The further adventures of Frank and Karen [Part 5] [MF] [MM] [Spanking] [BDSM]

“Oh my god Frank, it feel so naughty and wicked to be walking around nude on a train as it winds it’s way home.
What would it be like to do this if the train was filled with people.
All of them looking at my naked body as I wandered though the aisles.
Just imagining the shocked and lustful looks I would be witnessing.

“Well Mr. Frank, I see you are just hanging around doing nothing.
You know this is the first time I really had the upper hand.
Hum I wonder, what shall I do.
I have a naked man here who is unable to do anything.
Well let’s see what I have in my bag, shall we.”
as Karen rummaged through her bag she kept up a running commentary of the things she could do with a naked bound guy.
“Ah, just what I was looking for.
Now don’t look.” She said.
Walking around behind me she began to spank my bottom.
There was nothing subtle about her spanking.
As her hand landed the first blow I had to jump.
Blow after blow, each hit landing in a different spot on my bottom.
Each spank stung and stung like hell so why was my cock hard as steel and dripping?
After about twenty hits she halted her assault.

First time fisting in NYC [Mf] [Dd/lg] [fisting] [creampie] long post

X-post from r/BDSMerotica

Well hello Reddit! I’m baaaaaaack… and I have got a new man! 

Darcy (not his real name) and I met during the summer. He lives in another city but finds reason to be in mine fairly often. He is tall and handsome with the most devilish smile and mischievous eyes I have ever seen on a man. He is incredibly smart and creative, a true sapiosexual’s dream. Darcy and I bonded over our love of bondage and submission play, but our connection has since grown far beyond anything either of could have imagined. We crave each other constantly, but living in different cities means we have to get creative in spending time together. Recently we met up in NYC for a whirlwind weekend, this is the story. http://imgur.com/a/hcerSxn

The build up to New York had been intense. I have had a rough go of things lately. Recent experiences had left me really questioning my bdsm interests and limits, whether the lifestyle was even really right for me. Thankfully, Darcy has been a rock of support throughout the whole process. He has helped me work through things and come out the other side feeling more empowered and confident about myself and my kink life than ever before. It hasn’t been pretty or easy on either of us, New York became a bright light at the end of the tunnel for both of us. We were both so full of anticipation and need. 

