He yawned as he sat down in the desk chair. His home office was shaping up nicely after the move, which made up for the solitude of having to work from home. D put down his tea and unlocked his computer to read up on the messages he’d missed since going to bed last night. He raised his arms up above his head, stretched them as he tilted his head from side to side and then dropped them down to click the notification on his Discord client. He snickered as he read through the latest gossip about the game he liked to play and sipped his tea. There was a message from her, too. She’d clearly been thinking about him again, which was nice to know. He typed her a quick “good morning!” and opened his calendar to find out that he had a relatively quiet day ahead of him. He took a big gulp of hot tea and got to work on a report that was due by the end of the week.
Tag: BDSM
Dairy farming the fuck slut (adult consensual bdsm kink, free use TPE, mental Dom, emotional dom, degradation, lactation, mind break, breeding, urolagnia and piss play, blissing out) [M/F] [Pickmez nsfw smut series]
There’s so much training I could do with you.
Getting your mind right would be easy
I’ll fucking unravel it and bite your insecurities
Turn self loathing and self care
into a powerful bursting mix and concoction
to set off inside you
till you’re a pure fuckpig mentality
but with deep care to keep you from going too low,
24/7
We’d have to optimise the ratio of cum, piss, milk and
honey feedings
to maintain your breasts
but lean out the rest of your body.
Some basic fitness exercises
but all to reinforce reproductive fertility.
Obviously getting you bred after your body is leaned out is a top priority
then we’d start with a few manual suckle sessions
before getting stronger breasts pumps
that more resemble the pumps for commercial dairy farming are used.
Maybe some kind of splitter that makes you ingest some of your milk
along with some left to collect for me at tea time.
Hook for your arse and paracord round your body to
Beth spent the night [FF] [BDSM] [Wax play]
It’s around noon on a Saturday and I’m curled up lazily on my sofa, reading a book on my kindle. I’d been distracted for the last hour or so and couldn’t really keep my mind on the story, and I kept taking little breaks to make some tea or scroll through reddit before slumping back onto the couch to make it a few more pages into my book. Beth and I had been seeing each other for around three weeks, and she’d come over for drinks the night before and ended up staying over. I turned another page in my book and tried not to think about her, and failed miserably. I put down my kindle and stretched my legs out on the sofa, letting my fingers move down to my hips and under the waistband of my leggings. I thought about Beth wearing just a loose top and panties, her wrists bound with black rope to my headboard. I closed my eyes and let my fingers move lower, just grazing my clit and spreading my lips apart to feel how wet I was. I thought about how I’d used a leather belt to bind Beth’s ankles together before securing the blindfold over her eyes, about the way her tongue ran over her lips with anticipation when she felt me check the ties around her wrists one last time. I let my fingers drift slowly around my clit, slipping a finger inside my pussy and feeling my own breathing getting heavier, and thought about how earlier that morning I had left Beth to strain against the rope around her wrists and that belt around her ankles as I went to go lay down on the couch to read for awhile. I was hoping to let her struggle for at least a few hours but it was barely ninety minutes before I was slipping out of my leggings and walking back to the bedroom. I saw Beth start to squirm a little as soon as she heard me come back into the room. My fingers were still wet from teasing myself on the couch, and the second I bent down and brought them to her lips she started to lick them clean.
The Rabbit Hole Part 7 [FF] [Mind Control] [Blank] [Doll] [Free Use] [BDSM]
**Chapter 7: Dolly**
**Nadia**
Nadia stood in front of the door, waiting for Bucky the Butler to let her in. She bounced on the balls of her feet, trying to shake out all the nervous energy.
She couldn’t believe it when Penny finally called and asked to see her immediately. She didn’t waste any time calling out of work and claiming to be sick. She was ready to do it for as many days as was necessary if things went the right way.
“What way?” mumbled Nadia to herself. “There was no way for things to go.”
For the past two hours, Nadia had flipped back and forth from wild and inappropriate hope to crushing despair and cynicism. She told herself this was probably a business call, a checkup, nothing more. She told herself that Penny missed her and wanted to see her desperately. She told herself this would be another awkward failed hypnosis session. She wore some skimpy lingerie underneath her royal blue jumper just in case.
My Sister Lizzy Part 9 ]MF] [MM] [FF] [BDSM]
We hadn’t yet told her that Lizzy and I were brother and sister.
We figured that this would work itself out in due time, preferably after she had a chance to enjoy our special brand of hospitality.
At the end of the hour I asked if everyone would like to go over to the barn.
As we entered the barn Karen hesitated at the door and expressed her reluctance.
It was Lizzy who soothed her nerves by whispering something in her ear that brought a smile to her face.
