Tag: BDSM

The dresser on a getaway [Mf] [bdsm] [bondage]

**Hi! This is my second story I post here and I’m curious what you think.**
**My normal go to is you/me based, but I’d like to know if maybe him/me or even him/her would read better.**
**I’d love to hear some of your feedback as I love to grow as a writer.**
**Enjoy!**

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We are finally on our getaway, we needed that so much. To get away from the real world. Exploring nature, different places and each other.
It is the early morning and I’m still in bed, snoozing after a late night of a lot of fucking, talking and a little bit of drinking.
You wake up and see me lying there, naked. You smile by seeing the welts all over my back and decide not to wake me up early this morning. Instead you decide to go for a run, get some exercise which not requires your cock as it has been used for days now.
You dress yourself, you whisper in my ear that you will be right back and give me a gentle kiss on my head. Read more »

Fantasies of the Bear Next Door pt3 [FM] [Mild BDSM] [Dom Sub] [F][32] [M][32]

As you may recall, Bear is as his nickname implies – furry, thicc, and about a foot and a half taller than me. He’s strong, brave, and very able and willing to throw down when needed. He also has one of the kindest, gentlest, most empathetic souls I’ve ever known. So, naturally, he’d make a perfect dom. The other night, that’s exactly what I thought about…

I imagined the day started like any other day; Bear and I were chatting via snapchat, as usual. We said our good mornings, flirted a little. We, both being married, had recently talked about how fantastic it would be to get a “Hall Pass” from our respective partners. I already had one, so I tended to flirt a little less subtly than he did, but he never seemed to mind. Read more »

Wandering Slut Chronicles, Part 2 (M/F, BDSM, exh)

I knelt in front of him knowing my knees would be sore and dirty by the time I got up, but that wasn’t enough to stop me. Nor was the certain knowledge that anyone who might pass by would surely see me with a mouthful of dick.

I could get arrested. And if arrested, I could be deported and declared unwelcome, not able to come back.

None of this mattered as I let loose his cock and began to lick at the head. After those first few tentative licks, Iooked up at him in hopes that seeing me abase myself so was to his liking, for it was so important to me to turn him on. My pussy was so very wet already and I did so love having my face fucked.

Eyes still open and jaw clenched, he looked down on me and growled out, “Keep going, little girl.”

I extended my tongue and laved once more at the head of him. His prick was as perfect as it had appeared in the pictures he’d sent, only now the head was slick with my saliva as my tongue slowly moved down the length. Read more »

Wandering Slut Chronicles, Part 1 (M/F, BDSM, exh)

I met a man online with whom i exchanged a BDSM checklist. It had started out as just talk, but before the pandemic, I crossed international borders to meet up with him in Minneapolis.

For him, it obviously wasn’t talk. I had just arrived to my hotel room when I saw a DM from him.

“Bra and panties only. The black set. See you in ten.”
I was a little jetlagged, but excited so I quickly stripped off my traveling clothes and did as directed, putting on a specific pair of black panties I had bought just for this trip.

Ten minutes passed and then fifteen. At first was growing more excited at what he would do when he got there. I had told him things that still made me shiver at the thought that he knew just what a slut I was under the thin veneer of that straight-laced 23 year old brunette workaholic. I had only been with two men total and those only a handful of times. Never had I thought myself capable of meeting a stranger and letting him use my body like he had swore to do to me. Read more »

A good morning to you, Sir.. [FM] [bdsm]

**Well, hi! I’m completely new here and I’m trying to figuring out how this works.**
**I like to write little scenes and a friend of mine told me to put it out there and maybe to do something with it.**
**I’m a little insecure to post my writing, but here you go! I’d like to hear your feedback and opinions on it. And maybe even post more in the future or go another direction with it.**

**Please note that my native language isn’t English, so I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes, please point them out to me. I love to learn and get better at writing :)**

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Right now, this Sunday morning, I just woke up and I’m still in bed, my mind is wandering a little.I feel that my body and mind are longing for you, so much.

Just the littlest thought about you and me, it starts a pulse between my legs and makes my mind wander off even more. What would happen if I’d wake up in your bed, instead of mine? Read more »

[M]y business trip with a [F]lirty subordinate – PART 2

Day 1: [The Airport](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k9cmpx/my_business_trip_with_a_flirty_subordinate/)

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Day 2: Leisure Time

We arrived at Quebec City, our final destination, and we would still have half a Sunday of free time before we’d kick-off our midweek. It was warm and sunny, not too hot, just right to walk outside in jeans and a t-shirt. At Least that is what Joice was wearing once she had quickly changed at the hotel after seven hours of flying, four hours of airports and thirty minute cab drive to the hotel. She appeared in the lobby with the same black slim fit jeans she wore before, but her shirt and sweater was exchanged for a white tight-fit tank top with deep cleavage. This is not the girl I knew from the office, instead I was presented a black and white stylised young woman with a peculiar fashion taste. What was peculiar was not so much the black and white stylisation, but more so the fact she chose to wear a black bra. A black bra underneath a white top.

