Transylvanian Concubine
by Lawrence Kessler
Tag: BDSM
Texting during the day leads to sex after work… [MF]
I’ve been fortunate, since I began posting my experiences with “Emily” on here, to make a good friend with whom I can discuss experiences that might make for good posts, receive feedback from each other on our writing & even discuss things we may want to try out with respective partners (after many years together, Emily & I are going through something of a sexual renaissance & I want to keep things fresh – the idea of her getting bored fills me with dread). This particular experience comes off the back of one of our discussions.
I have been working from home since the first UK lockdown. Emily hasn’t had that luxury, being classed as essential, so finds herself in the office most days. I had been interested in the idea of sending texts throughout the day, to get her nicely worked up for some sexy fun when she gets home – but she was never up for it, as by the time she gets home, she’s tired & usually a bit aggravated after her commute. There are some days where we’re both home, but the texting makes no sense when we’re in the same room.
The challenge [BDSM]
You will lie down on a bed in the spreadeagle position.
I will pluck four long hairs and tie each of them around your wrists and ankles. I will tie four ribbons to the four corners of the bed and around the four hairs.
I will then use all the skills and tools of pleasure and pain at my disposal to make you either break one of those four hairs or make you speak. If at the end of an hour you have not said a word and all four hairs are intact: you win. If you snap any of the hairs, or you say anything at all in that hour: I win.
You game?
The ordeal [F] [BDSM]
You will firmly bound to a bed in the spreadeagle position
You will count slowly to ten. When you reach ten I will hold a Hitachi wand against your clit for a minute. You will then count slowly to ten again. I will then hold it against your clit for two minutes. This will repeat fifteen times, meaning that your final ordeal will last quarter of an hour by which time, as you will know if you know triangular numbers, the wand will have been pressed against your clit for two hours in total.
You have very little control over proceedings. If you count to ten too fast I will simply wait until you complete the count again at proper speed. If you count to ten too slowly, refuse to count to ten, attempt to say anything else, or repeatedly count to ten too fast, I will simply hurt you and keep hurting you with greater and greater intensity until you resume the count in the proper form. As you can see I have plenty of means for applying pain available to me. Anything else you say or do I will simply ignore.
You game?
First time (Mdom, Fsub, bondage, anal play, throat fucking)
**Hey all! This is the first chapter of what’s probably going to be a multiple part series. It’s my fantasy of what my first time doing BDSM with a dom could be like. Hope you enjoy!**
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My heart practically beat out of my chest as I walked up the steps of your front porch, knowing this was my last chance to back out. But I wanted this, I had for years, more than anything. Sure, I’d had sex before, but being dominated was something I’d always craved.
We’d met online a few months before, you reaching out to me after I posted something on a forum about wanting to try having a dom, wanting to be used, but not knowing how to begin. You’d been kind, firm, slowly taking on the roll of dominance in my life as weeks went by, careful to be slow and not scare me off, starting with a simple, “Make sure you eat today”, and more recently restricting my orgasms and exercising more control. I’d gotten scared a few times but you’d pulled back slightly, reassuring me that everything was under my control, making sure I was comfortable, before tightening your control once more. I didn’t know what was happening, but you did. Slowly increasing your hold on me, pulling me towards you without me noticing until it was too late and I was caught in your trap.
Closing Shift [MMF][NonCon fantasy][BDSM](Part1…?)
Alice was alone in the store. The last stocker had left and she was wrapping up the last few closing checklist items. Aside from her own there were only a few sparse cars in the lot, most parked there for the late-night Mexican place around the corner. A lone car idled in the far corner.
She wondered if it was tweakers again. But figured better than calling the cops. It would just make getting out of here take longer. She returned to the office with the last few cash bags.
The rattle of the aging sliding doors opening in the front made her jump. She could have sworn she had locked them shut. Alice’s heart beat heavy in her chest. She grabbed her phone and walked out. “We’re closed.” She shouted over the aisles. Two pairs of heavy footsteps stopped. “Get the fuck out of here or I am calling the cops.” Her voice was shriller than she would have liked. The footsteps started moving again. This time away from each other. And getting faster. Alice dialed 911. Before the call connected one of them got to her. A man in dark clothes and a mask. He moved fast. He hit the phone out of her hand and wrapped her in a bear hug.
