[FM] Friday night I made out with a virgin… Saturday night she was bound with duct tape with welts on her ass and cum on her tits. [BDSM][Longish]

This one started getting really long. Sorry about that. I trimmed it a bit. If you like even more backstory, I posted a longer version here: http://relationshipgoalsxxx.com/kate-the-virgin/.

Feedback is welcome!

One day, after waking up surrounded by empty Pabst cans to the sound of my roommate screaming at his World of Warcraft guild, I walked over to my computer and saw that I’d had a few friend requests, which I accepted all of – at least the females (I was a shitty dude). By the time I finished my shower, shave, and breakfast of cold pizza I returned to my computer to a new message from Kate.

Kate was extremely attractive… in the exact opposite ways that I tend to prefer(ed). I liked extremely thin or chubby pale art majors with shitty attitudes, my age or older, black or colorful hair, dressed punk as fuck, and enjoyed going to basement punk shows & goth fetish nights. She wasn’t thin or chubby – I think the kids today would call her thicc – with a giant ass on her relatively slim 5′ frame. She was two years my junior. She regularly tanned, kept her hair in line with mainstream trends, was bubbly and cheerful. I had no idea why she wanted to talk to me (my initial thought was that I was going to be asked to stop corrupting one of her friends), but I didn’t have to work until that evening, so I was game to talk.

Her pony ride, [MF],[Soft swing],[sharing],[BDSM]

“You are my dom. I am your submissive. I will listen and obey. I will communicate fully and openly. I give my body and my consent to you”

I looked in my lover’s gray eyes intensely. I spread my palms across her upturned forearms before I began my formalistic response.

“You are my submissive. I am your dom. I will cherish and lead you to where you need to be. I will respect your safety and your consent”

Nicole trembled as we completed our little ceremony. We had been playing for almost a year together. This is how we transition from vanilla to kinky, from mundane to in-scene. I like this, it is a nice way to reinforce the dynamic of the next couple of hours and it forces explicit communication. She likes it because it puts her into the right space.

“Slut, what are your safe-words tonight”

“Master, “Licorice” is my stop for a moment word, “Pineapple” is my stop everything safe word”

“Very well, mine are “Wallabee” and “Boomerrang”. Stop lights are in effect.”

Cinder: A Cinderella Menage Fairy Tale [Ch 1.][MFM, DP, Exhibitionism, BDSM, Fairy Tale Retelling]

*Chapter One: The Faerie Godmother and the Inner Sanctum Hookery.*

“Tonight’s going to be unlike anything you’ve ever dreamed of,” she said.

I turned around to pin the voice behind me, but I didn’t actually need the visual affirmation. I had worked with Titania for eight months now in the Inner Sanctum Hookery. There weren’t too many women “on the cock” as we said. — [You really have to get your kicks where you can, otherwise life will literally swallow you whole.]

“Why tonight?” I asked, not truly interested. “What’s so special about this evening?”

“Didn’t you notice that the schedule was particularly full?” she asked, with a wry grin on her face.

Titania’s teeth were extraordinary. They reminded me of sharpened crescent moons. Not the brightest I had ever seen, but striking and angular. Her smile made most people uncomfortable. The fact that each row of teeth was more symmetrical than other folk I’d seen only increased the attraction. I imagined often what it would be like to stare into those teeth spellbound — only to be devoured at the very end of it all.

The Questgiver [MFFF] [bdsm] [fantasy] [Fsub]

Inspired by a post in WritingPrompts

 

I started the first day of my new life the way I always did. I had my morning coffee, my morning wank, my morning shower. The drive to work was *okay*, except I kept feeling like I should’ve tried for a second wank. That’s Mondays for you.

The guard at the office opened the door for me. She always did that, but this time she smiled.

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked.

“I don’t think so,” I said, and tried not to finish the sentence with *Cupcake.* In my defense she did look like a cupcake, with a
sprinkling of freckles and a rather soggy bottom.

“I mean, really,” she said. “Anything I can do for you? Anything you want?”

I bit my tongue. There were many things she could do for me. But this was no way to behave in a professional setting. She kept
pestering me, though.

“Look, why don’t you just go and pick up my dry-cleaning?” I said.

If only I’d known.

 

Everyone at work was giving me funny looks.

The Questgiver [MF] [BDSM]

Inspired by [this post](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/6bwc4u/wp_you_go_about_your_day_as_normal_but_notice_a/dhq1ojq/) in r/WritingPrompts

 

I started the first day of my new life the way I always did. I had my morning coffee, my morning wank, my morning shower. The drive to work was *okay*, except I kept feeling like I should’ve tried for a second wank. That’s Mondays for you.

The guard at the office opened the door for me. She always did that, but this time she smiled.

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked.

“I don’t think so,” I said, and tried not to finish the sentence with *Cupcake.* In my defense she did look like a cupcake, with a
sprinkling of freckles and a rather soggy bottom.

“I mean, really,” she said. “Anything I can do for you? Anything you want?”

I bit my tongue. There were many things she could do for me. But this was no way to behave in a professional setting. She kept
pestering me, though.

“Look, why don’t you just go and pick up my dry-cleaning?” I said.

If only I’d known.

 

Everyone at work was giving me funny looks.

