Tag: BDSM

How To Train Your Seelie (His Side) [MF][BDSM][Violent]

You text me while I’m in my office, and while I’m always happy to see your texts, I was especially grateful for a distraction from my day. Our conversation was short, just the average check in, but I could tell by your choice of words that a need had been building in you for a release. I’ve learned to read you, recognize the subtle signs.

I take a few moments to make my plans before texting you again, “I will pick you up from work tomorrow. I want you to be wearing a simple dress, bra, panties, stockings and heels. All black. Do not worry about dinner. I will take care of it after.” Your reply was simple, “Yes sir.” I could sense the relief and excitement I was certain was on your face.

I arrive outside your work at 6:00 PM, find you waiting for me, dressed as I had instructed. I kiss you, short, passionate, familiar, delightful, then I drive us to a 5-star hotel, get two bags out of the back of the car, and without saying a word, escort you up to one of the suites on the top floor. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Prologue [Maledom] [Male supremacy]

*Please, forgive me some potential hiccups in English and enjoy!*

**Prologue**

My backside was already sore from the bus tour and the thighs weren´t feeling exactly well either. The mind was preoccupied with other troubles. The girl things. The feelings of injustice. The school things. Well, the September was almost here and I was just seventeen. It wasn´t so unbelievable that I rode to boarding school… Except gal sitting jest next to me, looking from the windows with red eyes, was definitely around 40. I´ve seen quite a lot of variations, though not someone who would be much older than her… In a vicinity I saw a four girls around my age, three of them just mortified, the last one was trying to help Asian with a long hair who couldn´t stop crying and was probably 20-something.

More sounds were coming from the above deck of the bus. There was something perverted about it, but I felt some security from the thuds of steps of the wardens above. Not so much from seeing them down here. I wished with all my heart that suddenly some vortex would open before the bus and we would end in some another dimension. But, in a sense, that´s exactly where we were heading. The Logic, you ceased to be. Read more »

[M]y wi[F]e and I went to a nudist swingers spa, and had fun with two other couples [Group]

**Background**

One day, when my wife and I were still dating and not yet married, we took a long walk and had an in-depth discussion about how we were both kinky freaks. Since then, our sex life has always involved a lot of experimentation. She loves to be dominated, spanked, and fucked hard, but also loves to peg me and be in control. We’ve both gradually realized that we’re not entirely straight, and love talking about her getting topped by a woman with a strap on, or me sucking cock while she watches. We both love being naked, and have sought out naked spas wherever we travel to. It’s great to be married to someone who is as horny and open minded as you are.

My wife is a little above average height, brunette, with amazing large tits and a great ass. She is pretty, gregarious, interesting. I’m 6’2”, a former bean pole getting larger in my 30s, fairly normal 6.5” cock (though people tell me it’s thick). I am a generic, innocuous white guy. Go to a Bon Iver concert, find 1000 of me. I married up, she married me. We’re not fitness models, but we’re not out of shape. Normal people. Read more »

[MF] A tale of the lonely bored housewife, mostly harmless, except for the riding crop

I had a semi relationship fizzle out with a cute gym girl that I thought was going to go somewhere. I was sort of heartbroken and at the time figured relationships weren’t my thing. All the dating apps fired up and I was looking for a new FWB. I wanted something kinky, someone to let me just have my way with her and explore a whole new world.

It was the Whisper post reply that started it all. She just had another FWB fall through and her post was something like “I need someone that can handle all my curves”.

We started talking, mostly harmless PG conversation. Then we started getting dirty and flirty. She shared some lingerie pics and I shared some body pics and we definitely had a mutual attraction. The only hang up she had was her marriage, but it was horrible and she didn’t mind fucking around, and he was on a months long work trip. So of course there was a need to be fulfilled. But she was shy and self conscious and thought if I met her in person I wouldn’t want her. So of course she wanted a public meetup, but made it a fun game of cat and mouse inside a neighborhood Walmart. Read more »

BITTER PILL Chapter 4 [mom/son], [non con], [BDSM], [MF], [MDom]

Bitter Pill Ch 4

I can’t really describe what that moment felt like because it was confusing. I don’t know why, but when I fantasized about my mother, imagining my mouth on her vagina always put me over the edge. I can’t begin to count how many loads I’ve spilled thinking about doing just this. Though my heart was pounding in my chest, I felt profoundly right. I groaned into her pussy feeling so turned on I felt I might cum before I had a chance to fuck her.

