FTM sub watches video he doesn’t remember making [M/FtM] [somnophilia] [choking] [anal] [cnc/rough/bdsm] [aftercare] [filmed] [humiliation]

I wake up to him slapping my face. It takes a few hits, hard ones, before I come around.

“Get up,” he demands.

It’s hard. My limbs don’t quite work right, and I feel sore. I don’t know where I am – the last thing I remember, we were in the kitchen. Now, I’m on a bed. And I’m naked. I automatically go to cover my body, feeling the familiar rush of shame and fear wash over me.

He’s impatient. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to where he wants. I feel something warm and wet spill from my cunt down my legs as I shift.

He sits down in front of a computer and pulls me into his lap. “It took you two hours to wake up,” he tells me. There’s an edge in his voice. It sends a shiver down my spine. That was long enough for him to recover – his cock is hard between my legs.

He opens the web browser and pulls up our website. FATHER RAPES AND BREEDS UNCONSCIOUS FTM SON, reads the caption on the video. I shudder, inching forward so my little cock touches his. Two hours was also long enough for comments to collect.

[Group] Exploring my deepest desires in the dark steaminess of a Russian sauna…

Note: Light BDSM themes. It’s an all-girl orgy, y’all!

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I met Anya at the women’s only spa in town, in the dry sauna. I noticed her immediately; I always came on the same days, the same times, and had not seen her before. I would learn later that she usually arrived after I’d gone home. This day had been a fluke. I saw her first when she had passed me a few times in the hall between the sauna and the soaking tubs, a flash of dark, curly hair and breasts that draped down her body elegantly. Her brown nipples stared at me as we passed, our bare shoulders nearly grazing each other. The soft hair on her arms bristled against mine. I shivered, despite the humidity. She was on her way to the dry sauna, and I was on my way to the cold tub. After I saw her swish into the dry sauna, I changed my mind, opting instead for a cold dunk from the bucket shower.

I pulled the rope and a frigid splash ached down my shoulder blades, trickling down my lower back to sputter out between my thighs. I pulled it again. My nipples hardened toward the water. I felt the warmth between my thighs escalate. I pulled the rope again. Then I turned back to the dry sauna.

{TW:BDsm} [MF] Hardly Punished

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*THWACK*
A deep moan echoed in the air. The submissive’s back dipped lower and her breath quickened with excitement. Her dominant rubbed her hind quarters gently.
“You don’t talk back and you know it.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but she heard and waited in anticipation.
*THWACK*
The paddle bounced off her ass and a dark red mark formed where it had been. Again her dominant rubbed over the mark he made. The submissive shuddered slightly, pain and pleasure waged war in her eyes. Goosebumps covered both of their arms.
“This is what happens when you break the rules.” He hesitated, trailing his fingers from the spot he was rubbing to her cloth covered mound. Another moan escaped his submissive’s mouth and the dominant’s shaft hardened with arousal. The submissive shook, almost as if her body was vibrating from the pleasure coursing through her. Her mind was racing with everything she’d like to do to the hard member poking at her through his pants.
*THWACK*
The dominant droped the paddle as his submissive gasped . She had forgotten to count her spankings and he had surprised her with her final one. Just as before he softly rubbed where he had spanked and then turned her towards him. She sat on her knees in front of him, watching him as he brushed her hair from her face. She brushed her cheek against his hand and he tsked his tongue at her.
“Must we do this again?” His voice was stern yet playful at the same time. That always confused her. She shook her head and stared longingly at the bulge in his pants. He smirked at her before standing up and slowly removing his belt and dropping it beside them. Excitement itched under her skin and she rubbed her thighs quickly. Her dominant let his pants fall, and then his boxers. His member stood fully at attention now, begging for her touch.
“May I please?” The submissive’s voice was full of lust as she stared at him. She couldn’t help but lick her lips. Her dominant didn’t bother with an answer. He grabbed his cock in one hand and her hair with the other and slowly brought one to the other. The submissive let her tongue dart out of her mouth and around his head. She moaned as she let the rest of him fill her mouth. God, did he taste good. His hand tightened in her hair as she begun bouncing her mouth up and down over his shaft, filling her mouth until she was choking. He grabbed her hair with his other hand and slowly started moving his hips to meet her mouth. The room filled with moans and groans of pleasure from them both. His movements quickened and his cock pumped perfectly in and out of her mouth. Tears gathered in the sides of her eyes and he began to slow. The submissive had other ideas though. She started moving again herself, all but slamming her mouth down over his shaft until he was in her throat and there wasn’t anymore for her to take. The only sounds were her choking around his cock and the almost animalistic groan coming from deep in her dominants chest. She could feel and taste his semen starting to drip in the back of her mouth.
The dominant pulled back again. He smirked as his submissive crossed her arms. She wore a pout that made her full lips irresistible.
“You get my cum when I ALLOW it. Have you earned it?” The dominant’s voice rang with authority and slight teasing, but still the submissive bowed her head as feeble apologies fell from her lips. He grabbed his submissive by her hair forcing himself back in between her lips. He moved faster and faster feeling her throat tighten and listening to her choke on his enormous member. He could feel her start to moan herself, the act of him choking her with his cock turning her on even more. The vibrations from her moans radiated from the tip of his cock to the base of his shaft and he could feel himself loosing control over his orgasm.

