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The New Employee – Part 3 [MF – light BDSM]

The Morning of Week Two: Part 1

The alarm rings, it is 5:30am.
I’m groggy.
I need coffee.

I slowly open my eyes and glance at my phone clumsily sliding the alarm off with my finger. “Why did I set my alarm this early again?” I ask myself.

Not waiting for an answer my legs slide off the bed as my body follows. I automatically walk towards the shower still with the lights off. My hand reaches inside the shower and turns the water on. “Damn that’s cold ” I say outloud to the empty dark room as the water hits my hand. I immediately get annoyed that the shock of the water removes the fog from my brain.

“Week two” I say to myself. “Why again did I agree to this job?” Without waiting for the answer I step into the shower checking the temperature first. Read more »

The New Employee – Part 2 [MF, light BDSM]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i8sqb8/the_new_employee_part_1_mf_light_bdsm/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

The First Week

The next morning I am running late to the office and skip the morning coffee run. I arrive and speak briefly to Janice congratulating her on retirement which she responds with a laugh and a sigh of relief.

I then open my door and walk over to my desk which has a hot cup of coffee already sitting on it attached to a note.

“Mr. Johnson, I hear that I will be moving over to assist you with your needs and have been told to start my transition. I hope to live up to your high demands and will do whatever it takes. I hope this coffee eases your morning ‘attitude’ -Sara” I crumple the note and toss it into the trash. Getting straight to work.

About 30 min later I hear a small knock at the door. “Enter,” I responded not looking up from the report I was reading.

“I have met with Janice Mr. Johnson and taken over scheduling your day.” Saras cheery voice sings through the air “You have a couple phone calls this morning, followed by a working lunch with Robert to review the financials and your daily team meeting at 2pm.” Read more »

[MFM]/[MF] A girlfriend wanted a virgin, so I gave her to one.

***Disclaimer:*** *While this story – in its entirety – is true telling of this weekend’s events between myself, Jason, Rory, and Cali, I have taken a certain level of “creative license” in both the details of said events and the manner in which I tell those events. My goal in this is to protect identities of people and locations. My goal is __not__ to embellish or otherwise make this story unworthy of /r/gonewildstories.* Thanks for reading.

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###It all began when Rory beat me in a game of Magic: The Gathering.

Bet you never thought a story here would begin with something so nerdy, but it’s the truth. I often challenge and encourage friends, colleagues, strangers into random acts of learning, random acts of kindness, and random acts of slutiness by promising them something that has come to be known as a *Golden Coin*. It’s something my late wife invented and when she gave them out, they’re worth was/is limitless, able to change the world – for me they’re mainly tokens for favors (something I began collecting when I no longer *had* to work to collect money^(1)). With girlfriends they’re “coupons” for *any* fantasy scenario they wish^(2). Read more »

Femdom Hunts CEO [BDSM] [Knife Play] [Humiliation] [Male Sub] [Squirt]

I’ve been watching him.

I see the way he’s a big tough CEO on a power trip. But behind that powerful position and the persona he shows to everyone, even to himself… He is submissive. He is tired of the power, he is desperate for someone to give him the release behind closed doors.

He’s sitting over there, drinking his morning hot vanilla coffee and looking around the room. Bingo. We just locked eyes. I smile, he does a double take, and I see his ego light up on fire. Too. Easy.

I have long, sleek black hair, captivating hazel eyes, long pointy black nails, and a smile that gets me anything I want. Right now, that thing I want… Is him.

I walk up to his table and I can tell he’s getting nervous even though he’s doing everything he can to appear confident. It’s pathetic, I wait for him to speak.

“Hello gorgeous, I saw you looking at me from over here. How are you?” he is looking up at me, with that goofy grin. Read more »

The Weekend Retreat Ch.03 {BDSM/ fsub/mdom}

Previous Chapter Link[Chapter 2 Link](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i5z4sn/the_weekend_retreat_ch02_bdsmfsubmdom/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Chapter 3: Friday Evening

“Here is your seat.

“Thank you Pixie.” Mia beamed as she took her designated seat. Although it wasn’t a formal dinner, a seating arrangement had been provided for evening meals to encourage mingling. The tables were long wooden beams, almost like something out of a English boarding school. Although the room looked quite formal, the fairy lights and random toys, including some cute pink handcuffs, on the tables reduced the formality of the surroundings.

Today she was opposite a brown haired man in a grey shirt, his sleeves were rolled up. Mia guessed he was in his mid thirties probably and was quite athletic with his polo clinging tightly onto his chest.

“Hi, my name’s Elliot. I’m one of the TWR coordinators and a dominant.”

