Kinky Advent 12/24 [F] [Bi] [bdsm]

Thinking it would be an easy task to ‘only send a naughty pic’ from a dancy night out yesterday made me act negligent regarding my other assignments as well. So with that I added 4 dashes to my tally yesterday eventhough my Dom was assigning me an easy task after the original idea for day 12 fell through. Thinking about it I grudgingly have to admit I tend to get a little careless as soon as he’s showing a more lenient approach. Seems like the more effort is needed the higher my motivation. Reflecting on that since morning I’m giving yesterday’s task a 8/10 in intensity.

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See my previous post for an explanation of the title and stay tuned for the next day’s :) I’ll try to post some pictures somewhere around here so check out my profile if interested!

The Master and his Pet from TheCliterature.com [M/F] [BDSM]

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He reached for a small feather, which he always kept on the nightstand. Master brushed the feather across my skin, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He rubbed his fingers on my pussy as he glided the feather down my back. I whimpered when Master took out a leather strap. He smacked my ass with the belt, the sound filled the air. My ass stung as he slapped it with the strap again. Then Master placed the belt on the bed, cupping my breasts.

He squeezed my tits and a tingly pain shot through me. My gaze drifted to my Master’s thick cock. He was gloriously naked. I wanted to touch him but I couldn’t. Master would punish me if I touched his body without permission.

He circled his fingers on my nipples as he rolled it between his forefinger and thumb. I felt a vibration in my pussy, and I moaned out. Master pressed a small vibrator against my pussy lips, and I cried out.

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The further adventures of Frank and Karen or Once upon a train ride. [MF] [Oral] [Anal] [BDSM]

(Part 3) THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF FRANK AND KAREN

Sex, sex, sex.
“Have I got your attention Frank?
That’s what it’s all about.
Everywhere you look, everywhere you go it’s sex that drives the world.
Ever since I began this line of research I have marveled at the variety of sex and sexual expression that people have used to sooth their inner beast.
Did you know there is a tribe in the Amazon that teaches it’s young about sex by giving up close, in your face demonstrations to their children beginning around the age of six?
Another group in China where it’s the parents responsibility to have sex with their teenage children to educate them.”

“I think I have missed out on a lot of living by having been raised in such a restrictive household.
That’s one of the reasons I want to explore my sexuality.
I haven’t done much so far in fact you are probably the first person to benefit from my how shall I say “studies”.
There is so much I want to try I have no idea where to start.” She told me.
“Well I think the first place to begin would be to throw out any ideas you might have had based upon what your family and upbringing has stuffed into your head.

“Evie’s Date” (MF, BDSM , Mdom, Fsub – 2,621 words)

**Evie’s Date**
by All These Roadworks (2019).

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Evie had never had much luck in romance. She met nice guys, she dated them, she got as far as sex – and then the problems would begin. She never seemed to get very aroused. The men would think she wasn’t interested – and the truth was, she kind of wasn’t. She wasn’t asexual – she wanted sex – but her pussy just never seemed to get very wet when the time came. The men would politely back off, and the relationship would end. They clearly thought she was frigid, and Evie began to think that they were right.

Eventually, Evie’s friend Shauna, frustrated, set Evie up on a date with a man named Julius.

“Shauna, I don’t need another date with some guy,” Evie complained.

“Give this a go,” urged Shauna. “Julius is… different. If it doesn’t work, I’ll stop hassling you.”

And so Evie found herself dressed up, nervous, waiting on a stool at a cocktail bar for Shauna’s mysterious friend. She had come early, and now regretted it, as she was filled with pre-date nerves.

WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 13 Lead Singer Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO)

Clarissa face going from embraced to panic, “What time is it?” “Why you got a hotter date then your wild fantasy.. it’s (looking at the wall clock) only sex to ten, (her hand dipping down as her eyes closed) I still have hav.. ti.. Ooooh..” Pixel’s coffee mug clattered to the countertop, her moaning was intermittent.
Grabbing the nearest bottoms Clarissa could see and the white top from the bed post, she shimmied into the clothes before grabbing her backpack. “Let’s see Mr. Goth is supposed to be in art class” Clarissa was digging for the recorder missing any sign that might get her closer to him.
“Good morning class, today you will be painting a naked model” waving at the newest person in the room. “Found it and it’s on..” Clarissa was talking to her self not even paying attention to the Professor. “Are you done yet young lady, would you like to join us for what you where hired for” look Clarissa up and down and imagining that is one hot slut to be dressed in her panties and a tied off tee-shirt that just barely covered her nipples. “Very well the floor is yours, strip and be marry” with that he said his piece and retreated from the art room. The class was waiting for her to “strip”, “Umm, Professor strip in.. (see one of the wanted adds) one young girl who would like to be.. naked!” Turning back to the class with terror in her eyes, “If I want to get the (swallowing hard) story I must do it..” even in her fleeting thoughts she never thought she would be a nude model for a class. Once again turning around with her back to the class. Gripping the sides of the borrowed shirt and pulling the white see through guys undershirt off her slender frame. Feeling her tits screaming for freedom from the confines of the white prison, the heavy thud of each breast that ended in a jiggly happy dance. “Everything is ok.. cum on you can do this” Clarissa was giving her self another pep talk. “Ok (hooking either side of the panties) one, two (just like ripping off a Band-Aid, quick and to..)..” seeing two lesbians she recognized from Journalism 1+1. The thigh gap was over rated in Clarissa’s home town now she could see why. “Please, don’t let me cum. Please please please” saying her silent pray to which ever goddess’s was listening. Hearing brushes slapping on the paint, charcoal as it scrapped it’s dark huge across the canvas, the awes cuming from a the charcoal artist. Feeling the womanly grasp of a hand on her ass, closing her eyes as a light moan escapes her lips. “Ooo Ooooh.. What are you doing you love cock!” Clarissa’s moan turned inwardly once again looking for a way out. “Okay now that I have control I can.. Ooooh fuckkk yesss..” Clarissa’s mouth just betrayed her as her thoughts turned reality into a new side of Clarissa’s sexual high. “What’s that smell (taking a deep whiff) it smells like (one more deep whiff) cum?” The question was written all over her face. “If I can smell this it means that somebody else can smell it too (changing positions as the smell became intoxicating) I just wonder who is the cum whore (her legs where already slick with cum)” Clarissa thoughts where becuming a blur of raw emotions. With each pose her defenses started to break down, with the little chance of salvation should she try to shake the feeling of helplessness or “No.. it can’t happen! Bad kitty, you are so bad.. Ooo yes Ooooh yesss OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk yesssssssss..” Clarissa insides went numb as her body quaked from the orgasm. This new pose was one of desperation, bent over a desk with her ass pressed against a hard cock, legs spread with a lesbians mouth licking, sucking, munching on her pussy and all Clarissa could do is cum hard. “Very good Mr. Goth.. you my go” the Professor dismissed Clarissa’s one chance for her interview. “Wait before feeling sad I must.. Ooooh fuckkk (hips started to buckle the deeper the lesbians tongue got) yesss yesssssssss.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” gripping the desk as the cock she was pressed against started to pump her swollen pussy.