I wrote a fantasy about fucking my friend at university – part 2! [FFM] [BDSM]

Teasing. I bent my head just above her clit, so she could feel my breath on her skin.

She pushed her hand into my hair, grabbing a fist full and tried to push my head into her lap. I willing obliged and pushed my tongue against her waiting clit.

I felt another hand grab my hair and pull my head back, away.

“Sasha, lay on the table.” He commanded, she got up, as she did she struggled to walk, and he told me to help by removing her leggings and knickers, still on my knees I shuffled over to her and did as I was told.

Fully naked, Sasha lay on the table, her ass perched on the edge, so I could reach her. She propped herself up on her elbows and smiled at him.

“Hand me her knickers and stand up.” He said.

I took her black lace knickers and held them out to him. He took them and told me to turn around to face Sasha. I felt my wetness drip down my leg.

Story I [MF] [bdsm] [Mdom]

>As the thrum of silence beats its deafing sound, the slow swilring sounds of the orchastra begin, as the music they play creepingly grows louder and louder, as instructed I say “there” though almost inaudible to myself when the music is all consuming through the head set and I cannot hear outside of them, I am plunged into the depths of the darkness: the neatly tightly wrapped blindfold, the enchantingly chilling symphony, the murky waking of monsters once sedated by your last means, I sit kneeling as required by you naked, my plump white bum resting on the heels of my feet, shoulders straight, back arched, upon request my long hair pulled high on my crown then braided down till the tail brushes the back of my neck to the space between my shoulder blades, the pulse of my heart beat felt through my hands sitting on the top of my thighs, your hand grabs my shoulder and my body is pulled to you, the press of your lips, I melt into you, the gentle motions of them as they are full against mine, as they continue, greedier hastier, opening your mouth inviting my tougne to dance with yours I cannot help but to accept, greedier hastier, as you increasingly seem fleeting in this moment as I, I take your bottom lip between my own sucking on it till its in the grasp of my teeth, and I take a bite, the release of your sigh only known to me by the hot air against my mouth, you push me back, but only for a second for as my ass touches my heels, your hand grasps around the back of my head, and your lips are upon me again, the music encasing me almost drowned out as i focus on you, as I loose myself greedier hastier, you pull my bottom lip into yours this time where its met by your nibbling teeth, you move your hand from the back of my head, I feel the tugging as it entwins itself with my hair, then your teeth clasp down viciously as though with the intent to remove my lip from me, the shocking sharp pain so sudden to me, and as I feel the cry ring through my mouth, i feel your fingertips grab into my jaw and pull it down as, the other hand using my hair yanking my head back, a brush of fabric against my neck and chin working through the fingers that are holding my jaw open, i feel your fingers in my mouth, oh your hands, quickly lost as they stuff the fabric fully into my mouth, a drying effect takes place, i feel the swell to produce more salavia, incapable of closing it to swallow properly the fabric sits stuffing me, little by little absorbing the excess, the taste of blood from my lip a growing taste, your presence gone, i sit kneeling, head set in place the song of the violin currently playing eirily seductive, eyes still blinded, my mouth now gagged, as the loss of my senses heighten my angst, I urge my body to find any sign of you, as i dishearten, my head is snapped back by my hair, dragging against the ground, my only instict is to grab the base of the braid to ease the tension of the legnth your using to pull me, the fine finish of the stone floor allowing general ease for my body to glide against it but not with out a harsh cold burn against my back, my ass and my hips as I twist and turn, the gag keeping my full bodied screams in my mouth, knowing though that the two syllabled muffled squeals that are heard, are your name, I feel a tighter pull then slack of my hair as my body is swung, my back slammed against the rough stone wall, the music through the headset becoming more active, the grip of your hand as you take my throat lifting me, I cannot help the low moan that rolls in my chest,the grinding stone against me as I am lifted, the firm press to hold me as you work your way between my legs, my legs hike up upon your hips, the heat of your body radiating, my sex wet, against you, as i feel your body shift close and your hand releases my neck, allowing your hips to keep me supported, you take my wrists, together, i feel the cold buckle and cool