First erotic short story post on public forum! Enjoy! #bdsm #anal

Blindfolded. My hands bound behind a wooden chair, ankles bound tightly to the chair legs. My body exposed to my masters liking. Senses heightened as I hear his feet on the marble floor. His pheromones mixing with my growing wetness in the crisp air.
     My nipples perk as my arousal intensifies. He hasn’t even touched me yet, but my body responds to him, almost like muscle memory and the pleasure he bestows upon me. “Such a good little slut for your Master, when you’re bound.” He hisses in my yearning ear as he brushes my nipples. Metal clanking as I feel a sharp pain shoot from my spread pussy lips. Sharp exhales escaping from around the gag in my mouth, as each clamp bites down.”Do you know why you’re being punished tonight?” I quickly shake my head yes. “When you orgasm without my permission… it makes me very upset. You dont own your pleasure….” he snarls. “I do!” As he flogs my breasts. The leather stings against my nipples. I grab the chair, and whimper through the gag. The flogger now kissing my clit. I try to close my legs. “You asked for this. Don’t even try. Legs OPEN. NOW!” He commands my demise. Clamps biting on to my throbbing nipples. A muffled whimper escapes my lips, as he loosens the rope. “Bend over the arm of the couch.” I nod my head, as he pushes me over the edge.
     He attaches a spreader bar to my ankles, and pulls it apart as I again whimper feeling my lips be pulled by the clamps. He cuffs my wrists behind my back, and spanks me hard across my ass with a paddle imprinting “whore” into my skin. I jump at the sting. He paddles me again this time MUCH harder. I hiss past my gag as he pulls me up by my long hair. “Kneel… NOW.” He flips me around pushing my head down. My knees hit the marble tile. “Tongue out.” As he removes the ball gag. He grabs the side of my mouth, and I stick my tongue out obediently. He pulls my blindfold off, and his sadistic eyes meet mine. He plunges his thick cock into my waiting mouth. “Jesus. Fuck. Your mouth feels so good.” He brushes my brunette hair out of my eyes, and pushes into my throat deeper. I gag hard on his thickness. My eyes water and my mascara begins to run.
     He pulls out. “Are you sorry?” “Yes master.” I gasp for air. “Hmmmm……” he slams his cock back in my throat. “I don’t know if I believe you.” He pulls his cock out of my throat again allowing me to speak. As he pulls away my saliva strings from my lips to his cock, and drips down my chin. “You shouldn’t.” A devilish grin appears on my lips. He pulls me up by my hair again, and slams me back over the arm of the couch. My pussy is dripping down my spread thighs. He roughly slides his fingers inside me. Again his hands are in my hair, forcing my face into the couch cushion. He pulls his fingers away, and drives his cock deep inside my dripping cunt. I squeal into the couch at his incredible thickness. He groans as he uses me. Masters cock rubs against my gspot roughly. He feels my orgasm building deep inside me, and pulls out to deny me.
     His hands again are in my hair, and I find myself back on my knees at his mercy. “Today is all about my pleasure since you disobeyed me. Tongue out.” He forces himself back into my mouth. Holding my head he again gags me with his cock. I look up at him, black stains on my cheeks. Saliva forming tendrils connecting my mouth to his delicious cock. Master holds himself in my throat. He forces himself in and out. “Get me off with that pretty mouth. No hands, like a good little whore.” I obey excitedly deep throating him until my tongue meets his balls. I pull away, and suck the remaining saliva off of his cock. I twist my head up and down his shaft, side to side, picking up speed and finesse. He holds my head, cradling the base of my skull in the palm of his hand.
     “Now that my cock is soaked you’re going to bend over again and let me have your tight asshole, do you understand baby?” “Yes master.” I tremble at the treat he’s going to give me, and willingly obey. My pussy throbs in excitement of him deep inside my ass. He pushes me over, hand on the back of my neck. “You’re mine, you little cum slut. ALL mine.” And he gently begins pushing into me. He pulls away. Then pushes into my tight hole a little more. He pulls away again. This time he spreads my ass apart and plunges deeper into my ass. Spontaneously I squirt intensely cumming from being filled by him. I cry at feeling him dominate my ass. I tremble and quiver with each delicious thrust. “You’ve been such a good girl that you’re going to cum for me at the count of 3. 1…. 2… 3…” I cum the hardest I’ve ever cum before. Everything coming out of my mouth is a mix or gibberish and whimpers at the sheer pleasure. “Fuckkk! Dhshsuebdjxioebsg! Jesus… fuck! Yes master!” I cry in another delicious orgasm. He pushes me down by the small of my back and fills me with his hot cum, and smacks my ass again. “Feel good?” He kisses my back, and pulls me up giving me a romantic kiss on my trembling lips. “See what happens when you behave?”

Whips and chains next door to [m]e.

I used to live in an old Victorian that had been converted to apartment housing in Philadelphia. There were ups and downs to that particular style of apartment- it felt a lot more like a house, which was really nice. Buuuut they definitely cut some corners when converting to apartments. One of which was that the walls were so thin that they’d rip if you looked at them too rough. Which absolutely meant that if someone on the other side was fucking, you’d know about it.

Turns out our neighbors were pretty heavily into BDSM, which we discovered while they were fucking loudly next door. The walls were thin enough that you could hear the whips through them, which was…something. There were times when this was hot, but honestly a lot of the time it was annoying: we were all students, and it’s frankly kind of a dick move to be going at it loud as fuck at 2 AM.

So one time, we gave them back a dose of their own medicine. They started up around midnight, screaming, moaning, and all manner of noises related to whips and probably some kind of swing or something. We were not into such things, but fucking is fucking, and it certainly is possible to do it loudly. We got right up against the wall and went at it. Hard. Screaming. Moaning. Yelling obscenities.

