Tag: BDSM

Well-Deserved Attention – MFM, Hotwife, Oral, Worship, Blindfold

Rachel was stuck in traffic, the unwanted consequence of a world returning to normal. On the bright side, it was Friday afternoon and she didn’t have to think about work for the next 24 hrs.

It had been a frustrating week for Rachel as she’d worked long days preparing her presentation for grant funding. Next year’s budget was reliant on securing the grant, and the pressure had been on her.

Fortunately, her husband James had been supportive, taking care of their three kids and making dinner every evening. For the last four weeks, Rachel’s routine had been emotionally draining. She had left early and arrived home late, barely time to kiss the kids goodnight before bedtime. But as always, James was her rock.

As Rachel looked in the rear view mirror, she got a glimpse of her ruffled hair and wrinkly clothes, and thought she looked frumpy. With her busy schedule over the last few weeks, Rachel had not been able to pay as much attention to her appearance as wanted. Everytime she looked in the mirror, her self-esteem fell farther and she only saw flaws, no matter how many times James told her she was beautiful. Read more »

A Spider Named Claire, Encounter 1: Succubus – Part 2/2 [MF][Femdom][CBT][Sci-Fi][Drugs]

“Miss, please, I’m close…”

She let go of my cock like it bit her. “Oh, no, it’s not time for that yet. Not until I get off again, at least.” She reached down to her cunt and rubbed it with her fingers until they were slick with her juice, used it to lubricate my glans, and fed it back through the pillory. “This thing has some features I was going to save for another time, but I think you’ve earned it.” She looked at me and winked. “Check this out!” She clicked something on the rod and I felt spikes pop out of the inside diameter of the ring. I couldn’t tell if they were sharp enough to break skin, but almost any movement was sharply uncomfortable.

“Ok, how about now?” She adjusted something and I felt the spikes multiply, shrinking as they grew inside the ring until it felt like my dick was being held gently by a handful of broken glass, nothing cutting, but on the bleeding edge of it. She must have seen my eyes go wide because she dialed it back down to the original setting. Read more »

“ garage scene “( bdsm) (a requested repost from my old account)

Garage scene

As I walk closer to the side door I hear metal clank on metal, and swear word echo across the garage. I cross the threshold and take in the familiar sight. A wood stove burns merrily in the corner, a Godsmack song is blasting from a radio on top of the work bench, and tools line the walls in highly organized regiments. in the center of the room is a sleek beautiful Camaro the color of ravens wings . black with a blue tint when the light hits just right,, on slicks, and perfectly pristine.

The disembodied voice swears again as I hear a socket wrench cranking. I know he’s been in here all afternoon and has lost track of time again. Long legs encased in jeans stick out from under the car, and I admire them for a moment. I’m quiet as I slip off my shoes and shimmy out of my dress. Leaving my thigh high stockings and underthings on, I tiptoe across the space, sit on my stool, and wait, trying not to giggle. A litany if swear words continue and then the lean muscled body on the creeper rolls out, the wheels well oiled and smooth across the concrete. He stands up , walks to a tall chest , opens a drawer and immediately finds what he needs. I see him glance up at the clock on the wall and swear again. He takes a few steps in the direction of the door then freezes . Ohh He’s spied my boots and dress. Read more »

Training Annalise, Pt.7 – CONCLUSION

(Well we get to the end of this series. I hope this introductory story of the BDSM lifestyle, one that has some factual basis of personal life experience behind it was as entertaining to read, as it was to write. All the best!)

With my sex toy properly positioned, I then stepped around and adjusted a large, three panel mirror in front of her. “Now pet,” I said in a low, calm voice, “I need and want to be able to see your face. It is important that I see your face, your emotion. Now remember, I am going to go slow, and teach you as I please you, hmm?” Seeing my pet nod, I could also see that she was both excited and focused, exactly as I had hoped. First, I simply ran my fingers along her back, the edges of the ropes, across her incredible ass, and ju-u-just to the edge of her sex, giving her little ‘pecks’ and telling her how pretty she was. Read more »

Training Annalise, Pt.6

(hey y’all and thanks so much for reading! This is my take on a young woman’s introduction to BDSM. Hope y’all like it! – Annalise continues to push her boundaries in new areas)

I was just sitting on the bed, wearing a pair of boxers, when my sex toy came in. It was clear from her hose that she was wearing lingerie, but she had that cute robe covering it.

“I am still wondering how you used those little pops on me. It was intense, but I want to know, do you intend to use those on me today?” There was an air of nervousness

“well OK, come over, let’s sit and talk,” I said. “So what I have been doing there is called “Impact Play” and, when applied just right, it, along with the power exchange that we talked about earlier, is what gets you into subspace. It from subspace that you get that intense orgasm, see?”

Annalise thought, and nodded, adding “I have to say, that subspace is like a drug, and I was hoping to be there again.” Read more »

Training Annalise, Pt.5

(hey y’all and thanks so much for reading! This is my take on a young woman’s introduction to BDSM. Hope y’all like it! – Both myself & Annalise find ourselves enjoying each other, as new avenues are opened.)