leather, strapping them above me, your lips against my neck, kissing it as though it were my lips,once strapped, your hands grab my bottom, as your lips continue their path down along my neck, my hips start their grind, as the pound of my clit grows, soft muffled moans become a sharp shriek as your teeth find their way into the soft flesh where my neck meets my shoulder, when you at las finally release, a cooling effect as i feel you blow on the bite still hot from your mouth, chills run a course along my skin, then against the goosebumps your kisses continue their trail down, the heat of your breathe as it takes in my breast, the music taughting, your fingers tips as dull bruises, gripping my ass as you pull and suck greedily hungirly at my breast, as you free my breast from your mouth, your body shifts further from me, further down, the groan vibrating my neck as i know whats to come, using your hands to place my thighs a top of your shoulders, your head now between my legs facing my moist and ready sex, your breathe hot against my inner thighs, your lips slightly cool as they kiss them, my legs begin to quake, anticipation of your next bite building, as i feel you still, laps of your breathe slapping against sex, my hips motioning sending an open signal that my clit is deperate to be touched, i reach out with them only to be met by the air you tease me with, your hands tense against my hips as theyre slammed back into the wall, and you bury your face in me, my shrilling squeals as the relief of just touching me there brings such bliss, the music around me alive and alluring, as though building with me as your tougne traces over me again and again, taking my lips between your teeth and pulling them, long sucking kisses of your lips tugging at my clit, my hips holding tension against your hands, as you hit the spot again and again as at last my orgasm rakes my body, my screams of pleasure around the ever dampening cloth in my mouth, making sure to pull every last wave out of me you stay, and then continue past the point, my clit senstive and worn you stay there, making out with my sex, slowly casually, every stroke that hits sending jolts through me, you stay, my smothered pleas fallen on deaf ears, you start to quicken, the time between strokes shorten, my hips bucking against you, the sensation too much, my hands whithering to become free, lips circle the top of my sex, you suck and lick, suck and lick, my legs squirming your hands keep them from fallling off your shoulders, the sound that escape my mouth I can only imagine matching the high pitched sharp strokes of the violin playing in my ears, as you forcefully pull another orgasm from me, its quick pulsed harshed nature overcoming, exhausting, you set me down, my legs feel weighted, my toes just touching the ground beneath me, the music slowing, gently, keys of piano echoing, my heated body, taking in the cool air around me, still on alert for I know you are around me, watching me, noticing my wrists now red from the rubbing of the leather strap holding them, the dried blood against my lip from where you bitten earlier, the bruise developing next to my neck, my chest heaving and lightly beaded with sweat from your endeavor, the glistening between my upper thighs from my sopping wet swollen sex, the light shaking of my legs, my body trembles as the flat lash of the short stiff leather of one of the many variaties of whips in your collection smacks my left breast, then swiftly the right, alternating between the two, the onslaught, stark contrast to the soft calming melody of the piano, my screams i feel becoming more audible as the fabric in my mouth is almost saturated I can feel the air around it, feeling you grabbing my hips you twist me, my hardened nipples meeting the cold ragged stone, the surprise as it sends chills down me, your hand grabs me at my sex delving your fingers into the bounitful moisture, painfully I begin to feel the rise again, my breathe still heavy, the music becoming violent, and as the first drum beats i feel the press of your fingers as they enter my ass, my wetself giving plenty of lubrication as your fingers take long, aggressive strokes in rhythm to the belting music in my ears as the war plays, rising building, hypnotically as the music overwhelms, your fingers playing as though I am your instument, loosing myself to the battle, my moans on beat, still fighting my restraints, but as now the fabric in my mouth sits soaked I am able to open my mouth enough around it,allow me to push it with my tougne to remove it , the humming relief as i am able to close my mouth, now freely my crys flow, just audible to me over the livily sounds still playing in my ears, your fingers in and out and in and out of my ass sending waves of pleasure through my body, having just your fingers inside of me, my lust and need grows to have your