Draping her arm over Clarissa’s chest, “Mmm.. baby I just want you..” Pixel was having a erotic dream. “Ohh, suck suc.. Ooooh yesss..” Clarissa dreams where always bordering on the BDSM side. “Quit hehehe quit quit.. you have me now (struggling playfully even though he has locked her ankles in his steel grip) what are you doing” laying on his black zeppelin, naked. “Cum here so I can strip you.. let go of my ankles” letting Clarissa have one ankle butt the other one was a prime target. Slapping a heavy leather cuff around her ankle, staring down her foot with that dark bedroom eyed stud that had convinced her to join him before she was jetted off to her new home with a lucky sorority. “I will tell you when you’ve had enough” pressing hard into her foot behind the pointer toe. “Quit Mmm.. quit I am feeling funny down Ahh down there..” Clarissa’s hips bucking uncontrollably, not realizing that he shifted her foot into his mouth. Sucking long and hard on her pointer toe, for the first time her ticklish feet was giving a orgasm to the unwary Clarissa. “Stop I’m Ooo getting Ooooh.. wet OooOoooOoooo so wet” Reaching for her pussy butt that only went a few inches cuz her wrist where tied to his black zeppelin. “Please Ooo ple.. let me.. me Ooooh yesss (her dark master sucked in her middle toe) Ooooh..” the struggle didn’t go as far as planned, her free ankle had been tied down as well. There was someone else in his house?! “Butt who..” Clarissa’s mind raced, “Who would want to be here with her boyfriend, her lover, her master? He is mine and and..” the scent hit her hard. The flowery smell was approaching from the dark, it’s claws raked Clarissa’s tits, it’s veil slowly enshrouded her head. “No no this.. Oh fuckkk Mmm Ooooh Ooooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” Clarissa could not stop the orgasm between the musky smell and the flowery smell coupled with her wet pussy. Dry humping the air as her foot is ripped from Derrick’s mouth, the sweet smell that wafted down her nose. “I need to suck you master.. Derrick, Derrick Ooooh.. Mmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmm” burying her tongue into the sweet slit that hovered just a tongues thrust beyond her lips. “Ooooh, you are right Derrick she is a good oral sex girl, Mmm Ooo..” the mystery woman cooed. “You know what I want.. Ooo yes Ooooh yesss please..” she cooed once again, parting Clarissa’s lips. Exposing her clit, the mysterious breath heating Clarissa pussy. Clarissa’s tongue found the hot spot, the orgasmic spot as the mystery woman’s pussy plunged down, grating her clit across Clarissa’s teeth. Bucking as Derrick’s cock started to penetrate the mystery woman’s asshole. Pulling her pussy backfill Derrick’s crown could impel her ass, Clarissa hungry mouth devouring her pussy. Flicking her tongue as Pixel let out the biggest orgasm. Squirting her cum all over Clarissa’s mouth, grabbing the sheets as the next orgasm was trailing right behind the first. Flicking the clit, driving into the deep pink well while jacking Pixel’s legs up to her tits. “I’m fuckkking cum.. cu.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss..” Pixel orgasm took her into orbit, pulling the sheet off the bed, biting the pillow. “Fuck girl you are a lesbow if I ever.. shit Ooooh (hips trembling, pussy flooding itself with cum).. ever seen one” Pixel moaned, “Girl (pulling Clarissa up) I could just eat you out (parting Clarissa’s lips for a deep French kiss) butt dam you wore me out” Pixel hopped out of their queen-size bed and made a bee line right to the shower.
Tag: BDSM
My Confusion Part 1 [MM] [MF] [BDSM]
MY CONFUSION
My name is Frank and I have a problem. (I think.)
I am a sophomore at a well known university.
For obvious reasons I can’t mention the schools name.
Well, here goes my story.
It all started a few months back.
If you have the time sit back and allow me to tell my story from the beginning.
I grew up on a farm in a small rural town in Wisconsin.
My family was typical Mid-Western conservatives.
We voted Republican in all the elections and went to church every Sunday.
Except when the harvest was due.
Come to think of it I would imagine that the pews were particularly empty during that season.
I had a normal childhood and was your typical corn fed mid-western boy.
I’ve had the same girlfriend since I was ten.
Susan had been by my side through thick and thin.
We never really talked about getting married, it was just assumed by everyone including the two of us that this was how it was to be.
The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 2, Part 2 – Stacey [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [BDSM][Noncon] [Humiliation][Strong language]
**Stacey**
For the acceptance of perverts you need to be handy. The easiest thing in my case, it´s just the test that is bizarre in the execution.
My future plans have to proceed with caution, because The Art of the Holy Submission requires of us the minimal coverage of the body. The collar brought me back to the younger years, it could be nice reminder on another place. The strap harness didn´t have any positives at all, it is just symbolical ornamentation of my body, framing squares of the skin and letting everybody on a public secret that we are slaves for the enjoyment. OK, it covers my nipples, so that´s cool.