The Adventures of Dollington: Or the story of how a fine society girl fell into rough circumstances. [Mdom Fsub] [Gangbang] [rough sex] [bdsm] [incest] [4k words]
Chapter 1.
Young Elizabeth Dollington, of the Newham Dollingtons, was as fine and refined as it was possible for a young lady to be. Magnificent, in both dress and manners, and fluent in Latin in French.
One day she was walking through an east London market, perusing the goods, not sure what to get. None of the fabrics were of the usual quality she demanded however here she hoped to find some antique which would set her apart from her society set. She liked to be different, quirky.
Without really thinking about it she turned down an alley she hadn’t seen before to find a large, hairy, man with a deep voice stood behind a table with some broaches on it.
“hello gorgeous,” he said as she approached, “see anything you like?”
She perused the stall and picked out a little hatpin and asked how much. He said 5 shillings and she offered back 3.
“3 fucking shillings!” he said, turning sour and dark all of a sudden. “You come down in here in your fucking fancy clothes and shoes that cost more than my house and you fucking try to haggle me down. Fuck you and your fancy life, fuck you!”
The Red Suitcase-Chapter 2 [cuckold] [bisexual]
The Red Suitcase-Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Sexual content, including bisexual and light BDSM. Copywrite Justthesun.
CHAPTER 2
I woke up to the sound of the alarm on my phone going off, but sounding as though it was far away. I opened one eye enough to see a little sunlight streaming in through a slit in the curtains and reached over to the nightstand to turn off the alarm. My hand fumbled on the nightstand not finding it, a feeling of panic came over me as I swept my hand across the top of the nightstand then sat up. The phone wasn’t there but I could see the clock and it was well past seven in the morning, I was almost an hour late waking up.
I jumped out of bed searching for my phone as I listened for the alarm going off to try to find it, “Kim, wake up. Kim,” she opened her eyes just a smidge and yawned looking in my direction.
“Good morning babe. What are you doing,” she asked watching me, nude, dancing around flinging covers.
“We’re late and I can’t find my phone,” I said, causing her to sit straight up in bed as though her pillow had just shocked her.
Embrace of the Goddess Part 7 [FF] [Mind Control] [BDSM] [Corruption] [Modesty] [Fantasy]
Chapter 7: Rella & The Demon
Rella
Dust flew through air as the stack of books in Rella’s arms tumbled over the desk.
“Goodness,” whispered the young woman. She looked around the private study room in the library but didn’t spot any of the dryads that roamed around to help people. She pulled her veil aside and carefully coughed into her fist before putting the veil back in place. Then she quickly went about picking up and re-stacking the four thick tomes she brought with her: Maloth and Azora, The Twin’s War, The Age of Darkness, and In Defense of Chastity. She had been through these books before, but her research was coming up short. She didn’t want to disappoint Iriel and admit that no one had done much work in recording the workings or worship of Maloth. Neither did she want to admit the other possibility: that someone had destroyed all those books.
“Are you alright?” sang a voice from behind her.
Rella spun and caught sight of one of Iriel’s liberated dryads. She was conscientious of keeping her eyes up, looking straight into the nymph’s eyes. Her skin was a pale and sickly green — especially in contrast with her shining verdant eyes — and her hair was a lush and wavy red.
How I, a very average teenage uni student, ended up banging my beautiful Chinese teacher in a classroom on campus [MF]
I was more detailed with the background info than I had intended, feel free to skip to the dotted line if you just want the naughty details.
Picture me a couple of years ago: 18 years old, living away from home for the first time in my life, in my first year at university, struggling to make real friends, and barely keeping up with my studies. If you had told me that by the second term I would have banged a stunning mid-thirties mother in an empty classroom on campus I would have told you to shut up; this is how it happened…
I’ve always been interested in foreign languages. In school I studied French and Spanish, at uni I was studying Business Management with Spanish. I had always wanted to study an Asian language and had taught myself basic Mandarin through the internet, so when I saw that the uni was offering extra-curricular Mandarin classes every Wednesday at 6-8pm, I signed up.