My little pet was doing well, she was taking to the training without even understanding that she was being trained. After I played with her sex a bit more, I lifted my had, flattened it, then, keeping careful eye contact with my new sub, I started a new form of training by giving her nipple nearest me a light ‘slap’. I stared at her, ad did it again…again….and again, the last time just a tiny bit harder. I then smiled as I began to use the same hand to rub outward circles from her areola, then I lowered my mouth to her waiting nipple. She had given little surprised grunts with each pop, but not a big reaction. As I suckled that almond-shaped nipple, I used that same flattened hand to very quickly and very lightly begin to brush VERY quickly across her clit. My new sub-toy reacted immediately, giving a raising wail, and I slowed and stopped, repeating the same process on the other nipple. By the time I was at her clit this round, she was looking at me with a bit of a grimace, and I when I started she began the long moaning wail all over again. Read more »

Training Annalise, Pt.4

(hey y’all and thanks so much for reading! This is my take on a young woman’s introduction to BDSM. Hope y’all like it! – Annalise pushes her boundaries as she explores)

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Annalise took a last look in the mirror. The royal Blue Bikini with string tie bottoms was a sexy one indeed, especially as really showed off her prominent butt. Her friend Veronica had once commented that they should run a pic of her ass in this under Reddit’s “Hungry Butts”, but that was never Annalise’s thing. In fact, she had been too shy to wear this in public, and it surprised her “Old Man”, so to speak, knew about it. The workers had the glass in the front window and that was great, she was just thankful that they weren’t around to leer at her. Her Nipples were protruding in the strapless top, and it was a bit unnerving. She knew she looked hot in this, but what was unnerving was that she found herself a tiny bit excited as to what the day might bring, and she did not know why. Read more »

Training Annalise., Pt.3

(hey y’all and thanks so much for reading! This is my take on a young woman’s introduction to BDSM. Hope y’all like it! – Annalisa discovers a new side to herself)

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My pet lay against me, gasping. I held her, still impaled on my cock, and worked to match her breathing. Yes, it was there. This was the best part of being in control. It was her orgasm, but she clearly understood it was at my doing, and that was the goal. Now to check & push a potential limit.

Annalise like that her Man held her, and she had to admit, that his cock, while smaller than before, was clearly still stiff. Just as she was thinking she had her second wind, she felt him moving.

Although he slipped out of her, she felt as though she somehow just ‘knew’, and moved with him, letting him reposition her. She was now on the couch, and He was above her. Annalise was not used to men producing a second orgasm from her, she had only had that once, and needless to say, she wasn’t expecting that, although in fairness, she wasn’t expecting the first one either. Annalise was silent as she stared at him. She was clearly in for more, though she knew not what. But she was VERY content to allow him to position her to His liking. What was this? A bit of…rope? She had only read about this, but *he* clearly wanted it, so as a result she *wanted* to experience this at *His* hand. Read more »

Training Annalise, Pt.2

(Hey y’all and thanks so much for reading! This is my take on a young woman’s introduction to BDSM. Hope y’all like it! – I know the first one was the ‘slow burn’ but as you’ll see, it really gets rolling here!)

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Annalise was in a near trance-like state. This entire experience seemed so very surreal, it did not actually seem to be real. Her day so far had been a rollercoaster of emotions, and she was ending it by selling herself to a dirty old man! As she stood, she told herself ‘just go with it, A, you can do this.’ To her surprise, Annalise found the old man not drooling, or leering at her, or any of the perverted things one would expect. He did have a look of total concentration, and all of it was focused on her. Oddly, she found a tiny part of her liked that, if not finding comfort in it.

As Annalise unbuttoned her blouse, she could not help but wonder what on Earth caused her to take a quick shower and change into other clothing. for this? Her bra and panties really weren’t anything special, just a matching pastel cotton set, but her darker skin showed thru them, and she liked that. She also had simply pulled on a nice little buttoned-down blouse, and she fumbled a bit in nervousness as she removed it. Read more »

Poetry & Blood Epilogue [FF] [Mind Control] [BDSM] [Vampire]

**Epilogue: How Sweet It Is**

**Kat**

Kat pulled out her phone, double-checking the address.

“Holy shit,” she whispered.

She pulled up the ad again:

*WANTED: English major. Experience with editing and copy editing. Female. Experience with romantic fiction, reading or writing. Must be able to read poetry with emphasis, clarity, skill, and accuracy.*

A friend sent her a screenshot of the ad. It was on a site for aspiring writers and copy editors. Apparently, it was for Laura Delazier. Kat had never heard of her, but Izzy swore she was a rising star in the romance world. Her stuff was reportedly dark and graphic, but apparently, that was in.

Kat had assumed she’d be working for Laura, though the ad wasn’t clear. What she hadn’t assumed was that Laura lived in a giant estate in the middle of downtown. It looked like a library or a cathedral. It was oddly Victorian, standing out against the modern and concrete aesthetic around. Not many buildings from that time period were downtown, and even fewer had survived a giant fire from the early 1900’s. Read more »