When asked later what she said to Karen she refused to tell us.
Her only answer was “None of your business.”
Karen walked through the barn looking at everything trying to assure herself that she was safe and not walking into a den of psycho- killers.
Once she was satisfied she walked over to Lizzy and began to strip the clothes from Lizzy’s body.
She wasn’t gentle with this task, for the most part she tore the clothes from her body.
Advent Kinkendar: December 1st
Some of you might have seen my very popular little Advent series go by last year, and I know many of you thoroughly enjoyed it. I’m running through it again this year on my Patreon and I’d love for you all to join me over there. Enjoy part one to whet your appetites.
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“What have I let myself in for?”
That was the main thought running through my head as I stood on the doorstep. Sure I was excited, exhilarated even, but that didn’t stop me also being incredibly nervous.
I guess I should give you the background first.
I’m Hannah, I’m 25 years old, I’m straight, and I’m a submissive. Specifically a service slut; I exist to obey others. I have some experience; mostly online, but the real life encounters I have had were incredible. So when I saw a BDSM advert online for an “Advent Kinkendar Experience”, I was intrigued. It was posted by a Domme of a similar age to myself offering just two submissives the opportunity for a 25 day BDSM package. Each day she promised a new experience for us to explore, with no expectation or requirement of commitment past the Christmas period.
How our sex life got wild and kinky. [MF]
Husband here with a 2020 success story about how we reignited our sex life and a progress report on how it’s going. Apology for the long back story, you can skip ahead to the ** Good Part ** marker if you want. TLDR at end.
Just a lil knife play
TW: IF YOU DON’T LIKE THINGS LIKE THIS KNIFE PLAY, BDSM, ETC. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS.
“Are we almost there yet? My legs are starting to cramp up. I can’t sit in here anymore.” Cal just looks over at me completely unamused. He looks me up and down and turns back to driving. “Oh, so I’m not even getting an answer now?” I watch as his jaw clenches and he shifts in his seat. I know I’m annoying him but the brat in me just can’t stop. I love it when I get him angry.
Maybe less than five minutes later I ask him again. “cal?”
“Yeah?”
I wait a few seconds before I speak and I’m trying so hard to keep in the smile that wants to come out on my face. “Are we almost there?” His hand smacks the steering wheel lightly and he just sighs deeply. “Ask me that shit one more time. I swear to God Tatyana.” I bite my lip and I turn my head away from. The way I want to bust out laughing because I’m doing this on purpose.
I was in bed for a week!! [NSFW] [BDSM] [MDOM] [FSUB] [Domination] [kink] [control]
I’ve been talking to this guy on and off for Well over two years. We’ll call him Russ. We started off going on dates. It was always super playful, light hearted and fun. We kind of figured out later down the line that something serious between us wasn’t something that was going to happen. But that didn’t stop us from forming a friendship. We’d link up blaze every bar in Downtown Austin and then have an amazing night cap.
If it was one thing about Russ, it was that his Dick game was amazing. But his attitude was trash! Apart of the reason we never worked out was because Russ was EXTREMELY masculine. Like phrat boy, misogynistic, toxic masculinity masculine. He was obnoxiously loud at every game at the bar and very much so egoistical. He had a fun side, but an equal or greater toxic side. I couldn’t stand him at the bar, but couldn’t get enough of him backing me against a door. Uuggghhhh. I know, I know anyway.
Weekend Warriors – His Turn (Pt. II) [M/F BDSM, Oral, Anal, Spanking]
[Part I here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k2hyyi/weekend_warriors_his_turn_pt_1_mf_bdsm_oral_anal/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
I want so badly to please you, and so I focus and relax as you enter me from behind. It always hurts, just a little – but soon enough the edge will dull as I become accustomed to your girth. Stretch me open and make me yours. It’s worth the wait, and after that first slow stroke you’re buried in my ass as deep as you’ll go. I clench and unclench my fists and let loose the breath I’ve been holding in. “You ok?” you ask, running your free hand down my back and letting it rest on my hip. You make those tiny circles with your thumb that you always do when you’re feeling affectionate. Pet me before you ravage me, I silently hope.
I nod. You slowly withdraw before pushing into me again, still caressing me and murmuring words of encouragement. I groan. You’re so thick and hard I’m acutely aware of you inside me even though you’re barely moving. It’s a completely different kind of fullness, tinged on the edges with the pain that’s quickly fading. In its place, steadily building as you inch back and forth, is a not-unpleasant warmth which I know will soon cascade into desire. You thrust again and this time the sound which escapes me is clearly a moan. You chuckle. “More?”