PROFESSOR PUTNAM, Pt.1

(Hey Y’all! Thought I’d try something in a longer format than my ‘usual’ style, hope y’all enjoy! This is a bit of a ‘slow-burn’/buildup, but one rolling I think you’ll really like it! Herein you will see a manipulative student forcibly re-introduce his arrogant Professor into the BDSM lifestyle. Enjoy!)

(The arrogant and self-entitled Professor Stacey Putnam is put firmly in her place when a student 25+ years her junior finds something that could jeopardize her career at a crucial time, should it get out.)

It was quite by accident that I figured it out. I had been sitting in the back of the lecture hall from the start of the semester, and I couldn’t help but think that Professor Stacey Putnam (AKA; Double-P), the rather MILFy adjunct professor in history (who was currently failing me and putting my Uni scholarship in jeopardy) seemed awfully familiar. After class, I hung back and asked about extra credit, only to be told coldheartedly “Mr. Jay Fortson, this not high school. If you want the grade, I suggest you work for it.”

PROFESSOR PUTNAM Pt.5

(Hope y’all are enjoying the longer format on these stories – whew it adds to the writing time let me tell ya!)

(The good Professor’s submissive side is unleashed, and her Dom and herself are in for a wild ride)

I’m really enjoying myself, as anyone in my position would. I have this very hot MILF professor that has let me fuck her in every usable opening, and I still have some time left. On top of that, she IS enjoying herself, though I’m not going to point that out…yet. Seems I’ve cracked open the submissive side of Stacey Putnam, so I decide to continue the enjoyment by seeing HOW submissive she really is.

Remembering that we started this as anything but willing, I tell her “Climb on top of me now.” As I shift to sitting up on the bed, my back against the backboard. Stacey responds as she should, moving and then starts to straddle me. She grabs my happy hard one and lines it up with her pussy and sinks down with a long, groaning moan. Boy it looks great as it slides right in. I respond by holding her hips so she is fully impaled on me, saying “Grind like this…yes-s-sss…”. Seeing her riding me as I wished, I take both nipples in between my thumbs & forefingers and say “Do you like that dick in you?”

PROFESSOR PUTNAM, PT.6

(hey hope you are enjoying this! The good professor realizes she who she is and embraces it as the weekend continues)

Sanity oozed it’s way back and I felt myself breathe again. I relaxed and as my vitals began to settle back into normal range, I became aware again. Stacey was breathing deeply, trying to regain her own composure. Her face was turned sideways, eyes closed. She looked content and happy.

Stacey opened her eyes. She felt content, if not also a bit sore in the appropriate places. Standing, she looked at her Dom and simply said “Shower?” Seeing him smile made a part of her melt.

“I like the way you think” said I “Go get the shower started, and I’ll be right there.” I wondered my dick was actually up for this, as I heard the shower come on, and the timbre of the water flow change as Stacey manipulated the controls, getting the water to the right temperature.

Her Introduction to BDSM. part 1

This will be multiple parts as this first part took place over a week.

So, a little about me at the time. I was a sales rep working all over the place. One of my locations was Las Vegas. I was there ever 4 to 6 weeks. Most of the time a couple of days. Other times for a full week. This trip was one of those.

I’m not a bad looking guy. 6’0, brown hair and eyes. Told the tall dark and handsome look. I’m no model. But I’m not bad looking. I would say my best feature is my personality. I’m not the hot guy that will turn heads all the time but once I get to talking with someone. They do not run from me.

I get to Vegas for my week trip. I like to stay at this same place all the time. It is a nice hotel not with a casino. The rooms are nice and big and are like little one-bedroom places. With a full kitchen, and the bathrooms have big jet tubs.

Alexei Iskakov, Bounty Hunter, Ch 2: Taking The Dog For A Walk [Mf][bdsm][huml][Mdom][Fsub][nc][sci-fi]

Zarina couldn’t stay asleep. She had tried, but the cage was cramped and having her hands cuffed behind her was far from comfortable. She tried to count her blessings. It was chilly in here, but far warmer than the hold. She was cramped and uncomfortable in the cage, but it was far from the pain and stress of how she was bound earlier. Eating the cubes of tofu without the use of her hands and having to suck on the nozzle of the water bottle was humiliating, but at least it didn’t taste awful, and no one was watching. Except, well, the security camera.

Oh, god. That creep must be watching from his bunk.

She pushed the food bowl to the side with her head and rolled off her stomach onto her side, back to the security camera. This was a little more comfortable. She gave the cuffs a tug. The heroines in the Californian and Tamil dramas she watched as a kid always managed to get out of these sort of situations. She’d fantasized about being a captured spy or resistance fighter, bravely defying interrogation, but this was far less glamorous. Nearly nude, cold, and eating out of a dog bowl in a cage, with no idea of where she was or how she got there, she shivered, and curled up into a ball passing into a fitful, teary slumber.

