I wish I was in the closet, tied and locked up. A gag around my mouth, my arms tied firmly behind my back, completely restricted from movement. I’d like my legs tied up, but not as much. I’d like to be able to move, but in an awkward sort of crawl. Maybe my ankles could be tied up, maybe a rope around my thighs as well so that I can only awkwardly shimmy on my side, as exhausting as that may be. That all isn’t as important as the collar that I wish was around my neck, locking me to one of the walls of the closet. Enough slack for me to move, but only enough to reach parts of the closet (I imagine a walk in) I could be left mostly in the dark, just enough light to barely be conscious of my surroundings, but not enough to have any frame of reference for what time it was or how long I’ve been there.
Tag: BDSM
Good Boy Sessions [F/M] [20-30’s] [Gentle Domme, Male Sub, BDSM, Soft Bondage, Edging, Femdom]
Sometimes I will tease him slowly throughout the day. If we’re in public I’d give little pets or caresses, whispering in his ear what’s coming if he can be a good boy. If we’re in private, one way I’ll start is by telling him to undress and expose himself to me. He’ll take off everything for me to see and put his hands behind his back as usual. I feel he’s been doing very well lately. Listening to my commands, learning my pleasures and putting them first. So I want to reward him, make sure he knows how much I value him and his gift of submission to me.
I tell you to turn around, bend over and spread your cheeks for me. I can already see your nervousness and excitement, which makes me all the happier, and even more excited. I grab the lubrication, and slowly insert one finger into your cute little asshole. I hear your moans of desperation and excitement, I see you getting harder by the second as I insert another finger, slowly moving back and forth, teasing and preparing you for what comes next.
Deportment [BDSM][female solo]
The furnishings in my room are typical of the mansion: old, dark, heavy wood smelling of polish and mothballs. The walls are a drab mushroom shade with a murky oil painting of a long forgotten duchess gazing disapprovingly down at the ornate four poster bed. The room is well appointed but oppressive and shadowy even in daylight.
It is night now. I have the heavy green velvet drapes pulled wide and cold moonlight illuminates the room almost as well as the weak winter sun of the day. My rooms are high up and I have no fear of being spied on.
Neither sun nor moonlight warms the room much. The mansion is always cold. I have extra blankets folded neatly over my bed.
I stand in front of the full length mirror on the wardrobe door. I am tall, full busted and pale. I have dark hair which I maintain in a short neat bob parted at the centre. My cheekbones are sharp and my eyes a dark hazel though concealed behind wire framed spectacles.
The Workday: Part I [Mdom 40s] [fsub 40s] [BDSM] [orgasm denial]
The Workday: Part I
6:55AM: The slowly intensifying hum of the vibrator wrapping from my g-spot to my clit wakes me. I crawl out of bed, careful not to moan as I move with the vibrator remaining right where Sir placed it the night before. I walk gingerly to the bathroom, remove the vibe long enough to relieve and clean myself, before replacing it. I brush my teeth and quietly return to our room, ready to wake Sir for the day.
7AM: I approach from the bottom of the bed. He’s on his side, long brown hair falling in curls across his pillow. I resist the urge to kiss his slightly pouted lips and slip under the covers next to him, my lips at the level of his semi-hard cock. I smile to myself as I take it into my mouth and suck while slowly pulling back. I feel him shift and hear a quiet sigh escape his lips before his sleepy hand reaches down to find my head and stroke my hair.
Out For Dinner Part 3 [25F+/27M+] [d/s, cons, humil, exhib, voy, bdsm, group, free use]
I watch as people come closer, I feel myself get wet with excitement. I did not expect to enjoy being fucked by strangers, or exposed to a crowd like this. I guess me being tied down put others in action as I hear a woman moaning on the other side of the room behind my slowly growing crowd.
“Who would like to go first?” Sir asks the crowd. “She is a very skilled slut.” He announces, and I kind of feel proud for a moment. A man walks up to me from the crowd, he had a dad body, but has stunning blue eyes. I watch him come over to me, unzip his pants, and step up onto the booth. Before I’ve even processed what he looks like, his cock is in my mouth.
Oh, this? This is nice.
While he’s fucking my face, someone steps next to him and inserts their cock into my hand. I stroke the cock gently before suddenly, something is being shoved inside my pussy. I gasp around the dick in my mouth. Whatever it was was cold. I feel the hard texture press up against the inside of my pussy. It’s a glass dildo! Whoever is holding dildo pulls it out and gently glides it back in.