A weird combination I thought at first, or atleast to maybe a non-fashion person as myself, but as I was regularly allowed my eyes explore the merit of said choice I began to notice certain details that hinted me this might be a very deliberate and kinky choice. Read more »

Slaves of Bucarra pt.4 (M/F) (Blowjob) (BDSM)

*Note: In this story I played a lot with fetishes and stereotypes and how I could fit them in a story, taking inspiration from art and literature I’ve read. In the story all women are very submissive, except for the main character [Selena Dantes](https://imgur.com/a/MlREMl5). I finally finished the story and I hope you enjoy the last part.*

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Selena walked back to the mansion she was deep in thought of what she would do next. She took another gander at the map, wondering where the Baron would secure his slaves and found a location that was labelled as ‘the warehouse’. While walking she kept her eyes on David’s tablet, revealing more secrets the Baron kept to himself, though did share with his loyal manager, though his loyalty was now surely questionable. With the tablet itself she managed to unlock the warehouse and she was correct. The slaves were indeed held her, still naked like a garrison of soldiers all lined up. Many were shaking from the cold and she wondered why they just didn’t share their body heat and tried to make themselves more comfortable. The answer was given to Selena when she saw the cameras hanging from the ceiling, realising they were all being monitored and no doubt they were ordered to stand like dolls. No doubt the security in this ranch had caught her on camera as well and had notified the Baron of her presence. She looked back at the slaves, “Listen carefully! You need to do as I say or there will be grave consequences.” She said, sounding rather intimidating, but then again what had these slaves to lose? Read more »

Slaves of Bucarra pt.3 (M/F) (Orgy) (BDSM)

*Note: In this story I played a lot with fetishes and stereotypes and how I could fit them in a story, taking inspiration from art and literature I’ve read. In the story all women are very submissive, except for the main character [Selena Dantes](https://imgur.com/a/MlREMl5). I finally finished the story. Initially I wanted to split it in three parts, though it’s longer than I had planned, so there will still be one part after this one.

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The following morning Selena was awakened by a loud alarm going off. She could hear all the shouting inside the courtyard. Her eyes were half-closed while she raised her head towards the window. She could only hear more shouting, though didn’t care what was going on and lay her head back on her cushion. Inside the courtyard Baron Sandie arrived at the stables dressed in his bathrobe, “What the hell is going on down here?!” He shouted in a sharp tone.

“It’s the slaves, my lord. They’ve disappeared.” One of the guards responded.

“How is that possible, you idiot! They were shackled. Did someone drop the keys on their watch?” Read more »

First Touch – Jenna & Daddy’s Journey – Part 1 Jenna’s Memories [Str8] [Bi] [BDSM]

This story will be told from both of our perspectives. We wrote each tantalizing story of our first “in person” session separately, we then shared them with one another to see how each of us remembered our sexy romp. We hope you like it as much as we do. ?

# JENNA’S MEMORIES

Driving in my car for about two hours, I was left alone to imagine what the touch of his hand would feel like, the warmth of his breath on my neck, and how his moan would sound in my ear. I was nervous, but too aroused for it to matter. I was going to be such a slut, we were meeting in a hotel, and I knew that only sluts did things like that. Only sluts met men that they knew little about and while I knew some details, I only knew him by the name “Daddy”. Little did I know that future me would blossom into Daddy’s favorite slut in no time. Read more »

Holly’s Tales…Part 4

The black leather is warm when I slide onto it. The seats are heated. I close my eyes for a moment. I can feel the warm air blowing through the vents above me and below me. My skin is cold, my clothes wet. My hair is a mess; matted and pressed against my face, down in my eyes. Water is dripping down my face. I shiver a couple of times.

“Holly?”

I’ve waited too long. My eyes snap open and I realize I haven’t buckled in my seat belt. I reach for it and turn my head to look at her. She’s actually smiling.

“Stop. Do not put that on.” She commands me. I take my left hand down and grab my right hand, the thumb of my right massaging my other palm. She looks down and sees, and then looks back at me. She says nothing and holds her gaze me for a moment. Her smile disappears.

*Hands…idiot…*

I pull my hands apart and rest them on my thighs. Her smile returns.

I shiver again. She looks to my left and nods and I see her gym bag on the seat next to me. Read more »