Doomed by the Bell – Finale [(f)fm][bdsm][throatfucking][orgasm control]

This is part 2. It won’t make all that much sense without having read [part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ibm4bn/doomed_by_the_bell_ffmbdsmthroatfuckingorgasm/) first. So I’m gonna go ahead and recommend that.

There’s a lot of different reasons for a human body to shake. One’s thighs might shake from the strain of trying to keep one’s lap off the uncaringly droning vibrator one is kneeling over. Limbs may quiver from the exertion of trying so very hard not to cum, while every single nerve ending begs for it in a flurry of fireworks. One might shake from the cool gust of wind that drags across one’s naked wet skin, beaded with sweat and soiled from baser pleasures. One might shake from the intake of adrenaline that comes with hours of a hard angry cock taking liberty with one’s mouth and throat, allowing one to breathe merely by accident rather than design. Finally, it’s entirely possible to be enough of a cum slut to shake from the sheer pleasure of feeling a cock leak a steady dribble of precum for minutes, inches away from bursting into a million pieces.

The experience of being [m]ummified by my [f]ormer partner and domme

Recently I’ve been reflecting on a few of the kinkier and more depraved experiences I’ve been lucky to have in my 24 years kicking about. As a lover of bdsm and bondage – and in particular, quite intense bondage – being mummified and teased by someone else is one of those experiences I’d jump at to experience again.

It’d been something I’d fantasised about for a long time before I tried it, and the reality well and truly lives up to the fantasy. You start with such nervous excitement, stripped down to nothing and being wrapped slowly and attentively by your domme. It’s intimate, and even quite fun watching them circle around you with a predatory but cheeky glint in their eyes, fussing and smoothing out the imperfections in the wrapping as they go along.

But eventually, you start to lose control – first it’s your legs, and then your arms as they’re bound crossed across your chest. The layers that were at first paper-thin are now firm to your testing movements. Indeed, those testing movements make you realise that you can’t even balance properly with your arms pinned as they are, albeit gently. This is your first indication that you’re well and truly coming under your dome’s control.

Good Girl (BDSM)

**Good Girl**

After a long day at work you come home, open the door to find a note and a collar on the coffee table.

“Disrobe and place around your neck.”

I come from around the corner holding my favorite single malt whiskey in one hand and my suit jacket in the other. I take a few sips while I watch you undress eagerly in the living room. Once naked, you lower your head knowing you’ve done something wrong. I wave my finger, gesturing for you to come here. You shuffle over and stand to present yourself. Head low while I pace around you, running my fingers under your breasts and down the front of your stomach. I stop behind you, kiss the back of your neck while my hand runs down your spine. Watching your goosebumps slowly swell as my hand slides around your ass to your moist pussy.

Frozen – (MFF) [long][bdsm][humour][threesome][spa][icicle]

January Winter 2021 -Air Canada flight 402 touches down in Montreal at 9:15am. An Uber was due to collect you and meet me at a bar in Mont-Tremblant. You still had no idea what was being planned but your excitement and nervousness were palatable. It was to be our first true meeting.

It wasn’t long before the driver announced your destination and you were standing on the sidewalk in the crisp icy air still wondering if this was a good idea. Swallowing hard with a dry mouth you grabbed the handle of your small case and headed for the warm interior.

The bar was quiet being so early in the morning and you counted three patrons beside a couple of young bartenders. You scanned the room carefully. Unfortunately none of the three patrons was was me, your heart jumped at the sudden thought of being ghosted again, but rationality soon returned and you headed to the bar.

“Can I get you something to drink?” asked one of the young bartenders.

“A Hot Chocolate please” you ask, unsure whether they even sold that at this bar.

Pigtails and Parties [M/F][Throat Fucked]

No one would expect First Lady Charlotte Donahue to be the master mind behind this amazing kink and fetish ball. Her high society persona made her seem quiet, elegant, and sophisticated. However, not many people knew that Charlotte wasn’t born into high society or to the title First Lady of the Donahue Family. She hadn’t always been apart of the old money family.

But this ball was too extravagant to not be fund by some old money. The whole event was being held in a grand ballroom, which was filled with all kinds of sexy equipment. Charlotte had overseen all of the planning for this party and had made sure that her favorite kinks and fetishes were included. There was a wall of animal ears for party guests to choose from, each pair of ears was also paired with a matching tail butt plug. Charlotte loved seeing her guests trying the cute accessories that turned them into fluffy slutty pets. A couple of her guest were already walking around on their hands and knees by their dominant partner and a leash around their neck.

TANGLED- First time post ( MF )- [long][bdsm][voyeur][orgy][mdom][aftercare]

First time poster- Long time lurker
This story was inspired by a very special person.
She has always encouraged me to share.
New to this so hopefully my tags are right.
Enjoy!

