Played ? [OC] [MF FF MM]

Played

POSTED ON APRIL 18, 2020 BY RUBY ROSE
TAGGED ADULT STORY, BDSM, EROTIC STORY, EROTICA, NSFW STORY, ONLINE DATING, RELATIONSHIP, SEX, SEX STORY, SEXY STORY

well

there it is

what can i say

you didn’t want to be mine

and so

i played this game of players

fair enough

you left me behind

just know that when you called me love

my heart skipped two beats

when you slid in behind me

it was where i chose to be

we dodge

we run

we block

we fade

in this game of lonely players

making passes

getting laid

the end zone a secluded lair

for me it was real lover

i know you don’t think so

i just needed you to tell me

the play book

ready

go

the game of lonely lovers

will live on day by day

if we don’t fight against

this playbook

our lonely world has made

i would be your slave forever

for just one more kiss

im sorry darling really

A day in the life of a slave and her Master [bdsm] [OC] [Mf]

*The desperation not just to please and serve, but to lower herself, to revel in performing something so denigrating, wanting, needing to shed her dignity and be consumed by the power of her owner, to crawl into the shadow of his looming presence while shrinking herself to nothing, just becoming a frenzied vessel of worship, striving to physically place her face, the part of her body that makes her a unique, valued being, in and under and smothered by the least desirable, least clean, least acceptable part of his body.* — My Master

My Master directed me to explore my mindset, an intelligent woman who is driven to serve, to be His lowly object, a perfect but simple tool, needing to be used, degraded, demeaned, humiliated, and thereby elevated. He said to tell you your reactions to it will be considered in his assessment of my story’s worthiness and my ultimate reward or punishment. So I do hope you enjoy, dear Redditors, but ultimately, of course, his pleasure or displeasure is all that matters to me.

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This will be a hard few days part four [OC; FM; denial; ruined orgasm]

Part three can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fwmpcj/this_will_be_a_hard_few_days_part_three_oc_fm/).

He searched for the nipplepumps and found them shortly after.

Naomi was patiently waiting but the longer she waited the wetter she got.

Shortly after that he started stroking her breasts and nipples, until her nipples were hard. After that he put on the nipple pumps and pumped them a bit.

He got out a vibrator, placed it on her clit, turned it on and turned on the timer.

Oh shit, she thought. She didn’t know how he knew, but if she masturbated, she used a vibrator, because it was quick. She honestly didn’t know, how she should last 10 minutes.

Her moaning got louder, when the timer stated three minutes.

“Seven more to go.”

She let out a desperate sigh.

One minute later she said “I’m cumming” and he turned off the vibrator Immediately, stopping the timer.

“Number?”, he asked impatiently?

“One”

She breathed heavily but relaxed after some time.

Dan decided to release the nipple pumps.

He wriggled her breasts a bit to enhance bloodflow and stroked her nipples after a few moments.

The enigmatic and the submissive (bdsm) (Mf)

Ben Rawsall – dark blonde, green eyed, six feet three or so and a charismatic dresser to boot. He wore a navy blue suit, with a white pocket square and some tassled loafers as the rest of the office moped around in black and striped suits. It was clear from our first meeting that he wasn’t interested in ‘conventional’, there was no HR department, there were no obvious rules, there was nothing to stop him doing whatever the fuck he wanted. I liked that in a man. 

He was in his mid-to-late 30s, but he looked tremendous for his age. Handsome, the angles in his face carved in an acute symmetrical manner, his broader shoulders leading down in a luscious trail to his thin waist. I could always see how muscular his legs were against the close-fitting pants. He hired me after a tense encounter at a university mixer, the chemistry in the air from the start. After a few charged moments in his corner office, one hand on my throat and his other hand stroking me underneath my panties, it became obvious we couldn’t maintain just a ‘professional’ relationship, he wanted to know how far he could take me. Time was spent between Excel sheets and bed sheets. Most of my hours became dedicated to pleasing him, in the office and out of it, like a good little girl should. Just four weeks out of my torrid and sexually deprived relationship with James, I became a slave to Mister Rawsall, waiting for every instruction. 