member in me, I feel your fingers exit me, the slap of the flat leather strap, spanks my ass, ‘ o please more’ the words without thought, another slap, the pause, ‘more jimmy please give me more’ the hits of the strap, repeated, the shocking waves of the pleasure, the pull, the music longing as the fight ends, creating my desire for you suffocating, ‘jimmy, take me, o god take me’ my hips are twisted, pulling my body to face forward again, i feel the pull of the strap binding my wrists release, as my arms fall, free from their strain above me, they land around your neck, pulling my face to yours in hope to find your lips, I am lifted, you carry me, needing you, your face, your voice, as you lay me down i free my senses from their imprisonment, tearing the headset off and pulling down the blindfold, you chuckle- a delightful noise, as you say ‘I wonder how long you wou – ‘ stopping you before you could finish pressing my lips hard against yours, my sex fully recovered from your abuse earlier, alive pulsing craving for you, pulling you on top of me, grabbing the back of your neck, gently digging my nails to hold you, sucking your bottom lip, as I grab your member coaxing all of him, before raising my hips, and pulling you into me, my soft scream releasing your lip, ‘o james’ the moan from your chest, you start the natural rhythm of loving me, using my hold on your neck turning your head to kiss you along your jaw, meeting your ear, tracing it with my tougne, my other hand placed on your upper back ontop your shoulder blade, i whisper to you my moans my screams, my ‘I love you’, before taking your lobe into my mouth and biting it as I dig in and drag my nails across the top of your back, your closed mouth moan, ‘take me James’ you press me down,grabbing my neck pinning me, the look on your face driving me wetter, pressing my legs forward and down with the weight of your body as your thrusts become fast and rough, my fingers sunk in to various parts of the forearm holding me, my screams being trapt, you release your grip, taking the opportunity i push you away, grabbing one of the various type of lubricant off the built in shelf just above the bed youve taken me too and tossing it at you, I turn myself over onto my knees, presenting myself to you, my upper body still low on the bed, taking my hands and spreading my cheeks wide and apart beckoning you, answering my call almost immediately as I completeld myself in my new position, I feel the drizzle of lubricant dripping down my ass and my sex thats so wet its a shame it isnt enough to do the trick on its own, I feel the press of your member at my backdoor entrance as you ever so slowly enter me, inch by inch till you are fully inside of me, and there you stay, leaning over and carressing over the hourglass shape of my bent over body, before taking short patient thrust, the initial pain is slowly relieved and my cries become more and more pleasurable, careful listen on your part as you increase speed and length, getting lost in the center point of where my build is coming from i release my cheeks, grabbing the sheets down by my body as you continiusly pound in me, my screams being smothered by the sheets against my mouth you grab my braided hair, pulling my upper body up and off the bed, my song of sex filling the air around us, decicated only to you as your name is whinned and whimpered, ‘o dekota’, knuckles white bracing my weight and the tension of my fingers holding the sheets, close to my third release, you exit me, guiding my body down, into more of a fetal postion shoulders facing more towards you, my legs bent, the top one pulled further over and up on the other so my sex and ass are still open to you, you hike up a leg onto bed, to hit the higher angle she now lays at, you come reentering my ass, taking full long strokes, the pleasure becomig unbearable, my body worms beneath you, as the long strokes of your hard cock in my ass stay at its pace, my body tenses, the emptying of my lungs against my vocal cords as nirvana courses through my body for a third time, ‘o god jimmy’ my body heavy, you pace now quickens, ‘ojimmy please cum for me, cum in my ass’ your hard cock relentless in your endeavor to find your own release, your name as gasps on my breath, from your mouth the beautiful sound you make announcing that you have finally found your peace ,taking in every last pump your orgasm has to offer me, the pulsing even more noticable in my heighten sensitivity from my third release and exhausted body, you slide out of me and collaspe on the bed next to me on your back, i shimmy my body over next to you, as you place your arm around me, i nuzzle my head along your neck, kissing it gently as i feel your heart beat raging, the deep breathes of your chest slowing and without further word to eachother knowing what we have and our love for one another