Backseat Lover, Part Two [MF] [toys]

Today was supposed to be “just another day.” Wake up, go to work, survive 8 hours, then go home. I arrived at my office, ten seconds away from jerking off to r/BDSM, but before I knew it, I was three drinks in, and then balls deep into the asshole of the hottest 21 year old I had ever seen. That 21 year old? She’s currently driving to her home with my cum still in her ass.

I’m jittery my entire drive home, but when I get home, it fades. Initially, I felt I’d be a mess going home to my wife. Shaken, stirred and frightened. I kiss her normally, even through I cheated on her not even an hour ago. Yet, everything feels too normal. My son is playing with blocks in the living room while my wife rewatches last week’s episode of The Bachelorette. After giving her a carefully worded recount of how my day was, I head upstairs to shower and scrub every trace of Christine’s scent off my body.

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The Incubus’s Cave [M/M, BDSM, Fantasy]

Brad is humiliated when his girlfriend leaves him for a more well endowed man, Simon. But Simon has a secret. He’d formed a deal with an Incubus to increase his size. Now Brad will seek out that same Incubus and enter the demon’s depraved world. But will he ever get back out?

[Chapter One](https://thebawdypen.com/Reader?title=IncubusCave_Chap1)

[Chapter Two](https://thebawdypen.com/Reader?title=IncubusCave_Chap2)

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I [M] [44] attempt to explain my Reddit failure.

**I was ‘encouraged’ to post this here – x-post from** /u/sluttyconfessions

I’m still processing this, so this post is probably going to sound more like a stream of consciousness versus a steady stream of hot cum all over her pretty lower back *but* you were warned. My name is **Jeremy**. I’m 44, which by some standards on Reddit is considered old if not prehistoric to some of you – I acknowledge this. I’m a dad. I have three wonderful, healthy children. I was married to an almost-supermodel-esque woman for 16 years, and I’ve been divorced for the last three. Breaking up sucks. I see my two oldest kids going through all that bullshit – girls fucking with their heads, them making poor decisions, feelings, uncertainties and so forth. As a parent, you want to get involved but there’s a fine line, so I’ve come to the conclusion that if they don’t engage me, I leave it alone. My oldest, Jake is a sweetheart. He was ‘dating’ the sweetest girl for a bit. Then he fucked it up because he fell into the trap of peer pressure and tried to play a role – chicks don’t dig that, and she dumped his ass. You live and you learn, right?

One more night, and a lot more rope [MF][BDSM][kink]

I’ll let you in on a little secret: My stories are not 100% accurate.

Sometimes I forget things. Out of the first couple nights spent with my latest fucktoy, I forgot some incredibly fun moments. There was slowly dragging a wooden spoon over her butt, then spanking her until her entire ass had the cutest red glow. There was the moment where she hid the spoon under the covers, only to find out I packed two wooden spoons. There was the moment she hid that spoon, too.

And my personal favorite, when she was tied up and completely helpless, was me sitting just out of her reach and watching her struggle as I sketched her. I’m pretty proud of that work of art, too.

Sometimes I intentionally fudge details to hide the identity of the women I’m playing with. Other times, I edit down the sex amount, just to keep it in the believable realm, or to cut down on the repetition of the number of times I made her legs shake uncontrollably from cumming too hard.

I’m a sadist, and when I find that moment where I can completely control another person’s body, I don’t stop.

[FM] Boyfriend’s father after Breakup

This was quite an undiscussable topic the past few years but ever since it got aired out and all it I thought it might make good gws material.

This happened a few years back with an ex of mine who I dated for almost a year. I was just starting to do some interesting things on reddit back then under another alias and that was my business until he found out about me sharing sexy pictures online. Worse was I was sending them to a “master” for approval at the time because it was new and fun and harmless.

I never showed my face nor said I love you or anything of that nature. It was just a online kink of mine that was just blossoming at the time. I wasn’t in love of flirting, I was obeying and helping his sub grow with certain kinds of bdsm photos him and other girls he knew submitted.

I don’t sound like girlfriend material at this point do I? I naively thought that emotionally if I was giving my all to my ex that I was being a good girl while satisfying something that I wanted to explore outside of him, my sexuality. He wasn’t keen on me having a sexual image on social media at all.