[MF] …but we also fucked (consensual bdsm and rough play)

Last Saturday night [I went to the dungeon with my new friend Lily](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6bd5h0/mf_a_lily_in_the_dungeon_consensual_kink_public/), and we had a lovely time. I thought I would spend Sunday doing chores, playing games with my wife (we’re poly; she knows about Lily), and watching TV.

We did do all those things. But we also fucked, which I wasn’t expecting.

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A brief warning: this story contains [DD/lg](https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=ddlg). If this is a problem for you, turn back now. All participants are over the age of 30.

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A little background: my wife and I have had a quasi-dead bedroom for some time now. She’s had some medical issues (mostly I think it’s anxiety but she’s going to the doctor this week to find out for sure) that have prevented us from having a healthy sex life — and neither of us are very happy about that. On top of that, I apparently “forgot” the right way to spank her, so we’ve been idly looking for a top for her. We’re hoping that a friend of ours will work out, but he’s always busy and not too dependable, even if he is a great top.

But I digress.

[MF] a lily in the dungeon (consensual kink, public play)

Despite being actively kinky all of her adult life, Lily — the girl from my post “[into the woods](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/69ni95/mf_into_the_woods_kink_semirough_public/)” — had never been to a BDSM club. It was time to change that.

For those of you who don’t want to read that story: Lily (not her real name) is a submissive masochist into rough play, breath play, spanking, and so on. She’s 5’4 with brown hair dyed red and long on top but shaved on the sides; she has light-brown eyes and cat-eye glasses, an adorable little septum piercing, and a smile to kill for. Oh, and a wonderfully curvy figure (she says she’s 170 pounds) with a perfectly spankable backside. She’s 27. As for me: I’m 38, six feet tall, bald (shaved), with blue eyes, glasses, and a beard. I qualify as a BHM, if that matters.

Lily has two jobs; one is as a waitress. Even though she was scheduled to [clopen](https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=clopen) Saturday night and Sunday morning, she still wanted to go, so we firmed up our plans. However, as usual, something got in the way. In this case, it was her last table at work: a large table, all of them with separate checks. But she did finally escape at 10:30 and head toward my place.

[Fanfic] [Str8] Parappa and Lammy Have Sex [mF] [incest] [siblings] [teasing] [femdom] [whoredom] [barely legal] [foot fetish] [handjob] [blowjob] [titjob] [bdsm] [endosoma] [ear/brain fetish] [mind control] [licking] [motherly] [bukkake] [anal] [vaginal] [breastfeeding] [cheating] [sleep sex]

LAMMY’S PRIVATE NIGHT WITH PARAPPA

Late one rather deceptively peaceful and unassuming night in Parappa Town, Parappa had just gotten back to his stepsister Lammy’s apartment and was completely exhausted, red in the face and gasping for breath…much to Lammy’s unpleasant surprise when she looked up from her dishwashing duties in the kitchen and saw him shambling through the living room like a zombie.

“Oh my god, Parappa, you poor thing…tell me, who did you get in a fight with THIS time?” Lammy ran over to Parappa and asked him worriedly, squatting down to match his embarrassingly short body height, hugging him lovingly, cradling him in her arms like a precious little baby and giving him a sugary-sweet kiss on the cheek, causing him to blush immensely.

“No no, that’s not what happened!” Parappa humiliatedly corrected her, waving his hands nervously at her. “What happened was that Chop Chop Master Onion told me to run all the way back home on foot after tonight’s evening lesson on…well, footwork, and so now, as you can probably imagine, I’m pretty much COMPLETELY tuckered out as a result!” Parappa explained, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the sweat off of his forehead while Lammy pulled out a baby bottle of water from HER pocket and made the poor adorable little pup drink it for lack of any better, less demeaning alternatives at the moment.

The 12×12 [MF] [Kink] [BDSM]

Sharon was a bundle of nerves as she turned into the parking lot of the condominium complex. Per his Instructions, she pulled into the assigned space nearest the staircase. A quick check of her watch showed she was thirty minutes early. This made her sigh with relief as it meant she could sit for a bit to gather herself together before going up to his place. After turning off the ignition, she reached for a copy of the Instructions. Although she had studied them for hours over the last few days, it was important to reread them again for the last thing she wanted now was to make a mistake. Not on her first time. No, this perfectionist mistress of detail could not allow that to happen. While sipping a cup of coffee she read them a few more times, visualizing each step in the process that must be followed.

The Emissary [BDSM, Sadism] (More to come?)

There has long been a worldwide understanding that war is a terrible thing, that it is a violence that tears asunder and destroys, and that it should be avoided. It is also well understood that war is unavoidable. There is no perfect world here, no utopia that means everyone remains at peace. There is evil, and corruption and simple ignorance that leads to violence, that leads to war. It cannot be escaped, only dealt with.

With this understanding comes further understandings, further ideas that are recognized and acknowledged as full truth. One of these truths is that in the horrors of war, those that are the worst off are your front line men. Those brave infantry people, men and women of valor, who are the first charge of any conflict. They receive the first clash of arms, the first slamming together of the shield wall, the first volley of musket or cannon or magic. And there is no doubt, no room for argument, that they are truly in a difficult place. They will die and scream and feel pain as they lose the last of their lives.