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Chapter 8 – The Covenstead
Tag: BDSM
The first date of a summer fling [FM] [Mild CNC]
This summer I [M30] met a girl. She [F26] wrote to me on a bdsm site I frequent (think fetlife) and we hit it off almost immediately. She was gorgeous in her pictures, as well funny, bantering, smart and very, very kinky. Our primary mutual kink was cnc/rapeplay (her being a brat), but we talked about several other kinks we were interested in, including anal, sleep sex, fear play, etc. Since her main kink was to be used like a toy for her partner’s pleasure, she outright said that if we ended up sleeping together I would have carte blanche to do whatever I wanted with her (within reason, obviously).
As you might imagine, I was quite excited to meet her. However, since I was in the middle of moving from one city to another (she lived about an hour outside the city I was moving to), it took a few weeks until we managed to find a date that suited us both. We finally decided to meet up after work on a Friday night. Since this was our first time meeting and she would have to catch the train home at about 10 pm, I suggested just going to a nearby bar for a few drinks to see if we would hit it off. She instead suggested we go play pool, and while I am a pretty poor pool player, I was obviously not gonna decline.
First Step [F19,M19] [Fdom][Msub][Long][Foot Worship][Bondage][Hypnosis][Light Humiliation]
Becky sat on the chair looking at me as I stood before her. One of the most popular girls in high school, I had been happily surprised when she started showing interest in me, not that I was hated by my peers or anything; I had my clique of friends and was known to be charming and funny but nowhere was I in the same league as Becky. A slender, athletic redhead with green eyes I had thought myself lucky to get her attention, though some doubts had started to emerge lately as to how fortunate I really was.
“You did a great job editing the videos I gave you, a really good job. Honestly, I thought you would have more trouble considering what was on them” she said coyly. I felt myself blushing, after initially approaching me last week at the school swimming competition, she had asked me for her help in editing certain videos of hers, videos she used for her side business she had said, videos I soon discovered that seemed exclusively to revolve around BDSM and her domination of various people, men and women who she had tied and teased and tortured in a variety of creative ways. After the initial shock, I had been incredibly intrigued and more than a little aroused so I had worked hard to get the videos edited as best I could and now, she had come to “giver her puppy a reward” as she had put it on the phone.
Feeding Time, part 2 [M45/F31] [lactation, hucow, mindbreak, drugs, oral, impreg, BDSM]
*Bzzz*
It was 9:58 am. My phone pinged with the email alert from HR. Between my sick day, personal time, and vacation, I’d managed to be approved for the next 3 weeks for time off. Laura, the HR rep, had sent over a message with a sad face.
*Hope you feel better soon!*
I felt a little bad about lying to her. But the guilt slowly faded as I looked up the high-rise building at the address that “HucowFarmer69” had sent me in our message thread. We hadn’t officially traded phone numbers. For some reason, I still had some reservations about that.
“I’m here,” I typed out. A moment later, his response popped up.
“Good girl. Right on time. I’ll buzz you in.”
I ignored the little twitch in my stomach at the words “Good girl” as I reached for the handle of the glass doors at the top of the stoop. The harsh buzzer rang out along with the *click* of the latch, and I let myself into the lobby of the building.
His Darkest Secret [femdom] [bdsm] [real] [femdom] [extreme] [fearplay] [execution] [new] [F25/m44]
To say it started innocently enough would not be a fair statement. He had a very good idea of what he was getting himself into when he sent his first follow up message to his application; he had for a long time fantasized about what it would be liked to be condemned to death and face his execution, even more so, his executioner. He could remember the first time these feelings ever came up, watching a History Channel show on the group convicted and hanged conspiracy in the assassination of Abraham Lincoln including Mary Surratt – all hooded, led to the gallows and killed.
Now the normal reaction to this would be to turn away or simply cringe, instead he found himself wondering what it felt like to be told by the judge he would be killed, then hooded and led to the gallows in shame, and then eventually hanged for some crime. The more he thought about it, the harder his cock became until he eventually made a makeshift hood and masturbated to the scenario running through his mind. To that day, one of the most satisfying orgasms he could remember.
Feeding Time, part 1 [F31/M40] [masturbation, anonymous, meetup, hucow, lactation]
This is a work of fiction. Please no DMs.
