teahouse is dimly lit by what little light filters in through the cluttered window from the overcast glare of this late spring afternoon. We have been meeting there once a week for the last two months. The girl who works behind the counter knows our name and our order. She smiles at the sight of us and begins making our teas with a coy, submissive glance. We always grin and nod, taking our usual seat near the window of the narrow, cramped space. Today, however, our seats are occupied by an uncomfortably pudgy florid businessman and his improbable companion, a little waif of a punk girl, perhaps fourteen years old. She is sipping from a huge mug of hot tea while he drinks a hot pink vitamin water, painfully self-conscious outside of the fluorescent glare of his office or the dingy lighting of the sports-bars he frequents after work.

The tea-girl glances apologetically at us, a few strands of her tousled straw blond hair falling in front of her delicate face. I look at your earthy, sensual face and make a mental comparison. While you are far more “my type” there is something compelling in the rustic, airy, farm house beauty of this young barista. Tea-ista? Tea-girl will have to do for now. She indicates some seats closer to her work-station and we gratefully settle in. A few moments later, she brings us our steaming mugs.

Vampire Seeks Sub [ff, fdom]

The house was a narrow townhouse on a shadowed street. It looked oddly pinched and out of place, though the address, 232 Cathedral Street, was precisely correct.

Betty knocked on the door. The wind whipped her blonde ponytail in a sudden gust that caught the hem of her knee-length blue sundress as well.

“Enter,” a woman’s voice called, and the door was closing behind Betty before she even realized she’d stepped inside.

She was standing in a small, dimly-lit parlor, and glancing back she saw that it was evidently not the front room of the house. Her heart skipped a beat – how had she gotten here?

A low round table was set in the middle of the floor, which was tiled black and white. Two tall-backed chairs sat on either side of the table. One of them, the one nearest to Becky, was pulled out and empty. A candle had been placed on the table, along with a corked bottle of wine and a single glass.

Submissive Adventures : Part 4: Becoming a public slut [F][D/s][Denial][teasing][public] x-post from r/BDSMstories

I have always been a good girl, I follow the rules and behave, I dress very conservatively, but behind closed door things are different… I go wild, I still want to be a good girl but in a very different sense. I love BDSM and getting my limits pushed both mentally and physically. Being tied up for extended periods, being spanked or spanking myself, being forced to orgasm or worse forced to deny myself.

Lately Sir has added a new dimension to my torture, being a slut outside the safety of my apartment. We started slowly with the balcony, hidden so no one could see me but where I could be heard, running errands while wearing a butt plug. This had almost become routine, so routine that whenever I took the bus without being stuffed it felt odd. Sir had turned me from a lady to a freak in the street. He knew so well how to manipulate me, to tease me and reward me, he played with me like his fucktoy and I loved every moment of it. So much so that I began taking greater risks exposing myself a little more, but it was hard for me to cum in public. But that all changed yesterday.

A BDSM Lover’s Vacation NSFW [FM]

The clatter of your keys fill the air of your beach front house as you return home from a relaxing night at the beach. Red rose petals contrast and compliment the brown wood floor. You kick off your shoes and follow the trail. You feel your feet touch the abundance of flowers on the ground. You move deeper into the beach house as you are slowly swallowed by the darkness of the giant house.

   You find solace in candles that are sporadically lit along the trail. Each candle wafting smells of strawberry, kiwi, and other sweet things. You stop to take in each scent, and once you’ve fully appreciated that candle you blow it out. You continue down this path blowing out candles, leaving only the dark behind you. Until you finally find the master bedroom.

A long weekend [mf] [fmf] [bdsm] [power dynamics]

I saw Emma come down the escalator from the arrival gates. She had a backpack cinched tightly and a smile on her face as she saw me and Natalia waiting for her. Her long legs accelerated and lengthened their stride as she came over to us and the three of us melded into a comfortable group hug. Anyone looking at the bundle of humanity would have initially thought we were two parents greeting their daughter who was coming home from college for a long weekend.

We were joking and laughing as we went down the corridor and out to the parking garage to get into the rental car. We threw Emma’s bags in back and then started talking about the weekend’s plans of Emma being dominated by both of us. Natalia and I had arrived at the three bedroom mountain cabin we had rented from AirBnB for the weekend that morning and we had spent the day laying out our plans and fantasies.

The Training of Sabrina – Part 2: Rules [MF BDSM Mdom Fsub oral]

Crossposted from r/BDSMerotica

Hello, all. This is my first story. It is very long, and encompasses three months of my life. I can personally guarantee that everything in here is true, although somewhat paraphrased. It is not embellished nor fiction. I will be cross-posting this to other subreddits as I feel appropriate. There will be multiple parts and they will run together. Stick with the story and I am sure you will not be disappointed. I will also make a pledge to answer every response and comment to this story. So please, upvote, ask questions, and make comments.

I am a Dom. This is a story about how I met and trained Sabrina. As a visualization, Sabrina was 5’3″ and approximately 110 lbs. Her lithe frame was tattooed and sported B cup breasts with long blonde hair and emerald green eyes that glimmered when she earned a load of cum. I stood at 5’7″ tall and 150lbs. Dishwater blond hair and dashing blue eyes that can stare daggers or encouragement with a single look. My beard game was on point at the time, as well.

The Training of Sabrina – Part 1: The Meeting & Arrangement [MF]

Payment in Full [MxF, Noir, Anal, Small Tits]

***The roaring 20s. Fade-in from black.***

That’s the dame, he knew.

She walked into the office dressed in typical flapper gear—she was in her early 20s with that bobbed hair *those* sort of women liked. A black sparkling jacket and short skirt—looked like a Coco Chanel brand. Judging from that and the almost aggressive panther vibe, she was one rich broad.

“Flap your yap already, miss. What do you want?” the detective barked.

She crossed her legs and let out a little puff of cigarette smoke, carefully shaped like a ringlet. Slow, methodical. Her eyes were blacker than the Devil’s own soul. “I want you to find someone for me.” She pulled a paper out of her silver handbag and slid it over.

He picked up the paper and noted the name. Out in California, it was always good to know people. And this name…this one was a doozy. He got up and paced. She didn’t watch him, but stayed resolutely puffing at her cigarette, her full lips caressing it like she had a grudge against it.