[M/F] the dinner date [20s] [kinky bdsm after dinner story] [teasing, name calling, small amounts of ddlg]

He quietly walks into the restaurant eying everyone around him . He finally finds her before her rushed through the massive crowd of people and sat across from her. Their eyes meet each other as a comfortable and blissful silence fills the table as the entire restaurant goes silent in their ears. He looks down her body slowly undressing her with his eyes already growing hungry for her body. She smirks at him sensing as he eye fucked her and undressed her in his mind, she takes it as an invitation to look him up and down doing the same as she undressed him and eye fucks him. The waiter minutes later walks to them breaking the silence asking as he places the wine menu in front of them.
“The wines sir.” The man nods sliding it to her as he speaks.
“I’ll take a scotch warm, not on the rocks.” He says in a low raspy but deep tone.
Without opening the menu she spoke.” I’ll take a red sangria bring the bottle I’ll need it.”
She says in a low tone her small British Irish mixed accent comes out as she smirks and winks at the man across from her. As they sit talking flirts he grabs the box of matches between them and in the middle of two parallel candles nearly representing the two. He lights then and looks at the clock placed on the wall behind her as the silent ticks of seconds passing booms in his ears making him silently beg for time to speed its way through. She looks up frowning to herself realizing he is growing bored, she than slides her foot out of the flattops and uses it to rile up his leg slowly reaching his crotch. Hitting his crotch she curls her toes against his dick causing him to jump slightly in an attempt to hide the pleasure he’s derived from her teasing. She slides her bottom lip dressed in red lipstick under her teeth and clamps down biting it as she enjoyed the pleasures of him being in the palm of her hand for now before she was in the palm of his in bed later that night. At the thought of that she lowers her hand to her inner thighs feeling her own moisture. She than scratches her own inner thigh controlling herself before she jumped him at the table in front of the entire restaurant.
Finally, they got the apartment before he slammed her against the wall making out with each other and ripping each other’s clothes off hungrily. A moan escapes her lips as he attacks her neck biting down lifting her in the air with ease and smirks grabbing at her ass and carrying her to the bedroom nearly slamming her down on the bed continuing the attack to her lips and neck causing her to moan loudly. He than riled up her skirt rubbing her inner thighs.” You fucking slut, you didn’t wear panties for me.” He smirks sliding his two fingers in to her soaked pussy bending them and sliding them deeper into her as he hits knuckle deep. She yipes as Her legs shake and shiver to the blast of pleasure flowing through her bottom half. His mouth goes to her now exposed breasts taking them into warm mouth and sucked on them. His teeth rub against the sensitive areola and nipple causing her to moan and shudder. To the sound of her moans he lowers his hand pulling his belt off and wrapping it around her hands in a quick swift motion making her jump a small amount
” daddy” she mumbles under her breath. He ignored it as he went to her ear whispering deeply but softly
” I wanna play a game. Im going to go down on you but you are not allowed to cum and, if you do. You’ll be punished”
he bites her ear slowly and lowly talking to her as he went down kissing her neck, breasts and nipples once again sucking on them. He than kissed her stomach and waistline before lowering himself before licked her softly and teasingly before sliding his fingers inside her bending them and fingering her as he licked her clit. She yells and moans in pleasure as she’s pulling at the belt causing her wrists to slowly welt and bruise purple. Her legs shake and quiver as her body begs her to allow it to orgasm.
” l-let me cum please.”
She begged as he slapped her thighs causing her to moan and rise her waist belting and thrusting up
“p-please daddy.”
She begged and moaned ripping at the belt bruising her wrists more before he pulls back. He licked up her stomach as he slid his hard dick out and slid it deep inside her im grabbing her neck tightly and thrusting into her. She yipes in surprise to the discomfort and pleasure she felt as he did so. Tears softly but slowly roll down her cheeks as she moans in pleasure and his hand tightens with every thrust.
“Speak and your punished you hear me?”
He whispers in her ear.
“I don’t want to her your slut mouth speak anything but moans.”
“Yes daddy”
she says in pants as well as moans under ur breath before he slaps her causing another yipe and moan. He continues to roughly fuck and choke her tightening the grip keeping enough space just for her to breath. He moans against her lips causing her legs to shake and shiver begging him to finally allow her to orgasm. His dick twitched inside her as he grew close himself biting down on her dressed in red lips and drew blood making them both moan in pleasure.