……………….

“Oh my God!” you gasp breathlessly, spotting the particularly beautiful envelope and package at your front door, your clearly inscribed on its front.

Quickly you bend down and scoop up your prize, holding it firmly to your chest.

Nothing interesting like this had ever come to your doorstep, especially given it was addressed to you.

Your eyes scan for any clue of the person who may have dropped it here. Seeing nothing, you quickly shut the front door, eyes looking down at the mystery package, as your body slumps against the heavy door.

Your hands tremble as you roll the exquisite mulberry envelope in your hands. Thin veins of teal and gold run through the paper, reflecting the sunlight, bouncing off the sandstone coloured surface. Your heart skips a little as you breathe in deeply, your nose picking up the faintest hint of tangerine, ylang-ylang and sandalwood. These organic smells immediately conjuring up erotic images of long nights and days of passion, lust and sexual exploration. Only one person you knew of would go to such fine lengths in detail, the exquisiteness even out of the reaches of your finer wedding invitations. Your heart races as you gently finger the turquoise wax seal at the opening of the ornate envelope.

The Bathroom Beggar (bdsm consensual kink, deep mental dom, pain kink, breeding, reader gift, emotional dom, deep degradation) [MF]

You don’t make me lust for you but I know I could

bite your insecurities

pull your hair

make the pretty flow

and give you the mix of sodomising pain catharsis

mixed with sheer unbridled pleasure you ache for.

In the context of a consensual bdsm kink coupling ofc

Turn your hollow vanilla life into something red, purple and beautiful.

Show you the dark inside you bring you close to the edge and have you peer into the dark

but not so completely over that you cant feel good about it afterwards.

I see through to your low self worth. Your desire for self destruction to feel something feel Alive.

I could make you a fucking eternal whore slut for every whim I had.

And you’d go along with it because of how I make you feel.

But I have some values which are above your desire for Blissed out pain even if I fuck the numb out of you.

Leave you more even after I bring you less. So aftercare of sorts would be important

Last Call. [Fm] [Mild Humiliation] [BDSM] [Female Masturbation] [Fantasy Fiction] [Thriller]

“Is the bar still open? May I come in?” I hear coming from the door, as I’m doing end of shift side work.

“Yes, you can. Last call is in 5 minutes” I turn around and say to the man. He had this mysterious presence about him, he wore all black, had glowy skin, dark brown hair and had deep brown eyes.

“I’ll take a Merlot” He says in a stern, whispery, raspy voice.

“You’ve got it” The bar has been empty for about 30 minutes, it’s just him and I now. This isn’t abnormal for a Sunday night. It’s usually slow, and sometimes I get the chance to close early.

I walk over to him and put his glass of wine down in front of him, “That’ll be $8” I get a better look at his eyes and they are completely black. I blink my eyes fast, and the whites in his eyes show again. It must just be the light, or maybe I’m just exhausted.

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a $20 and says “Keep the change.”

I give a soft smile and a nod.

My (29F) partner’s (29M) desire to blindfold me, restrain me, and edge me to my ruin [FM]

Me (“Kate”) and my partner (“Bradley”) have been together for 10 years. Although we always enjoyed rough sex with him being the dominant, its really only been in the last two years or so that we have started really getting more involved into BDSM play.

At the end of one particularly steamy session, with lots of time spent edging me, I was finally allowed to cum. In the moment, and with a new and intense position of my powerful vibrator, for the first time in my life I was so overwhelmed I nearly cried. Although this isn’t something that he has actually verbalised to me, it is clear that this has awoken something in Bradley, and it has now been his aim to try and break that barrier. I can tell because he has tried to replicate this moment multiple times since in our BDSM sessions. The below story comes from Bradley’s latest attempt.

Doomed by the Bell [(f)fm][bdsm][throatfucking][orgasm control]

Saliva was dripping from Eva’s swollen lips in slow little spurts, splashing against her bare breasts as they bounced to the beat of the moment. Her chest was glistening, some of it shaking free off her nipples and rolling down her naked thighs where she was sitting on her feet. She didn’t have her mouth to herself for a good 90 minutes. Two hours, that was her goal, her light at the end of the tunnel, what she prayed for and who she prayed to. Wide eyes fluttering under a mask of long ruined makeup freed another tear that dutifully sped across the black streaks on her cheeks to join the rest of the mess.

Through the hazy tear-filled vision of barely breathing and perpetually gagging, she didn’t look at the cock that kept pushing down to wrap her throat around it over and over and over again. She looked at the guy the cock belonged to. Tried to, anyway. There wasn’t much room in the way of posing but she made use of it. Arms tied over her head at the wrists as high as they would stretch, back straight, glistening tits forward. Her butt wiggled against the vibrating wand she was perched over, little shakes of pleasure converted to sultry hip-rolls.