Tag: BDSM

A Lesson To Be Learned (BDSM)

He walks in the room where I’m laying on the bed watching a movie. Sir tells me to put my hands behind my back, I’m to learn a lesson. With much hesitation I finally obey and put my hands behind my back. I hear a click and feel the familiar touch of the cuffs he brings with him everywhere.

What did I do to deserve this and how long will this punishment last. He puts a blindfold over my eyes and all the sudden I’m being gagged. Sir has never gagged me, what am I about to learn. He lays me back onto the bed and I hear and feel my legs being pulled and chained to the bed. I struggle to try and get away and I hear him tell me the more I struggle the longer this will last.

My legs are being spread apart, what has made Sir do this to me……I keep thinking and going over everything I had done today. I feel metal and hear a chain pulling my legs apart. I try to speak and ask why, but the gag keeps me from making a plea. Read more »

A Dream Or Fantasy (BDSM)

Asleep in my bed, I feel the leather around my ankle and wake to him strapping my legs apart. I start to say not tonight and he puts his hand over my mouth. Strapes my arms down and apart. He brings out a ball gag and I again I start to say no, but he doesn’t listen to me and fastens it into my mouth. I could only watch with very wide eyes, this man had never treated me like this before.

He just keeps watching me, I’m not sure what he’s thinking. I still have my clothes on so wasn’t sure what was on his mind. He goes around to the other side of the room and starts getting out all kinds of toys. Then he turns with a knife in his hand, it scares me to death cause I’m not into severe pain at all. He cuts my clothes off of me, I get very arroused at this point. He has never taken such control of me. Next he puts a blind fold on me and I immediately get wet. Everything is going through my head, but I know he loves and respects me and I trust him completely. Read more »

A Weekend Adventure/ Punishments #BDSM

Sir calls me on his way home and says to pack an overnight bag and be ready to leave in 15 minutes. I start asking all kinds of questions like, where are we going and what should I bring. He tells me that the clock is ticking and if I didn’t want punished I better be ready by the time he gets home. I get off the phone and instead of doing as I’m told, I start finishing my house work. When he comes in the door I’m putting my makeup on and only have a few things left to pack. Sir waits the extra 11 minutes it takes me to finish up and explains to me that I will be punished for my disobedience.

Sir then helps me with my bag and we walk out to the car and I’m really excited. He puts my stuff in the car and comes over to my side, I’m assuming to open my door like a gentleman. Sir tells me to put my hands behind my back, I ask him why. He immediately puts me on the car and spanks me a couple times in front of the neighbors. I was humiliated and he said, do as your told and this will go more smoothly. If you want to be a brat and keep asking questions, the punishments are gonna keep getting more severe. I just looked at him for what seemed like an eternity, Sir has never taken control of me this way and I kinda like it. Read more »

Centerpiece (2) [bondage] [bdsm] [drugs] [drug use]

“Excited for the party now?” my Dom asks. “I am, I’m excited to show off my new Centerpiece!”

When the first couple arrives, they act surprised to see me. But instead of being drawn to my naked form by curiosity, they feign discomfort. This drives me wild, allowing me to pretend that my Dom really did just throw a party with me unexpectedly displayed in the middle of the living room. I also feel warmed by the care it shows that my Dom put so much effort into preparing such an elaborate scene for me, indulging my long-time fantasy.

As the rest of the guests arrive, the more they ignore me, the wetter I become. He called me his Centerpiece, and I find that I really am more of a decoration than entertainment. Dom is all too happy to show off his gorgeous prize, but it is being both the center of attention while simultaneously reduced to an ornament that thrills me. It is this duality that says, “Even the shiniest toy is only a toy.” Read more »

3 Years a Sex Slave [FFFFF] [MF] [bdsm]

Part 11

There is a familiar theme of bdsm running through the Club. Not so much the s&m, light paddling, swishing rather than outright whipping, but nothing too heavy. Welts that become bruises can be common, but they’ve never been debilitating, not as far as I know. After my introduction to bondage, mom would tie me up sometimes, but she never had the serious dungeon that some members have. I did think about using the basement, like some have done, but at the time, I thought Emma would want to know why she couldn’t use the basement for her gym any more.

The first time I met Sub K- was at a small gathering. She’s a lawyer, someone you might recognize from the papers. She is not a real high flying publicity hound, but has had a number of cases that have attracted attention. She owns her own firm and in court is a real attack dog. She has torn witnesses apart, broken opposing legal argument with a few incisive questions that opens the doors to her clients. She doesn’t win them all, obviously, one of her more famous recent cases the offender was jailed, but not for as long as he could have been. Read more »

“Eggplant!” [Public] [Light BDSM] [Audience] [Innocent] [Humiliation] [Exhibitionist]

I’m a spiteful girl.

I also tend to be foolish with the lengths I’ll go to in order to prove a point. So when a man accused me of being *too innocent* after he’d try to do some freaky act to me in the bedroom, I set out to right that wrong.