Wet Summer: Part I [MF][threesome] [watersports] [d/s]

I’d always dreamed about meeting someone I could be my authentic, kinky self with. All the people I’d dated or slept with had been open-minded, to a certain extent. But no one ever made me feel comfortable enough to fully open up about my naughtiest fantasies.

Finally, I had found someone who I felt completely safe with. Chris was game for pretty much anything. We had known each other for years. We were friends since college. That year, at his New Years Eve party, he kissed me. Since then, we’d become friends with benefits, fucking 2-3 times a week.

All he cared about was making me feel good. It turned him on to see me happy and experiencing pleasure, even if it wasn’t him giving me the pleasure. It’s called compersion: a completely unselfish joy in seeing someone else happy, even when it doesn’t involve you.

No one had ever turned me on like Chris. He was about 5’11 with light brown hair. His eyes a bright, hypnotizing, turquoise blue. He was covered in tattoos and he had the most perfect body. His arms were solid, but he had a little belly. He had what some would consider a “dad bod”. Honestly, he wasn’t my usual “tall, dark, and handsome” type. But, damn, was I ever attracted to him.

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The fall of the Dove (Fantasy) (super heroine) (BDSM)

Julia Hernandez, also known as “The Dove” is one of the most respected Super Heroines of all time, she was one of the first immigrant superheroes, she has some very “unique” set of superpowers, when she got to the age of 25 years old her body stopped aging, this because one of her superpowers is for her body to always be in her prime of its physical capacities, which also caused her to remain on her sexiness prime.
Her main superpower though is that she had extreme invulnerability and resistance to pain in all of her body, with no weak spots known (until now), her skin is completely bulletproof, it can’t be penetrated by knifes, arrows, axes, katanas or even chainsaws, she has received direct punches from villains with incredible super strength and she hasn’t been affected by thatShe started acting as a super heroine in the early 90’s, and she looks basically the same as she does now, she might have the mind of a 50 year old woman, but she looks like a beautiful fit 25 year old.
Kent is the leader of one of the worlds biggest criminal organizations (something similar to hydra from marvel), and lately The Dove has been interfering a lot with his activities, he has sent his best men to stop her, but nothing seems to harm her. The most his men could do was collect some of her DNA, which he gave to his best team of scientists and ordered them to find a way to beat the dove…. and it seems like they found it.

[BDSM] Be Patient

My hand disappears up her skirt. Her eyes look at me full of eager anticipation and worry. It’s not hard to tell where her clitoris will be through her tights. I make a gap between her labia with my index and middle finger, and with the tip of my thumb, I give a downward stroke to the sensitive bulb. She shudders and smiles, excited by my dangerous hand right up against her vulnerability. Then it snatches her engorged clitoris in a hard pinch. A mix of arousal and betrayal comes over her face as she throbs between my knuckle and thumb.

“Please let go, it hurts!” She shudders as she grasps my forearm.

“Kiss me.” I say as I use it to pull her into me.

Our lips touch, and I release her womanhood. She lifts up onto her knees and rests her crotch on my knee, gliding up and down my thigh as she grasps my face.

“Please, please! It’s been so long!” She begs.

“Okay, okay. Get down and put your knees apart.”

She does as she is instructed. My hand disappears up her skirt again and finds its way back to the same spot. It holds her clitoris in the same position, not tightly, but firm enough to be a reminder.