Pleasure room: M for F light BDSM

Pleasure Room:

Part 1

The room is always locked. The room is nice. It has hunter green painted walls with oak wainscoting. It has a 4-post double bed with restraints at the corners. There are handcuffs suspended from the ceiling in the center of the room. There is also a massage table near the wall opposite the bed.

The closet is the toy storage area. It has various outfits made of leather and vinyl, ropes, and various restraints. The door to the closet has a rack with all the dildos, vibrators, whips, paddles and a riding crop.

You are currently suspended by your hands, by the handcuffs in the center of the room. You are dressed in a red leather corset with black laces, a black leather miniskirt and black thigh high leather boots with 6-inch heels.

I [20][M] fucked my gf’s best friend [18][F] while we were on a break and had the kinkiest sex I’ve ever had. (I got introduced to consensual knife-play)

Go to paragraph 5 to start where it begins to get good if you want to skip intro stuff.

Go to paragraph 7 to start where it is actually starting to happen. Paragraph 1 begins below.

This is a long one. It’s my juiciest story and really my only good one but I swear everything in here is the truth or the closest to it that I can remember. Theres enough in it to end my current relationship but I’m confident she won’t find it. I’ve switched the names and stuff to help with that.

This all started in october 2020. My gf [20] and I [20] had been fighting for months. She hadn’t been in to having sex with me for about the same amount of time. By the time october came around I was already in the middle of a 2 month dry spell. And then we broke up, she said that she thought she wanted us to get back together later at some point so I guess it was a break? After receiving a few harsh words from her via text when I was just trying to be nice I thought it was OVER over. Depressed, I turned to some of my friends for help. Anything to distract me. They were all girls (I only end up with one of them), we’ll call them R, J, and C. They also all were connected to my ex in some way. R was mutually good friends with the both of us, she was the one I thought I was going to hook up with. J dated my ex and hated her guts. And C was really close to her since they had classes and extracurriculars together in high school.

My Step Daughter Takes Control….Part2. M/f, Light bdsm, fetish.

“Do you like me?” she repeated. “Answer me.” She pinched hold of my forearm and began to twist the flesh, not letting go but increasing the pressure. Her other hand was hard on my chest pushed me back on the sofa. She twisted harder. “Well?” she smiled and again twisted.

I did not know what to say. I liked her: the feel of her, the scent of her- her youngness and the combination of her aggressive nature yet vulnerable character. I wanted to say yes to all that and no to the pain, yet somehow I was enjoying it. She read my thoughts precisely. “Do you like pain?”

She then bent and gently sucked where she had been twisting the flesh, easing the pain and drawing a redness to the surface of the skin. Pain and pleasure. “I think so.” She smiled as she spoke.
“You will learn to.” She told me, “Slowly and painfully, and with ultimate pleasure. I will show you, when I am ready. Yes, I will show you.” The emphasis was on the ‘I will’ making it a promise and a threat at the same time.

The Bad Ass Bitch With Blue Hair [MF]

(Trigger warning for rough and degrading play)

So, this one happened awhile ago.

I had matched with Sara on a dating app while I was coming home from a business trip, we seemed to hit it off early and well. In fact we called each and ended up having about a 2 hour conversation only a day or two after we first messaged each other. We just just seemed to click and the conversation just flowed along an easy path.

During our long conversation we learned quite a bit about each other. Like me, Sara was divorced, although hers was much more recent. One of her biggest issues in her marriage was that she was not experiencing the sex that she always wanted. In short she was after something much rougher than her ex husband had ever been willing to deliver. She had also been considering expanding her horizons into some lifestyle related things like threesomes or group sex.

A story of how I [M] used a FWB [F] twice to get off twice in a few hours.

A few years ago, I had a period between serious relationships where I dated a lot and had some fun adventures. This is the story of one of those adventures.

To create a mental image, here’s a brief description of the two people in this story:

Me: male, 6’5″, average size cock, a little stocky.

Veronica: 5’8″, brunette curly hair, curvy, enormous boobs, very bubbly personality, incredibly submissive.

I’ve never been that into BDSM or aggressive sex. It’s just not me. I’m really laid back, I’m not all that domineering, and I’m not into physical discomfort or punishment. BDSM or anything along those lines is a fun idea for those who like it – it’s just not my thing.

When I met Veronica, that changed a bit. I didn’t want to get into spanking or anything like that. On one of our first dates, we got to talking about sexual fantasies. I’m very open about being a sexual person, and I believe that two people in a relationship should be sexually compatible in order for the relationship to work. She confessed to me that she had a huge fantasy of being used sexually. She loved the idea of someone coming by her place out of the blue uninvited, inviting themselves in, and having using her to get off. All without any pretense of returning the favor – she just wanted to be used.