Tag: BDSM

I love watching you submit, part 1 [OC] [MF] [light BDSM] [first person]

When you draw in that first, gasping breath I know that I’ve got you. The bashfully awkward small talk when you arrive, the pretense of turning on a movie or tv show, the shy cuddles…those are all just formalities. We both know why you’re here, we both know what is going to happen, and yet in the beginning boldness escapes both of us.

Eventually snuggling up turns to teasing touches. The fake “shifting positions” that brings my hand up underneath a breast or makes it drop below your waist happen more regularly until at last we finally cross that invisible “okay, fuck it” line and begin to make out.

I’ve always hated that “dance”, which is weird for me because I enjoy building anticipation. Lately though I’ve been able to use it to my advantage. It can become fuel for my intensity, and I can channel my hunger through it to you.

All pretenses aside, you’ve probably been waiting for me to make a move. Maybe you’re even a little annoyed at how long I am taking. That’s good. Because we’ve been candid in the past, you know what I like, you know I’m kinky, you’ve hinted pretty blatantly that you’re into the things I am. So, when we finally get things going, you’re in a good place for me to contrast my timid, weak display of escalation with my love for control and dominance. Read more »

[MF]Next Time, be Nicer to Him [rough][rape][bdsm][face fucking]

“ I’m not attractive enough you slut? I don’t have abs. I don’t have muscles. Huh. You don’t like my face? You want a man who’s strong and successful? Well who am I now?” He smile such a sadistic smile.

He was fucking her hard. Each thrust was after each word he said. His hands gripping her hips so she couldn’t move. There was no way for her to escape with her hands tied behind her back and her ankles tied together. Her face down in her own matters. Tears flowing down her face. She had stop asking him to stop ten minutes ago. He was still fucking her pussy.

“You’ve has so many men use this pussy. Cum in this pussy. I’m like the free one you get in a bakers dozen. Instead of being tossed aside I’m going to toss you aside. I’m going to cum in you. Fill your disgusting slutty pussy up with my cum. I’m not talking about one cum and I’m done. I’m draining my balls into you. Again and again. Until I physically can’t anymore. Here Cinderella the first round. “ he finished talking with a spank to her ass. Read more »

11 minutes later, she knew she was mine [mf][bdsm][rope]

11 minutes. That’s all it took.

Sure, in theory there was more preparation than that. We had been chatting for a couple weeks, and I casually collected information on her – self defense training, normal workout habits, the general size difference between the two of us (none, rarely and a whole foot shorter).

And we already had an exhausting 4-hour sex marathon two nights before, enough so that we both agreed to take a night off to recover.

But the rest was making her cocky, and she kept challenging me.

“Fight me,” she said.

We both finished up our work for the night and headed to the hotel. It was about 15 minutes closer to me, so I warned her that I’d be setting my traps.

First I laid some rope lines under the mattress. Hotel furniture design is notorious for not having any good anchor points to tie to, but I made do. The weight of a mattress with a body on top of it is a lot of friction. And I added some shackles to those ropes for quick use before hiding them under the covers. Read more »

The time [M]y ex [F] moved cross country and seduced me out of a relationship

This happened a couple of years ago. Some minor details have been altered to protect the innocent and guilty. I’m not proud of my actions, but that summer was the hottest and most lust-driven I’ve ever had, and I still think about it. I will be keeping dialogue sparse and paraphrased because unlike seemingly a lot of the people who write here, I don’t have total recall. I will **bold when the sexy stuff happens** for those who don’t like build and backstory.

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I dated Jess for two years while we both attended art school on the East Coast. We both played music, and our musical collabs quickly turned sexual, and eventually romantic. She was a tall (5’10) brunette with almond shaped amber eyes, rosy cheeks and a cute pointed nose. She skinny and curvy with pretty little breasts, and a magnificent ass that filled out some delicious thighs. She had a very sexual energy. There’s always a flirtatious fire-y look in her eye, and she had lots of casual sex before we became a bit more serious. She and I explored kink and BDSM together. She was very good at playing the innocent sub seductress. It drove me crazy. In short, 10/10 sex life. Read more »

Getting [F]ucked in the Louvre [M]

I hope I dont get in trouble for this

This is a real story that happened last year when I was doing Erasmus in Paris. It was one of the craziest things I’ve done, but you’ve probably read crazier shit here haha

So when this happened I, (22 f) was already living in Paris for 4 months, and my ex FWD texts me that he will be in Paris for a few days and wants to « hang out ».

I knew something was going to happen because we had insane sexual chemistry and were sexting the whole time I was abroad so I was really excited.