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A Slippery Slope, Part 8 [romantic] [bdsm] [femdom] [humiliation] [chastity] [sm] [real] [D/s] [F40/m43]

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She pulled him by the collar, leading him over to the bed where she took a seat on the edge. She slid down her leggings and panties together, pushing her hips forward to put her perfect pussy fully on display. He could not believe how wet she was – her juices must have been flowing even before he came back up to the room. With one finger, she called him near, and as soon as he was close enough, she reached out with both her hands and pulled him in tight – she held his face so tightly against her dripping pussy that he was unable to breathe. The simple combination of her act and his mouth in her clit already has her at the edge, and while the long day had her tired and she wanted to let go, she wanted him inside her even more. As his tongue explored every inch of her pussy, she pushed him away just as quickly as she pulled him in – leaving him kneeling on the floor while she took off her shirt and black bra, and laid her naked body on the bed.

[F] My university exhibionism experience

This story happened a few weeks ago, my faculty usually hold a Christmas party with mulled wine in the last week before Christmas; Normally it’s for the first semesters, so they get to know each other and better, but there also students from higher semesters. I was there myself when I was first semester and I was surprised on how long the whole thing was until the whole complex was locked and dark, no one able to get in (but we have a door you can leave the university at anytime).. it was almost spooky to see this place so empty and dark. But yeah that’s the past, this year I didn’t want to go there for the people or the wine. I always fantasized about getting sexual in university and if the experience from last year wasn’t that chance to do it, i don’t know what chance I should wait for then.

A Slippery Slope, Part 7 [romantic] [bdsm] [femdom] [humiliation] [chastity] [sm] [real] [D/s] [F40/m43]

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He was shocked. This was not a tiny wet spot like at the restaurant, this fully looked like he had prematurely ejaculated inside is dress slacks, and without a coat to hide it.

Outside the hotel was quiet, just the doorman, but once they reached the lobby, it was quite a different story. It was packed. He felt thankful she was covered up with two jackets, because the way her leather dress hugged her perfect body wasn’t drawing all the attention to them. He could see the elevator and continued his uncomfortable walk towards it.

“You know what, let’s grab a nightcap,” she said as he reached to press the up arrow. “I could really use something to even out the disappointment of your failure on the ride home.”

As they walked towards the bar, he could tell that people had taken notice of his current situation; he had never felt more humiliated in his entire life. He had no idea that what he was feeling now was only a precursor to what she had planned for their new life together.

Diary of a Denied Slut (F24, M33) [D/s] [BDSM] [denial] [degradation]

~ Entry One ~

Dear Slut Diaries,

I was straining against the ropes binding my legs, not trying to get loose, just appreciating the feeling against my skin. Daddy knew I craved true restriction, and he had definitely done that this time. I couldn’t move my legs at all, my calfs and thighs tied together with my knees bent. I was stuck like this until Daddy released me… speaking of releases, I wondered when I would be allowed to have one again. Today I went into the belt.

Almost on cue, Daddy entered with a package and I felt my clit throb at the thought of being blocked away from giving into my slutty desires. I moaned into my dildo gag, almost no noise escaping from around the shaft, and he chuckled at my attempt to get attention. He slowly pulled it out of its package and I felt drool begin to slide down the side of my face from both the gag and from sheer desperation. He hadn’t even touched my clit yet and it looked like he didn’t plan on it before my lock. I shivered in anticipation.

Became someone’s own little whore! [FM]

Like many girls on this sub, I grew up religious. Modest. Covered elbow to ankle. Not allowed to touch a man. Repression breeds perverted sluts. No two ways about it.

By 18 I’d only slept with my high school boyfriend. Nothing special. I pretty much only interacted with people in my cultural and private school communities.

Yet I was obsessed with beautiful, frilly lingerie. Spent my paychecks on Agent Provocateur. Changed with the windows wide open since 16 to give my neighbours a little treat. Bought latex Vivienne Westwood heels.

At 18 I was a size 2, 5 foot 7, runners body with disproportionate F cup tits that were so perky a pencil wouldn’t even stay under them. Narrow, boyish hips. Tanned, big brown eyes, huge lashes. Unique beauty. I always wore skanky look at me outfits, and still do, even though now, at 25, my tits are a little softer, cheeks a little more prominent. I’m a 4 and H loves me more than ever.