My [f]irst time at an erotic cinema

I decided to tell the story of my experience at a sex club/cinema in Germany last year. I’m thankful that I had messaged a friend about it, so I did have a lot of the information documented already. It was so interesting to me, that I thought I would share. Please note: a large portion of this is explaining what the club was like. Scroll down for the sex!

I had ended things with a man who I was seeing on/off for about a year and a half, and was solo travelling for a little soul searching.

Enjoying my freedom to meet people and have some sexual experiences, I went on Tinder. I put my bio as “looking for a memorable one night stand.” True to my general preferences, I had my age set inappropriately high. I believe it was 45-50.

While on the train, I enjoyed swiping, and found myself to be fairly popular with that age range. A man messaged me.

He was 49, worked for the government, but was a painter and also wrote poetry. Our communication was not the usual light hearted banter, but he was quick to proposition a truly unique encounter – to go to the (sex) cinema.

The Tattoo [gay] [queer] [MM] [T] [anal] [light bdsm]

“Are you sure about this, Adam?” Anton asks. “Sometimes they fade, but you can’t count on it. Assume this is forever.” We’re sitting on the couch in the living room of the punk house where he’s lived for the past few years. His housemates are out of town, but signs of life are scattered everywhere. A guitar and a ukulele spoon on the loveseat, and an overflowing box of crafting supplies lies supine on the rug.

I take a deep breath. “I’m sure. Lay it on me.”

Anton rummages through some supplies. *He’s beautiful*, I think, watching him. It’s not the first time I’ve had the thought over our years of friendship. He’s a little short, and thin but muscular, with light brown skin and curly black hair he ties back in a short ponytail when doing anything requiring concentration. He’s wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off by hand. It shows off the lean muscle of his arms.

I have only the vaguest memory of meeting Anton, but my mom has told me the story many times. We met as toddlers, on the playground. I had managed to injure myself somehow and was wailing up a storm, and just as my mom approached to help, a child about my age came over and wrapped their chubby arms around me until my screaming subsided.

WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 28 New Sub RVS & Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)

