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The night she almost broke me [MF] – BDSM – Femdom – Long

Good night little one I said as I tucked our daughter into bed. The challenges of raising a child and keeping the spark of my 17 year marriage weighing heavy on my mind. Here I held the most precious gift ever bestowed on us giving her cuddles and wishing her good night while thinking about the mischievous almost dangerous look my wife had given me a few minutes prior.

It was a weekend night and that usually meant there would be an intimate encounter between us. While the life of full time parents and industry professionals often doesn’t leave time for adult encounters through the week we still manage time on the weekends. Leaving our daughters room I immediately headed to the shower in anticipation of what that look meant and hoping the sound of running water would help the little one fall to sleep quickly so as to not interrupt our time with the need for a glass of water or other such parental duty.

Not So Prince Charming (Non/Con story)

Against the tinted glass windows of the restaurant, everything looked different to me outside. Below, a pastry stand where a man sold the sweetest treats, was the place I set for this mystery date to meet me. He was supposedly a long-time fan, and one that I checked out thoroughly before agreeing to meet up. The guy seemed normal-ish, but I only looked at a background check and social media check. Still, so much can be missed underneath that isn’t found in those two avenues.

My friend, Allie, had pointed him out to me. Said I need to get out of the house and stop moping after my last boyfriend dumped me. It was easy to write him off as another asshole, but the truth was, I laid myself out there to someone who I was warned would be a bad guy. Two months later, I threw him out of my apartment after suggesting I fuck his friend with him. Some dumb redhead that looked cracked out on drugs. She looked cute enough, but I wasn’t about to debase myself like I did in the stories I wrote. Being an erotica author, and a popular one, seems to appeal to the wrong crowd, especially as a girl who delves in BDSM. Is it so bad that I want a prince charming to sweep me off my feet like I was his princess? I’m lucky I haven’t run into anyone that’s tried to rape me or kidnap me. Read more »

My [F] first time being submissive slut in an MFM threesome

For years I’ve fantasized about being used by multiple men. Not just used, but treated like a fucktoy to play with. A slut.

My incredible Daddy, Grant, finally made this happen for me. He met a guy at a BDSM event and after talking for a bit, they planned out my evening.

As the day grew closer I started to get cold feet and was worried I would chicken out but when Lyle walked in, I no longer felt fear- just butterflies and wetness soaking threw my panties. A few drinks in and Grant casually grabbed me by the hair mid-conversation. “Go into the bedroom, strip, and lay face down on the bed with your ass up.”

I did as I was told, already in a lovely submissive headspace. It felt like ages before Grant finally came in, but it was only to blindfold me. I heard his footsteps disapear down the hall and then, “The slut is ready.” My heart was pounding and I could feel myself literally dripping. Read more »

Sorting my Problems Pt 2 [FF](bdsm)

So, my little cheerleader. What do I do about her? She was being pretty obvious, I thought, trying to corner me at every opportunity, complimenting me at every game, getting physically close to the point where she was crowding me. After a game, one of the other girls on the team said to me, “Look out, here comes your little puppy.” There she was, wending her way though players in various stages of undress, heading right for me. I sighed and replied, “Puppy eh!” Then the wicked thought became, I wonder if I could train her? Soon as she got there, she was gushing all over me, telling me how good I played and all the other crap. I looked down at her enraptured face and handed her my now empty drink bottle and said, “Fill it up.” No please, no thank you, just an order. Read more »

Master asked me to write an essay about what submission means to me. I hope you enjoy it!