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It started after I’d attended my 5th Wedding of the year.
I guess you could say I’d gone done something of a rabbit hole. Scrolling through Reddit night after night, sick of being single and nervous about the ticking of my biological clock… was I ready for kids? I didn’t know.
What I DID know was that I’d started to explore kinks I’d never thought I’d be into before. And the posts and videos that turned me on the most were of other women like me, dressed up in little cow outfits (sometimes they even had butt plugs with tails), wearing collars with bells, and most importantly, dripping milk from their engorged breasts.
These women were all shapes and sizes. It wasn’t the same old clips of porn stars or Only Fans favorites with perfect bodies–these were women with real-looking tits. Tummy pouches. Cellulite.
And if you believed the comments, men fucking LOVED it.
[T] (29) Trans Girl’s Halloween Weekend Adventures, Part 2
My last story got some good responses in some places, so I decided that I am going to go ahead and share the next part of the night. For those that missed the first part, check my profile. Also, for those messaging me asking what I look like there are photos on my profile and my display photo. If I wanted to show more I will. All my stories are 100% real. If you believe them or not is on you.
The TL:DR from part 1: I went out with friends to a bar, flirted with a cute goth girl and a few other cute queers, and then got a message from a guy I been chatting with in Grindr. Met up with Grindr dude at his car in the parking garage and ended up bent over the hood of his car and filled with cum. After the hook up, I got a text from the cute goth girl.
I was probably standing in the middle of the garage with a huge smile on my face looking at the message. I don’t know about you, but queer people know how to flirt, even in the simplest of text messages. For the sake of not calling her “goth girl” a million times, I am going to name her Sara. Of course that’s not her real name, we got to protect the “innocent.”
[MF] [MFM] [MMMF] My nymphomaniac college girlfriend
Courtney and I met during our senior year (2015-2016) at Tulane University. She had posted on the anonymous app Yik Yak asking if anyone wanted to go to a Halestorm concert with her. A freshman couple and I responded, so it was almost like a double date. We drank and danced with each other, which naturally led to some exploring hands and making out. We ended up back at my dorm around 2 AM where we fucked that same night. I took Courtney first in doggy, followed my missionary. I asked if it was safe to cum inside, and when Courtney said yes, I made sure to shoot as deep as possible inside her. Courtney began to leave, but I asked her to stay the night. I had become instantly hooked on Courtney’s incredible tits, hourglass hips, smooth Eastern European skin, angelic blonde hair, and most of all her insanely tight pussy. I guess Courtney found me attractive and nice enough to give me a shot at dating her, since she agreed and we cuddled before falling asleep.
The time I 25[F] had an intense BDSM Session with a cougar 50s[F]
A few weeks ago, I met my ex’s mom at a Swinger’s event which led to this awesome meet-up. I visited
her not long after this.
When I arrived old memories came back, she still lived in the house I knew but she renovated the place. It now has a ‘clean’ modern style. Her youngest son, Tommy Jr. (I changed the names, he was named after his father), 24 years old and apparently studying economics, still lives at home. He wasn’t home, so Lucy and I had the place to ourselves. She invited me in and sat me down with a drink and explained today’s plan: Everything that happens today is voluntary, completely consensual and I can say no at any time to anything. We also talked about special kinks and our limits. After that was settled, we chit-chatted for a while. Her life during and after the divorce and my time since my ex were the main topics.
A scene (BDSM, breathplay, seduction)
“I want you to tell me how much you want it.”
His fingers tapped my tear-stained cheek. His thumb dug in the other side on my jaw. He shook my head a little side to side, exaggerating the move I already made: my shake of denial. And my body shook in want. And I was so ashamed. But I wanted it more than anything; I wanted the belt. It hung around my neck where he had left it.
“I want to hear you say it. Come on, say it.”
We walked. Him forward. Me back. Baby steps towards an undeniable wall. Tears streamed down my face.
“Say it. Come on. Say it.”
He tapped my cheek a little harder as I panted with the effort of speech.
“I can’t,” I whispered. “I can’t.”
“Yes you can. Say you want it. Say it. Say you want me to use the belt.”
The buckle jangled a decorative promise at my throat. His shoulder loomed large, a pyramid to obscure the sky, a secret tomb through which I’d see what’s written in the stars.