Along with my roommates and about 25 other inmates I was acquainted with the large sadomasochistic corner of the Tower. First we had a little peek of its own library. I recall only terrible giant photography hanging on the wall. Some harpy named Anne Desclos. Just above it is a lounge for lessons in the service. The main section is the giant branched dungeon, using the rich disposal of the underground space. The trainees were also for a dose of the fresh air in a special part of the park zone.
Dark Erotica: The Monster’s Girl [M/F] [Not Realistic or Healthy BDSM] [Dark Themes] [Sociopath M] [Blood] [Sex] [Possible Additional Triggers]
I sat on the cool marble counter in the kitchen, staring absentmindedly at the cell phone in my hands. Within moments, the front door opened and my dark lover emerged. He was dressed in black cargo pants, a black long sleeved shirt and combat boots. He looked like a mess, covered in dirt and something thick and dark. It reminded me of blood, but I quickly forced the thought from my mind. He looked up at me as he began unfastening his boots, his narrowed gaze was vacant as he watched me. I swallowed hard, wrapping my arms around myself as he slowly made his way over to me.
“Where did you go?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
“No where you need to concern yourself with.” he stated firmly, his deep and luxuriously smooth voice was low and full of secrets. I held myself tighter, watching him with wariness. He took notice of me as I began to withdraw into myself. Before I could say another word, he was walking over to where I sat so he could stand half an inch in front of me… gazing down at me with his intensely haunting stare.
My professor’s obsession [FFM] [Bdsm] [Oil] [Slight Coercion] [Preamble]
I had put on the black dress and the laced lingerie on underneath. I walked from my car to the large wooden doors. I knocked and waited patiently for a minute. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. It took me a second as to how this happened before the thoughts came to mind.
*Mr. Franklin was also the professor that was viewed as a good guy. He was always generous and helpful to all. He made the work easier so that all the students could understand. He also had a pretty looking body. From his flowy chocolate brown hair to his salt and pepper beard. He was also of a higher lifestyle, driving around a sports car and wearing suits and watches all the time. He also had a commanding voice, maybe from his previous work when he was in the marines. He was married but I still had a decently sized crush on him.
A night to start something new [FFM][bdsm][Fdom][Fsub][Mdom][Oral]
/u/solfalami and I have been playing more and more lately. She’s already posted a couple of stories, one a fantasy and one a reality, about us, so I decided I’d post my own story starring her. It was inspired by her date last night with a lady and how she described the wonder of getting to touch someone as beautiful as another woman.
Natalie and I sat on the couch. Our arms were over each others shoulders, we were leaned towards each other, and our fingers were gently stroking across various bits of each other’s bodies. Sometimes an elbow, sometimes a location much more severe.
“I can’t wait for her to get here, you told her how I wanted her dressed?” asked Natalie.
“Of course, I want to take a picture as soon as she gets here.”
Fortuitous timing, for just at that moment there was a knock at the door. I went to open it, and as I swung the door open I saw she was perfect, every detail was correct.
Vixen the Fox [MF] [BDSM] [Pet Play] [Anal]
My second story I published on Literotica, “Vixen the Fox”
It is a short story about pet play, and i hope you like it!
[https://www.literotica.com/s/vixen-the-fox](https://www.literotica.com/s/vixen-the-fox)
Vixen the Fox [MF] [Pet Play] [BDSM] [Anal]
I wrote about pet play, and hopefully you will find it enjoyable! I also post these on Literotica under the same name, feel free to follow me over there!
VIXEN THE FOX
Christian came home after a long day of work, intending to relax and forget about the day. As an attorney who was on trial for the week, it had been an especially grueling time.
He walked in the front door of his condo, with its panoramic views of the city and kicked off his dress shoes. As he looked around he noticed something was off.
There was a bowl on the floor with water, and water splashed around it. Crumbs on the floor. Paperwork was spread out as if someone had rummaged through it. At first, Christian was concerned that there had been a break in, but nothing appeared to be missing. Then he heard a scratching from the other room and smiled.
Vixen was here.
Vixen, known as Jane in her “normie” life, was Christian’s lover. She was more than that. She was his Little. She was fully dedicated to him. But today, she was Vixen. She loved to play as his pet.
WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 22 Rejected Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)
“See we here at Beaver Rewards tend to focus more on the juicy details of.. well let’s just say gossip. You know the kind that make our readers wet” Raz paused for effect butt still pacing his office. Holding up a finger as it traveled to his lips then into a fist, “You do have skill.. that is apparent butt you lack the.. Ah, pizzazz needed for in the field reporting. So with that being said.. our data files could use some organization” Raz finished just as his office door slammed in Clarissa’s face. “I take it didn’t go well” a all too familiar voice spoke before Clarissa could sigh. “He said I lacked pizzazz.. so I shall go to the data management desk and find out what they need” hanging her head as she was forced to walk the hall of shame.