What Submission Means to Me

Submission means a lot more to me now than it did even just 3 months ago. I knew that submission meant service, and giving up control to another person, but I didn’t know any of the details. I spent a year reading about BDSM and lurking on subreddits and chat forums before deciding to try to meet some people and begin exploring my own submission. In the time since I started researching and reading, I have come to a much better understanding of the lifestyle, myself, and the awesome people in the community. I have learned that the Dom/sub dynamic is a lot more nuanced than I first imagined. I also never quite realized how rewarding it can be to truly give my submission to another person who appreciates it as the honor being given to them that it is. Read more »

48 hours of submission – part 2 [MF] [BDSM]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/lfmg2y/48_hours_of_submission_part_1_the_first_morning/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

When I woke up it was still morning. 10am according to my phone, my usual weekend wake up time, and today… Well today I had already been face-fucked and cuffed and paddled. My sore bum did well to remind me of that fact. I twisted on the bed to look at my behind, and a saw how lovely and blush it looked, and I smiled. Master will like it.

I managed to change positions so that I lay on my front with a pillow under my trunk, and went on my phone. The blanket was off me, and my bruised and battered ass was proudly exposed and facing the bedroom door.

*Does Master miss his little princess? She’s awake now and she definitely misses Master*

I sent him a text, and then followed that with a couple of heart emojis. It wasn’t long until he came into the bedroom. When I turned around to look at him, I saw him licking his lips through a smile. Read more »

Poetry & Blood Part 6 [FF] [BDSM] [Mind Control] [Vampire]

**Chapter 6: Silver Tongue**

**Laura**

No one else was in Camille’s chambers for that night’s Muse Session. Camille sat on the edge of the bed, her feet crossed, naked except for a flattering choker and bright blue heels. Laura’s mouth watered.

“Where is everyone else?” she asked.

“Just us tonight.” Camille gestured for Laura to sit in her usual seat. Laura gripped the precious book in her hand tightly. She read the whole thing. Twice. Marcilla was a vampire. She hunted after Laura, she loved Laura K, but her prey was indifferent. Marcilla pleaded with her, offered her immortality, but Laura K didn’t want to live forever.

The end was hard to sort out. Laura K was certainly a lesbian or bisexual. She served Marcilla’s body, but she never satiated Marcilla’s hunger. Some poems were dedicated to Marcilla devouring young maids in the city as if to move on or forget Laura K, but her hunger chased her. It beat her. She needed to taste Laura K, to eat her whole, but she wouldn’t do it without her consent. Read more »

A milf and her night with a kinky FWB [MF]

I’m 48 and my FWB (who I shall call Mateo) is in his mid 50s. We dated for awhile (non monogamously but fairly seriously), and then for a variety of reasons I ended it. He said he would always be interested in a FWB situation and, because he and I had always had really amazing sexual chemistry, at one point I decided to take him up on the offer and we began seeing each other once or twice a month. I enjoy his company and he has amazing stamina for a man in his 50s.

For some background: we met on Fetlife. Mateo is an amateur photograph, who is very skilled in Shibari, and advertised on Fetlife that he was looking for female subjects for a Shibari photo project he was working on. I am an exhibitionist who likes being restrained (but had never had been with anyone truly skilled in the art of rope) and was intrigued. We met for drinks to discuss his project. He showed me some of his pictures (both his artistic ones and his NFSW ones). While nowhere near as skilled as he is in photography, I am also interested in it. I take a lot of wildlife photography. (And if you look through my profile content, you’ll see that another one of my favorite subjects is myself. Lol). We both kind of got turned on looking at each other’s pictures and I ended up going home with him. (I had never done this upon first meeting up with someone who I hadn’t talked too at all beforehand but he was just someone I felt I could trust. At the time I figured Mateo did it regularly but I later learned that he had only done it once before.) Read more »

Visiting the Cabin Alone CNC – Final Part

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I do not preface or end any of my stories with the explanation of how consent was given. Go to my page and read my pin with a full explanation as to why. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

I start to cry at his response, feeling his fingers slide into my pussy as I do. “That’s right baby, cry for daddy” he says as I try to squirm away from his finger. I’m dripping down my own legs, confused at my body’s response to this situation. My legs being tied together isn’t helping and somehow he is inching his way through. Read more »