So he comes and surely enough we have mind-blowing sex the second he arrives to my place. This guy was a beast in bed, he never got tired and he was into really rough sex, so by the second day he was there I was already walking funny.

Other than bdsm, this guy really liked public action. I had sucked his dick on a bus before, in a park, in a club bathroom..etc but never really FUCKED somewhere public. Read more »

The best birthday party, pt 6 [MF] [BDSM] [MDom] [swing] [oral]

We drank more, and then I guess a bit around midnight Mary asked to be taken upstairs.

Mary was slightly older than the rest of us but not by much. She was of South Asian origin and had beautiful brown skin, sleek long limbs, dark brown eyes, long black hair. and small but perky breasts. She liked to be hurt and she wasn’t really in to affection. She was a lot of fun to torture.

She had worn businesslike clothes and undressed in a businesslike manner, revealing and quickly discarding businesslike underwear. I noticed Monica, saint that she is, had snuck in at some point between Sandra leaving and now, changed the sheets, and left out my toolkit. I ordered her to lie spreadeagle on her back on the bed, and I attached the restraints and used the ratchet to pull her taut. She’d bought her own gag from home she preferred better, and the stuff we were doing was safe enough that we could make do with safe handsigns so I used that. Read more »

The further adventures of Frank and Karen Part 4 [MF] [BDSM]

With a final look back, as a one they all said thank you and left.
Hanging onto my shoulder while she recovered from her orgasm she kissed me and said.
“You sir are an evil wicked man, I think I love you!”

Walking away from the park we began to head over to the train station.
“Karen, when exactly do you need to be back in Chicago?”
“Well technically I don’t need to be back until the day after tomorrow.” She replied.
Looking over the train schedule I searched for the “red eye” train.
“Karen let’s change our tickets for the midnight train.”
“Why.”
“Karen, do you remember the train scene from the movie “Risky Business?” I asked her.
After a moment’s thought I saw a wicked evil grin cross her face.
“Damn, I always wanted to do that.
If we can pull that off it would be so cool.
But Frank, didn’t we kind of do that when we first met?”
“Well kind of but the difference this time is we are going to be a lot less inhibited.
Also if we play this right, we may find a car that is empty.
There should be a lot less people on the midnight train.
That should be a big advantage.” I told her. Read more »

Crawl To Me [Mf, bdsm]

By 6:55 PM, Mia’s one small overnight bag was hidden in the closet and out of the way. She could have used a drink but it would be rude to start by herself. She knew that she would have to wait until he got there, at least. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, her brunette hair tied up, her long curls gently resting on her neck. This is where she met him once month so he could remind her that he owned her body and that her only option was to submit to him.

Things weren’t always this way but there was a routine now. An understanding. She couldn’t help but run her hands over her lips, her neck, her freshly shaven legs in anticipation of his touch. As she walked around the familiar room, she remembered what had happened there. What he had gotten her to do, despite herself. He had single handedly transformed her from a shy and reserved girl to depraved toy to be played with. Read more »

Summer’s Second Trip (NC, gang bang, bondage, BDSM, cum play, rope play, nipple torture)

(This is a different story but with the same character. I was very busy during the new years, and didn’t get to continue Summer’s story. So I figure I get her to another series of events, with the last one taking place a few years ago.)

*It had been two years since Summer’s ordeal. After a week of captivity, the captors had released our young Summer on the side of the road. She was treated, hospitalized and had undergone intensive therapy to overcome her trauma. Two years in and she was fine. Or so she told everyone.*

*Summer now works on an ocean liner. She finds that the mobility that comes with such a job allows her to remain anonymous. On land, she was the famous sex slave. Her name and face plastered all over the news. She had book deals. On open and international waters, no one in the past six months she’s been employed as a hotel manager on the cruise knew who she was. Perhaps they did, but they couldn’t care less. There was more fun to be had with alcohol and parties than rallying focus on a girl who was kidnapped.* Read more »

The moment before a good decision [MF] [BDSM]

There’s that moment, right before you meet someone, that can be agony.

You start to regret the promises you made, or you start to worry that maybe they were catfishing you. Or worse, they won’t respect limits.

The anxiety of that moment can ruin an otherwise perfectly good night.

I’ve been lucky enough that I have found some wonderful women that have pushed past that moment. And I’ve had other nights where we get all the way to my hotel room, only to have some secret phantom touch her heart and make her have to leave.

I let them go if they must, because I’m not a monster.

She was in the garage, waiting. I went down to the lobby to meet her. The moment of agony stretched deeper. 

I didn’t want to let this one go. We’d been chatting for just over two weeks, and the connection was near-instantaneous. She was a short, smart girl with a cute face and really nice tits, plus just enough of a brat mentality to provoke me.

I really wanted her. Read more »