A rap on the door frame, a crisp clean rap. “Cum in” Clarissa called still putting away the last of the papers that she had filed by dates not subject. “I see your office is finally straightened up” Raz boomed as he strutted through the door. Watching Clarissa’s ass as she was at the top of the latter. “Ooo.. Raz can I Ah help (giving him the embraced look while noticing the he was staring at her bum) you.. well besides getting you hard (blushing at the thought)” Clarissa didn’t let the blush detour her directness. “Well yes I have bought you a few letters (handing over three letters) granite this is only Moanday (still have no idea how they got those here so fast) so hopefully your little project will take form butt (slapping Clarissa on the ass) I wouldn’t hold your breath” with that he did a about face and walked out of her office. “Every project has to start somewhere” tearing into the first letter. “Bill really, I just started this job last week and you are already send me bills” letting the bill fall in the trashcan. “Letter two (holding it up to her head) is a bill (shit, I’m so funny)” ripping open the side of the envelope and blowing in there. “You could do the same thing to me, dam girl what do you do” hefting a mail sack over his shoulder. Her desk trembled under the renewed weight of the mail. “I want a story by Humpday so it can go out by the following day” Raz was waiting just around the corner so he could see the look on Clarissa’s face by the overwhelming amount of letters that arrived for Jax (Clarissa’s pseudo name).
“Strapping on my minx’s ankle straps when she playfully jerked her leg. Well needless to say my hand was still there with the leather tethers.. that’s when things got a little.. Umm, crazy. Already fucking hard, she was teasing me all day to the point where I was just going to take her in the middle of class. Where both taking cooking classes to becum the best chefs in the world (that’s why our play room is a actual kitchen). She slid down before I could grab her, did I say that I was hard.. like rock hard. Grabbing my balls would normally been a no no butt for some reason it me, a Dom go submissive. The minx started to play with my head, teasing my cock by just sucking on the head. Normally I would have spanked her pretty little tits for that butt dam she had my on the verge of cuming that instant. Seeing the look in my eye (probably feeling my cock as the head started to swell) she smiled back as my cock traced a path from her mouth to her tits. Smacking her tits hard with my cock, it almost made me have a orgasm right there. Then she started with the teasing of my stomach, kissing, biting as she made her way up. Using her tongue on my bellybutton , passing over it just to bite it on the upper side. Nibbling on my nipples as she made little circles around them (Ooo my god I hope you don’t mind butt I’m jacking off), Mmm that gets me so turned on. Then my little minx, she did what I was.. Ooooh fuckkk yesss. She turned her little ass towards me, towards my cock.. towards my pulsating raging cock, fuck yea. No longer teasing my cock she spanked her own ass with my fucking cock, that was so fucking cool I mean she was actually spanking her own ass with my cock. Then she started to rub my cock in between her ass cheeks! I just couldn’t hold it in any more, just the rocking of her ass made my cock want to explode all over her fucking ass! Butt she knew how to control my own orgasms, be it pussy or ass. I wanted her on the end of my cock so I could climax while feeling her ass constricting around my rod. She knew this and the minx played on that. She continued to rub my cock on her ass, continued to torture me. For the next twenty seconds all I did was moan until I finally fucking exploded all over her ass cheeks.
The new Submissive
p.s. You should cum by Sue’s Round Steak House to feast on all we have to offer”
“Wow, that was hot” fanning herself with the envelope. “Mmm, I wonder if Cy would be up for this” Clarissa pondered on the thought, absence mindedly playing with her clit.

Slave [M] sent to be trained by lesbians [F]