Tara’s Training Diary – Day One, by Callovan [fantasy, light BDSM, FF]

*Day One*

Well, I’m here at last in the Abbey! Arrived around nine this morning – one of the Abbey’s instructrixes brought me here. I left Master Halyard’s house only wearing a simple translucent slip and a pair of soft shoes and nothing else – no stockings, knickers or bra. I wore no bracelets or anklets, nor rings on my fingers, let alone on my toes. Before leaving, I was also commanded to remove my nose ring, earrings and nipple rings, and I was told not to put on makeup and leave my hair hanging loose and unadorned. The instructrix led me through the streets by a cord tied around my wrists. Though the locals are certainly familiar with such sights, it didn’t mean I wasn’t myself feeling self-conscious – I’d even go as far as saying I was feeling as timid as a wee mousie. Those who saw me in the street smiled, but I couldn’t bring myself to look them in the eye. Thankfully, there weren’t that many folks about this morning to see me.

Remembering Hannah Part 6 [ Femdom] [Threesome] [BDSM] [Torture] [CBT] [Trans]

If you’ve been reading this far, let me know what you think of the series. I’m debating whether or not to keep it going or let it rest here for a bit. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy the next part of Remembering Hannah.

“Any final words?” Hannah joked.

My heart was pounding now as I thought. I was intimidated sure, but I strangely trusted that these girls wouldn’t ignore me if I begged them to stop. As the thought passed through my mind, I noticed Hannah’s wicked grin fade. It was almost as if she were reading my thoughts.

Her eyes softened ever so slightly, but her stance remained imposing. She was still in control. Hannah leaned in toward me and cocked an eyebrow. “Do we need a safe word?”

I thought silently and nodded.

Hannah placed her hand gently on the back of my head, her fingers caressing my neck. “If you want to stop, just say ‘red’ and we’ll stop. If you need us to slow down, say ‘mercy’, okay?” She looked into my eyes and nodded to make sure I understood.

Remembering Hannah Part 5 [ Femdom] [Threesome] [BDSM] [Torture] [CBT] [Trans]

It took me a bit longer than expected, but I had to cut this next chapter into two parts to fit. So I’ll be posting part 6 in just a few minutes after this. I hope you enjoy it, and please feel free to let me know what you think in the comments below.

Remembering Hannah (Continued)

Lacey led me into the first bedroom down the hall where they’d dominated me together last time.

Lacey was dressed in thigh high leather boots that laced all the way up the front, a tight black leather mini skirt and matching corset. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a way that said she was all business tonight.

I was wearing nothing but a steel chastity device locked around my aching cock.

As we stepped in, my eyes fell on Hannah standing with her hands on her hips. She had on black lipstick, something I’d never seen on her before. Her dark hair was pulled back neatly in a sleek ponytail . She was dressed much like Lacey, except instead of a leather mini skirt, she was wearing shiny skin tight black leggings that tucked into knee high leather boots with studs near the toes. And her eyes told me she was ready to start my punishments.

It All Started With A Dream PART 4 [FF] [Twincest-SS] [Intimate] [Long]

Hey guys, I’m SO SO sorry that this took so long. I was looking for the perfect inspiration and I finally found it. I also want to mention that I’m still accepting requests. I would love nothing more than to please you guys ;)

My request rules are in my bio. On top of those rules (there’s a character limit in my bio, so that’s why I’m putting it here), I’m also against BDSM stuff (i.e. bondage, rough play with whips and stuff, wax play, degrading, etc.). I’m okay with a little dominance and stuff like that, but that’s it, unfortunately. I’m not totally against MF stuff, but I prefer doing FF (or FFF, and so on and so forth). More stories coming soon!

Now, let’s begin…

*Two weeks later*

Like it always did, the sun shone brightly through the curtains. As I awoke, I was welcomed into consciousness with Allie’s beautiful scent, and the feeling of her warm body against mine.

Protégés and Guardians – Day 2 Part 2 – A new Guardian [BDSM, Fmf, Femdom, Maledom, Excess of Women, Plot Heavy, School, Dubcon, Protocol, Objectification, High-Heels, No Sex]

When walking out of the class, Samantha had naturally taken the lead in front of Valerie. The heading girl was slightly annoyed by the fact that she was ordered out of the classroom but also grateful to be rescued from the hands of Mr. Peters, who seemed to be a rotting bull, which didn’t look quite like his normal self. Little did she know that the following events would stir things up with greater influence by far above her direct experience. Her follower seemed to be quite fond of her, given the stealthy look that Samatha felt on her neck and lower back side. Valerie oozed the confident steps and even though she didn’t consider herself lesbian, she couldn’t help but fixate her eyes on the moving hips in front of her, packed in these vicious blue denim which stretched with every step. She got a little lost in thoughts and had the hunch she could follow her everywhere until she almost bumped into her at the door.