I mean, how *dare* he have the gall to tell *me* that I’m innocent? Especially after I’d sucked his dick and let him cum down the back of my throat! The ungrateful asshole! I went straight to a sex shop the moment I had some free time, filled with bitter determination.

Hanging on the walls of the shop, were things I’d never seen before in my life. Most of these toys were made of black latex or leather, and either had metal studs, long tassels, or just the overall appearance of a medieval torture device. As I looked around, I felt a bit clueless, and a bit like he might be *right,* but I angrily pushed that feeling away. I just needed to do a little research is all. I’d become the *master* of this, I told myself. I’d learn everything about the world of debauchery. I *had* to prove him wrong. Read more »

Perfect night described by the sub [bdsm][mf] I am not a writer but I just thought I would share!

Today you asked me to describe my idea of the perfect tonight. I know ultimately it doesn’t matter because at the end of the day you decide my life but I appreciate the gesture. If I had to start my perfect night it would start with a hot shower. I know how you like your slave clean. I would walk out of the bathroom to fine my blue shirk and black bra laid out the bed. As I’m getting dressed I receive a text with how you want my makeup heavy, my hair in pig tails and for me to walk into the living room when I’m done.

I finish getting ready and start heading your way. I’m nervous but also excited. I have chills because you kept the house cold so my nipples would stay hard. When I get into the living room, I see you laying in your spot and you tell me to come stand next to you and face the tv because we are going to watch a movie. Read more »

Discovering my wife is a submissive: Part 2, her collar [str8] [bdsm]

So, I reviewed in Part 1 how my wife and I discovered our dom/sub relationship after 12 years of marriage. Fast forward a few years to a weekend getaway we‘d planned for our 15-year anniversary. In those years in between, we’d explored her submission at great length and had come to a level of communication and intimacy in our relationship that can’t be described as anything other than incredible.

For our anniversary, we’d planned a weekend away alone (a much anticipated break from parenting and just being able to enjoy ourselves, alone, as a couple). We‘d made a reservation at a hotel in quaint little town on the water a couple of hours away. A town that is bustling with boater activity and tourists most months, but becomes a quiet little town with a lot of cute shops and nice restaurants in the winter. A perfect retreat for us. And since it was a significant anniversary, we’d splurged and gotten a large suite at a really nice hotel overlooking the water. I had every intention of making this an anniversary and a weekend we would never forget. Little did I know it would turn into a weekend we talk about still, as one of the most memorable and hot experiences either of us could dream of. Read more »

Third Party CNC Story Part Three

***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 get home and sit on the couch, pulling my phone out to look at the cameras. She hasn’t woken up yet, I will have to check back in. I observe the home, looking at the details and taking her in. I don’t have any intention of using her for anything more than a sex toy and to amuse and stimulate my brain. Her home is a decent size, with her husband and her sleeping on the second floor. She has a room that is for her own hobbies and getting ready. She has a lot of clothes, too many really considering she sticks to the same outfits and her birthday suit the majority of the time. Read more »

The New Guy [Oral][BDSM][Domination][Creampie][Anal] Part 4

Amanda kept to her word Monday and shocked everyone in the office. I got to work 15 minutes early, its a military thing, showing up later than that just doesn’t feel right. Everyone in the office, save a few, were in the breakroom chatting about their weekend and making their morning coffee and teas. Russ and I were talking about priorities for the week and planning out the day. Amanda comes into the break room, and she is not wearing her typical business attire of some kind of button up colored blouse and a matching knee high skirt. She was wearing a beautiful white summer dress, adorned with roses and stems in the fabric pattern, and a pair of off dark red high heels, causing her steps to click as she entered into the break room. She picked me out of the group and her face lit up with a smile that brightened the whole room. I saw her walk in and smiled at her before turning back to Russ and continuing our conversation. Amanda took my coffee mug from my hands and took a sip out of it, before placing it on the counter behind me. In typical Amanda style, she grabs fistfuls of my shirt and pulls me to her, and wraps her arms around my neck as our lips meet one another. I put my hand in the small of her back, and my other between her shoulder blades and kiss her back deeply, dipping her a little. Her eyes open as I dip her and she squeaks a little, but it must have worked because her leg lifted off the ground. I kissed her deeply for a solid 10 seconds, enough to savor the moment and give everyone a little show, but not long enough to get blood flowing in places that would be awkward in public places. I stood Amanda back up and broke our embrace. Amanda stumbled back and wiped her lip, clearly a little flustered, and I realized the whole room has gone silent and is staring at us. It wasn’t a look of disgust, I don’t think, possibly curiosity or amazement? After a few seconds of staring from everyone else, I started to get a little uncomfortable, so I grabbed my coffee and Amanda’s hand and we walked out of the break room. Once we were around the corner and out of ear shot, she and I shared a good laugh. Read more »