“Your in a better mood, did ya quit cuz it looks like his cock is no longer pricing your ass” Angie said out loud, in class with everybody staring at Clarissa including the Professor. “What do you intend to do next” Mrs. Donovan asked as if she was apart of the conversation. “What nothing? Oh my don’t tell me you have nothing else to say? Clarissa, Angie see me after class now if you don’t mind I think the paper that you where supposed to write is due” the shock when the Professor collected it.
After class..
“In this class I am judge, jury and (giving Angie the look over) titacator” watching in shock as Mrs. Donovan touched Angie’s tit.. and mine tOoo. Pressing her double D’s into Mrs. Donovan hand, gripping the Professor’s padded desk. “My fuck, she, she is going for it! I am catching the hint of (sniffing the air) cum” Clarissa thought butt was just on the verge of cuming her self. Leaning into Mrs. Donovan, Angie’s tit was mashed with the grip of the Professor. Their lips touched, Clarissa came as their tongues clashed against one another. “I have never seen Angie.. cum before! Oh fuck I want to cum like the little bad girl that I am..” was Mrs. Donavon reading her mind or was Clarissa speaking out loud. Grabbing Clarissa by the hair, pulling her around the desk, “What, what do you want me..” All that had taken the straight out of her knees, a slight tug as Mrs. Donavon’s skirt gave way. “Wait this is my.. Oh my (yes I came again as Angie was laying across the teachers desk, tit in the Professor’s mouth, hand working up Angie into a frothy orgasm)..” pushing aside her little butt, plunging my tongue so deep into Mrs. Donovan’s sweet tight pussy. “My goddess I hope I am doing the lesbian goddess proud (I pray to the Titty Goddess if you can’t tell.. I have ever since they started to grow).” Going from the deep plunge to the shallows, attacking Mrs. Donovan’s clit, “Wait what’s going on.. let go of my hair, I don’t want to.. to Ooooh fuckkk yesss..” Mrs. Donavon moved Clarissa’s mouth, not kindly butt by force (a wet orgasmic force butt still by force). The sweet taste of the trained ass, one that gave Clarissa her first taste. Butt just one taste, “You are a good sub aren’t you” being brought to her feet by a simple complement. Looking to respond Clarissa opened her mouth just to find Mrs. Donovan’s tongue being shoved down her throat. “No no this can’t be happing to me.. what am I gripping (feeling the flesh as it was mashed through my fingers, feeling the nipple as it protruded between my middle and ring finger), I am so turn on.. I could almost..” Mrs. Donovan’s tongue snapped Clarissa back to reality as it mauled over hers. The feeling of one more orgasm gripped Clarissa, this one a lot stronger then before, “Don’t close your eyes.. no no look look at what your doing..” listen to her subconscious thoughts slowly opening her eyes. Watching Angie doubled up in intense orgasmic pleasure. Feeling her tongue as it darted in and out of Angie’s smooth box, sucking on her clit, ramming her tongue so deep into the torrent pink sea of lust. Trying to put the on cuming orgasm from her mind, “Must keep Angie orgasming.. must keep.. must.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” all this time watching Angie cuming, Angie having a major orgasm and never giving any thought to the torture that her body was weathering. From Mrs. Donovan rubbing her clit to thumb fucking her pussy coupled with Mrs. Donovan eating out Clarissa’s ass. “.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh Mmmmmmmmm OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh Mmmmmmmmm fuckkk yesssssssss..” finally breaking Clarissa’s hold in Angie’s pussy. Forcing her chin to grate along Angie’s clit as the loudest part of the orgasm busted through Clarissa’s submissive side.
Getting the 3rd Degree [MF]
I’m fairly new to the world of BDSM, but my friend Jeff isn’t. He’s been introducing me to some new things over the past few weeks. We had a dinner date planned and were sexting each other constantly in the days leading up to it. The anticipation was incredible. I knew he had big plans but he had only hinted at what was in store.
Jeff meant business from the moment he came in the door. He had very specific ideas for what was going to happen that evening and started commanding me right away. He put a collar on me and told me I wasn’t allowed to take it off without permission. I loved that – it was a physical sign reminder that I had to obey. He walked me to the car and had me sit in the back. He wanted me to put on a show for him while we drove to the restaurant. There was a backpack in the seat with me and I found a collection of toys inside. I practiced deep-throating a dildo while he watched from the rear-view mirror. I couldn’t help but touch myself while I imagined sucking on his cock later in the night. He had me pick a butt plug to wear during dinner. I felt so sexy walking into the restaurant with that secret.