I had gone down on other girls before, but there was something primal about my mother’s flavor and scent. I wanted it more than air. My tongue slid greedily up and down the length of her vagina like I was consuming her, every once in awhile stopping to suck her fat clit between my lips or stab my tongue deep into her tangy center. I went crazy on her, slurping noisily, wetly, I lashed her fleshy cunt with my lips and tongue while she whimpered. Her shame was electricity to my twitching dick. I wanted more.

“Mom,” I mumbled into her. “do you love it? Your son’s tongue in your nasty cunt?” Read more »

BITTER PILL Chapter 3 (long), [mom/son], [non con], [BDSM], [MF], [MDom]

*This is fiction. Rape is wrong. Enjoy.*

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Bitter Pill Ch 3

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The next day pop left on a business trip to Europe that would keep him gone for a couple of weeks. By the time he returned his wife would be my slave.

I waited until Janice had showered and gone to bed, vaped a few drags of THC, grabbed the bag of supplies I had been amassing via Amazon over the past few weeks, and let myself into her bedroom.

She screamed and struggled under me as I pressed her down into the mattress which was beautiful and just made me ache with lust. God, I wanted her to struggle. At 5’ even and still girlishly slender, she was like a child in my hands. Not sure how I came out of that tiny body, or how she avoided most of the obvious damage childbearing causes in some women, but aside from some light stretch marks on her round hips, and a slight pooch to her tummy, mom was keeping it pretty tight.

I was painfully aware of this because we have a pool and even at her age mom enjoys being admired. By me, especially. Read more »

BITTER PILL Chapters 1 & 2 (long), [mom/son], [non con], [BDSM], [MF], [MDom]

*This is fiction. Rape is wrong. Cheers.*

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Bitter Pill Ch 1

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She knew I was coming for her. She didn’t know how or when, but I’d made it clear that she wasn’t safe anymore. She was confused for a moment when I swept the bed covers off of her. Not sure if she had been asleep yet, but she definitely seemed surprised to see someone standing over her holding a pair of cuffs in the dim light coming through her bedroom door.

“Danny?” she asked.

She knew it was me. What she was really asking was, ‘Danny are you going to hurt me?’

The rage I felt. It’s what she deserved for being a faithless whore and an absentee mother all these years. But she was also asking if there was a way out, which made my hard dick pulse under my pj’s because there wasn’t.

“Yes.” I hissed. “And no.”

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About me: I’m a sick fuck. I’m athletic, 6’3” and sort of thick now, but I was both a late bloomer and one of the younger kids in my class. So, for a few years, I was a primary target of opportunity at a boarding school for the rich and sadistic. Read more »

Propositioned by a student and I said Yes! Pt. 2 [FM]

See Part 1 [Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f1ubz6/propositioned_by_a_student_and_i_said_yes_fm/)

Our first meeting was at a decent hotel in Midtown, I checked in and sent her a text with the room #. When she first came through the door I was a little bit in shock that I was doing this, that this was happening to me. She was so gorgeous and it being summer in NYC, she was not wearing much. We sort of looked at each other then awkwardly hugged then made out with surprising passion and gusto. After a short while I pulled away and told her to get on her knees in front of me. She smiled a small, sly smile and promptly got on her knees and looked up at me. Yes Daddy? We had previously established she would call me Daddy or Sir and I would refer to her as baby or slut. I told her to undo my pants and take out my cock, she promptly did so. I instructed her to take me all the way in her mouth and to deep throat me without using her hands, all the while looking up at me. She gagged a little at first but was surprisingly adept at taking my cock all in. After a few minutes I grabbed the back of her head and held it as I fucked her mouth hard and fast until she couldn’t take it and pulled away, drool flying everywhere. Panting and smiling she looked up at me and I told her to get on the bed and strip for me. Read more »

Mary’s Interrogation [Teasing] [Light BDSM] [MF]

*This is a story that is inspired by actual events. Names and details have been changed to protect identities of the people involved. This took place* *a few months ago with Mary (see part* [one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f1d327/my_first_affair_with_a_chubby_40_year_old_woman_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)*). This is the second part in a series of works.*

As the mind numbing monotony of work dragged (restart my computer, turn on my monitor, also *actually* program once in a while) on, so did my boredom. Meeting up with Mary seemed almost like second nature, almost like breathing. Mary *definitely* had endurance, but she was a little too… vanilla for my tastes, pedestrian at times even. I finishes writing my VBA shit-esque scripts and texted Mary to wait for me outside around the corner after work ended. While the attorneys and other staff all packed and left, I inconspicuously looked around and texted Mary to return back. Read more »