“Mia. I’d say I’m submissive.”

“And this is my submissive Erica, she’s also a TWR coordinator.” Eric’s hand gestured beside him.

Mia peered down to the floor. Sitting on the floor, at Eric’s feet, was a tall, mixed race woman with a mass of curly brown hair. She was wearing a dark grey dress, with a matching ribbon in her hair, which pooled around the floor. Mia was perplexed. This is not what she expected submission to look like. Read more »

The Hall of Mirrors (Blowjob Carnival) (Part 5) [MF]

(If you’re familiar with my story intros, skip to the ———–). This story has two parts. I recommend you read until the ********* then come back later for the second part below for a different perspective on the same story.

Warning: super long.

[Last time](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i6f8po/ring_toss_the_blowjob_carnival_part_4_mf/), I (20, M) introduced you, dear reader, to Mary (18, F), my girlfriend who threw me a Carnival-themed party and surreptitiously turned it into an extended birthday present of creative blowjobs. Each carnival table activity had its own card. Hidden inside was a sexy message with a tease about the kind of oral pleasure I’d be in for. First, she gave me a Retro Candy blowjob and indulged in an explosion of Pop Rocks and cum at the same time. She then gave me a luxurious blowjob with temperature play which finished with me watching her sip my cum from a cup of hot tea. That was followed by a bubblicious blowjob in the pool with a rough ending and a BDSM session that was my first venture into anal play and finished with me shaking the last of my cum off into her mouth. That left us with 6 to go: Read more »

Being destroyed by BBC and my husband [MFM]

So Covid has been cramping my style, just like pretty much everyone else. As a slut like me it has been really hard not being able to go to swinger parties or meeting new guys to fuck has been really hard. Luckily this past week I got to have some naughty, slutty fun!

So I have been seeing one of my partners Anthony since Memorial Day weekend which has been great. I originally met him at my first gangbang in 2018 and we have been playing ever since. We have built trust and that has allowed us to fuck bare which is amazing. He came over last Sunday for another fun play session. He came over to my house and we worked our way upstairs. We started making out, and he is such a good kisser. I reached down and touched his cock through his boxers and he was already rock hard. I moved down to my knees and freed his cock. I started sucking his cock, taking it all the way to the back of my throat. Slobbering all over his cock is so much fun! He grabbed the back of my head and started thrusting into my mouth, face fucking me. I’m gagging on his cock and he keeps pushing it to the back of my throat. Read more »

MY PROMISE

As my biggest supporter it’s hard to put into words how you’ve affected my life. I’ve been patient waiting for you to come around. Earning your trust. Proving through my actions and writings I’m as genuine, and honest as I can be. I know I’ve had my “moments” that’s been opportunistic growth pains. It’s a blessing and a curse we live in different Countries during Covid. It’s given me the opportunity to listen to you, learn about your experiences, and reflect on your past to improve your future. We’ve both been through some atrocious experiences that have jaded us. We both have baggage from history.

I honestly can’t imagine what it’s like to be in your shoes. I try. I really do. You’re swamped in work. You’re rasing a teen alone. You live across from Marie Barone (watch that comedy). A lot of the people around you take advantage of your submissiveness. You’re allergic to everything but grass. You’re memory is lacking when your heart is overflowing. You’re a cog in the wheel just trying to survive. Let alone you’re a slut. I think I know the abuse you take from men for being one, but I know I really don’t know. Personally, my blood boils when men disrespect you. I want to put you under my authority and protect you from that garbage. I know it’s hard living the kink you want when it’s frowned upon. I know it’s hard to live the kink when we live in a superficial world. It’s a double edged sword: I’d prefer you don’t know the names of the men using you but I also know with that neither do they. I know it can be exhausting, I do…I really do. Read more »

Off-Switch – [FM] – BDSM, Orgasm Control

A lot of people know that I have an “off-switch.” When I get smoke weed I go mute and can’t speak. I can type or text, but I can’t say a word. I wouldn’t be that much fun at a party if I can’t talk to anyone.

But I do have fun with my “off-switch.” A few weeks into meeting me Sir learned how powerful my “off-switch” is. When I’m high I can’t make *any* sounds. I’m usually a mewling, needy little slut that gradually goes from panting, aching moans with every thrust to a loud, ecstatic orgasm. But when I get high that all goes away. There are no more yelps, giggles, moans, or words anymore.

It’s all breath and gasps as they tease my aching clit. There’s no muttering fuck under my breath. It’s all pleading looks as they slide their cock into my dripping pussy. There’s no whispering of thanks. It’s all eyes rolling back as the thrusts go deeper and deeper. There’s no sound. Read more »