Birthday Spankings (M40/F32 BDSM, anal, true story, wax play and more)
It was the night of my 40th birthday, while my wife showered, I prepared things in the bedroom. Chains hung from anchor points in the ceiling and on the headboard. On the bed leather cuffs, anklets, thigh straps, and collar were laid out next to other lengths of chain and rope. On the dresser there was a selection on vibrators, butt plugs, a bamboo rod, riding crop and paddle. I lit candles around the room and sat in a wooden chair waiting. She entered the room not long after, pausing in the doorway to take in the scene that awaited her.
The lights from the hallway silhouetted her body, the tight firm C cup breasts, the widening of her hips and swell of her ass. I gestured at the floor in front of me and she sat between my legs facing away from me. I grabbed the hairbrush from the nightstand and became to brush out her still damp hair. I slowly brushed her hair, working the tangles free as the scent of her shampoo filled the air between us. After it was all brushed out, I braided it all back in a neat single braid, waist length hair was a lot to manage, and I enjoyed taking care of my pet. I looped the braid around my hand and gently pulled her head back, I kissed her on the forehead and asked if she was ready to begin, she nodded that she was.
Melissa Part 1: How I Got Her
I had been seeing Melissa for some time. We had the usual start to dating from the awkward first date and first kiss, to several dates and our first night together. I hadn’t yet told her my passion for light BDSM.
I’m not the kind of guy that adheres to some strict guideline that purest believe is the only way to be “in the lifestyle.” I do what works for me and us. I like having a normal relationship with a kinky and secret sex life.
Melissa is a very beautiful girl and I often wondered how long it would be before a better option came along. I was a little worried that showing her my kinky side would scare her off. After all, I had snooped around her house and only found one personal vibe.
She is 5’6, a size 2 and she has medium length red hair. I have to say that red heads are my weakness. She definitely hit all my turn ons.
The first night I tested her to see what she could handle went perfectly. We ended up at her place and making out in bed. After we were both naked, I pinned both her arms a over head. She looked me in the eyes with a huge grin.
First experience of BDSM [MF]
When I was 18 (M) – now 32, I knew a much older woman (47) who taught me all about the darker side of sex.
I wouldn’t say I was unexperienced, I had lost my virginity years before, but this was my first foray into kinky/BDSM style sex. This happened the first time we had sex, we had flirted and snogged several times prior.
She called me. I remember being irritated because who the hell calls a teenager? I snarked at her, she puts on her stern voice and threatens to make me regret that unless I apologise. I refused and hung up and carried on with my day. She sends me a message about three days later saying can I meet her at hers at 6, which I replied of course thinking I was finally going to get some. I wasn’t wrong.
She lived in a small, terraced house, knocked at the door and she answers wearing a thin robe which just sent 18-year-old me into a one-track mind. She promises me I was safe with her.
[MF] The Wedding Plan: Something New [cheating] [BDSM] [DDlg] [cuck] [exhibitionism]
It was a lovely ceremony.
I wonder what was going through your mind as you walked down the aisle? That was a pretty big load of cum, I have to imagine it started to drip down your leg as your father gave you away.
And your groom looked so excited and happy. Do you think he knows what happened?
I’ll let you in on a little secret: he knows.
He knows that you’re a dirty little slut, and that your pussy still belongs to me. Just after leaving your dressing room, I texted him.
He knows that I came inside of you, that you couldn’t resist being a whore for me. The years you two spent together, you would throw away in a heartbeat just to be a cumdump for me.
Here’s the problem with cucks: They really have trouble speaking up for what they want. Charles was always so timid about that. You know, he was a lot worse before you met him.
Charles knew he was never going to be a Dom, at least not like me. He tried, he really did, but it wasn’t his thing. He was handsome and successful, but he was a wimp in the bedroom. Maybe he had bad taste in women, but they always seem to cheat on him.
Out For Dinner Part 2 [25F+/27M+, NonBi25] [d/s, cons, humil, exhib, voy, bdsm, foursome, group]
We walk in to a dark resturaunt. Sir hands the keys to a man by the door, who swiftly hops in the vehicle and drives off.
Valet service? This isn’t our normal night out.
We enter the restraunt and a waitress escorts us to a plush, red booth. It’s one of those sleek round booths that you and someone else can nuzzle up into. There’s a lively piano playing somewhere towards the back, but all I can see is Sir inviting me to sit with him in the nook of the booth. I slide in and scotch to sit next to him. His hand clasps on my thigh, and I instantly relax. His hand comforts me.
A waitress comes up to our table and asks what we want to drink. We put in our drink orders, and Sir requests a cheese board that would pair well with our drinks. They ramble on about cheese and prepared meats for a while before she runs off to grab us something to peck at while we browse the menu.
There are no prices on this menu. That’s how you know we are not in Kansas anymore, Toto. That means everything is too expensive here to consider.