Kinky Advent 10/24 [F] [Bi] [bdsm]

So I’ve been quite casually wearing some cuffs made out of rope at a bar today, enjoying a nice cup of coffee, a good book and only one or two stares by other guests and staff ? Today’s assignment was to wear those handcuffs at a public place and since I’m supposed to take a pic of me fulfilling the task and send it to my Dom, I was ruminating mostly about how to take a proper pic.Taking a trip to the countryside today I wasn’t even sure I’d find a place ‘sufficiently public’ that would be to my Dom’s content. Turns out after yesterday today’s task felt pretty easy, so it’s a 4/10 for intensity.

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See my previous post for an explanation of the title and stay tuned for the next day’s :) I’ll try to post some pictures somewhere around here so check out my profile if interested!

[MF]The hardest I ever made [m]y ex[f]iance cum

For preface, my ex and I were into mild BDSM, with her as the sub and me as the dom. For the sake of the story, we will call her Megan. As I said in my last story, when you have a huge dick, some girls (not all) will let you do things to them that they wouldn’t normally do in bed.

This story begins as any other good story does, with Megan and I in our bedroom. I liked to play a game with her where I would slowly move my hand up and down her thigh, getting slightly closer to her pussy each time, and after 5 minutes of this, she suggested we move to the bed.

I wrapped one arm underneath her and began using my other hand to gently caress one of her breasts, giving slight squeezes while making a circular motion around her already stiff nipples, getting closer and closer, but careful to not touch yet. She moaned softly into my ear, and I gently flicked her nipple back and forth and occasionally gently pinching it.

[MF] Fabrice & Maeva – Tale of innocence

My sexual life as an adult begins at 18 years old, finally opening up freely to the various facets of eros, with fresh eyes and a deep curiosity for the unknown. A friend of my brother was caught by my innocent look and happy demeanor. It didn’t take long before he found excuses to visit my family a tad too often. One day, he slipped me a little book before departing from his latest visit.

Well known amongst the BDSM crowd, this was a book detailing the life of a sexy submissive. Being easily impressed, eager to discover and an avid reader, I devoured the book in just a few hours.

A few days went on, during which I masturbated furiously while imagining myself being in the heroine shoes… or shackles.

This friend, Fabrice, worked at the University as a teacher’s assistant while completing his own studies. He asked me to join him there and to bring the book with me. I was definitely stressed but couldn’t pass up this opportunity. What is a young female ready for intimacy but awkwardly inexperienced to do? I went there, no sex appeal in my clothing, just very innocent and eager.

Kinky Advent 9/24 [F] [Bi] [bdsm]

Today’s assignment was to order in some food and open the door for the delivery person only wearing a towel. And of course to let the towel slip down. My Dom found my 10/10, meaning I did not perform the task as required. I wore a white shirt without a bra and panties to open the door hoping that would maybe lessen the extent of punishment for not fulfilling an assignment. Not really confident it worked, but let’s wait and see.

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Christmas party interrupted & Kinky Advent 8/24 [fM] [bdsm] [Str8]

She could hear Sheryl laugh. Another one of her dad’s co-workers. Muffled by two closed glass doors she could still recognize that infectious sound. Sheryl would throw her head back while laughing, she could almost see her do it, listening to the faint sounds from the on-going Christmas party.

‘Let’s go to Sam’s office, it’s the only one with a proper door on this floor.’, he mumbled.

So, it was finally happening. After 3 months of working at her fathers office and only talking to Andrew during short lunch breaks, she’d finally get him alone. Andrew was her father’s new colleague. Though not as old as her dad he was still almost 25 years her senior and what they were about to do was feeling even more thrilling because of that age difference. At least Laura hoped they would finally do what she had been fantasizing about for weeks now.

They weren’t touching each other anymore, he had let go of her hand when they had entered the room. The office was faintly lit by the yellowish light of the street lamps. The drawn blinds cutting casting striped shadow patterns on the wall.