When I first met my wife online and got to be more engaged with her and establish a relationship, I let her know I was into more adventurous sexual activities. She asked what I mean and I told her bondage, domination, humiliation, forced service, etc. She was like sadism and masochism?, I assured her, no that I did not want to inflict pain on anyone nor did I want to receive pain for no reason other than to take it. If I was to be disciplined then it must have a reason to endure the punishment and get a reward or accept guidance.
She did some research online though back in the late 90’s there was very little online about the lifestyle to be found and most was the more extreme versions. She also cautiously asked her girlfriends about any experiences they had in the area. Her friend Christine was excited and told her about various role-playing ideas (not my cup of tea) and creative uses for a weight bench Jeni had in the basement. Her friends Sue & Susan (a BBW lesbian couple) however told her they enjoyed it immensely and had many good ideas for her to try out.
After I moved to Iowa I tried to talk to her about my needs and desires in the bedroom, and she did try but very rarely and never with any serious effort. I grew more frustrated as did she. I pestered her at every chance to make me her slave and use me for her pleasure and to discipline me whenever I got on her nerves or upset her. She refused at every turn despite my efforts; however, I did not know she was planning to make all my fantasies a very painful reality.
It was mid-August and hotter than the 7th level of hell and humid enough for small fish to fly and the weather man said it would be lasting another week to 10 days at least. When I pulled in the driveway, I did not recognize the SUV that was parked next to Jeni’s van. I went inside and did not hear the kids anywhere. I saw Jeni sitting in the living room with her friends Sue & Susan. “Where are the kids?” I asked. “Oh my mom took them for the weekend” Jeni smiled back. “Sit down we want to talk to you “she said. I instantly started to sweat when a woman says she wants to talk to you it is rarely a good thing.
“I’ve been telling the girls here all about your dirty fantasies and how much you want to be a SLAVE and my difficulty in doing so. Well the good news is that they have offered to train you for ME! Isn’t that great? They do all the hard work and I get all the rewards, of course they will get many benefits from it as well they’ve told me.” Jeni said with a glint in her eye. “Now wait a minute here” I said. “Who said I would go through with this training?” I asked. “Well you got two options” Jeni said “Either you go through with this training by them to be trained as a proper slave for me and them (snicker) or YOU will never ever get ANYTHING kinky out of me again! Only missionary position sex and that rarely, or be trained as you’ve always wanted and get all the kinky sex and fun you’d wanted” Jeni said. The girls looked at me like lions eyeing some meat. “I uhmm uhmmm” I stammered. I wasn’t looking forward to being trained by the girls as I assumed being lesbians they would be extra hard on me. “Oh Jeni I think he’s too scared to serve us and be trained by us” Susan chided me. Of course, it had the desired effect. “I agree to the training!” I practically yelled to them all. They looked on with glee. “Good, good Jeni said why don’t you read over this slave training contract the girls and I have written up then we can all sign it and get Sue here to notarize it making it nice and legal” Jeni purred to me.
Susan handed me a document title “Slavery and Continued Training Contract” I started to skim over it.
I Jeni D. _______________________ do hereby give Susan Trapp and Sue Fox permission and right to train my slave/husband Michael in any and all ways they see fit, using any methods and discipline they feel is need and appropriate.
We Susan Trapp X___________________________ and Sue Fox ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬X______________________________ do hereby accept slave Michelle/Mike as out slave to be trained in domestic, personal and sexual slavery. The following rules will apply to her/his training.
1. Slave will be trained from Friday at 8 am till Monday at 8 am
2. Slave will not have any contact with anyone other than the trainers and any friends they may invite over to assist in her/his training
3. Slave will do as told or expect swift and severe punishment and discipline
4. Trainers may invite over guests to assist or assess slave training and skills at any point
5. Slave may use safe word of “ballet” to end training at any time but this also negates the training and s/he will got no kink form Jeni ever again.
6. The trainers agree to the following limits only, no men, no kids, no scat, no modifications or permanent marks
7. Slave will return to the trainers farm twice a year for 5-10 days intensive refresher courses
8. Slave will be placed in locked chastity at the end of training
9. Jeni may send slave to the farm at any time for any duration she wishes
10. Trainers will be allowed to videotape and photograph all training sessions for review and humiliation purposes
I slave Michelle/Mike X¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬________________________ agree to be trained by Mistress Susan and Mistress Sue under the above conditions and agreements and enter into this arrangement of my own free will and volition. I know the involved risk and physical discomforts I may endure and sustain during the training.
Jeni X________________________________
Susan Trapp X______________________________
Sue Fox X______________________________________
Mike X_________________________________
Notarized by

[MF] Bad BDSM Mask

A few years back I met a couple on Craigslist that were interested in exploring cuckolding and wanted a guy like me, really big and muscled to be the bull. After a long period of back and forth setting up a good day and time for meetup.

Both the husband and the wife came across as very normal like suburban PTA mom and dad types. Had a good pre meeting in which we had coffee and talked about cuckold dynamics we were all comfortable with and what they wanted out of the hookup.

Next day we met up in the hotel, I got stuff rolling by eating her pussy and playing with her clit.

Her husband pipes up all of a sudden asking “We were wondering if I would be comfortable with him filming?”

I tell him “No, not really.”

I went on to explain how this was not something we discussed and I do not know them well and worry this will make it online.

His wife is looking at me with these sexy doe eyes and is playing with my cock, rubbing my pecs.

A Note to My Slave (Degrading) (BDSM) ( DDlg) (Humiliation)

You’ve been a bad girl. Don’t deny it. Just because I can’t see you doesn’t mean I’ve relinquished my hold of you. I’m always thinking about you. Thinking about how far away you are from me. Thinking about how you tease me with those nasty pictures you send me. Thinking about how easily I could pull you in, limbs kicking and eyes watering, and bend you to my will until you bow your head obediently like the quivering bitch you are. Thinking about how maybe, if you keep being such a bad girl, maybe I will.