[M/FF] The Wager [Part 8] [Chastity] [BDSM] [18]

With her hands on my little penis, I quickly rose to the occasion.
Looking over at Jill, I saw that she was receiving the same treatment.
What shocked the hell out of me was the moment the butler removed his clothes.
When he dropped his boxers, Jill let out a gasp that caused me to scan downward.
Everyone has heard the expression “Hung like a horse”, well this is the horse that everyone talked about.
Even flaccid, his cock had to be ten inches long, and thick as hell.
Taking Jill’s hand, he placed it upon his cock.
Jill looked almost afraid to touch this monster, yet as the seconds ticked by, she began stroking his cock.
As it rose to the occasion, Jill’s face underwent a transformation, from fear, and uncertainty, to joy, and anticipation.

Once this monster had reached it’s full potential, Jill dropped to her knees.
While the minutes ticked by, Jill began inspecting her prize, lifting his balls, to feel their weight, and heft.
When her attention focused on the cock in front of her, Jill ran her tongue along the crown, causing it to twitch in response.
Looking back towards me, Jill smiled, and winked.
Turning back, Jill opened her mouth, and took the tip between her lips.
Try as she might, Jill could get no more than the first couple on inches in her mouth.

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The Inspection and The Abduction [MF] [Humiliation] [Foreplay]

There were some pretty obvious flaws in my plan.

I kept thinking about them as I pulled up to the airport. First, this wasn’t my city. This was hundreds of miles away from what I’d consider my “hunting grounds.” I was limited to using my phone’s GPS to figure out where I was going.

That also meant that I didn’t really have a chance to stake out the airport before now. I didn’t really know how much security would be around, or cameras, or other people.

But I’ve been to dozens of airports before, and I knew there were some truths across the world – there’d be overpriced parking, there’d be tired people, and everyone everywhere was looking to get OUT of the airport, not wishing to spend an extra second there.

It was beautiful chaos for me, giving me just enough cover.

My usual suit and tie look doesn’t really stick out at an airport. And with a nice little sign, I blended in with other people waiting for people to get off the plane.

*CASSIE* written with a thick black sharpie.

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The night after fulfilling my second clients wish of becoming a bull. I was dreaming of the events that took place, but I wasn’t the one bent over being fucked, I was the one on top plowing my cock deep inside someone from behind them squirming, moaning in pleasure. My second client awoke something within me that’s been dormant for some time, The need to bend someone over and just fuck their brains out. I’m woken by a burning sensation in my groin growing becoming unbearable, It’s a feeling of insatiable lust needing to be released. I move my hands down to my groin wanting to fulfill the need, But instead of a familiar feeling of my clit and lips I feel a small bulge. I fling the covers off to see a precum drenched 3 inch cock where my pussy used to be with grape sized testicles underneath. The lust building inside I start to stroke myself as more precum is milked out of my cock helping to lube my hand making it easier to stroke myself. My orgasm quickly building with the help of my dream putting me on edge. I start to squirm the pressure in my groin growing as I clench trying to hold it in as long as I can, enjoying the pleasure, My cock becoming too sensitive for me to hold back any longer, my cock pulses in my hand. “Mmmmm” I moan in ecstasy as my cock sprays covering my thighs and stomach.

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[MF] Back when I was a PhD student, I turned a recently undergrad into my sex slave, and taught her to love being spanked.

A girl—no, now woman, unequivocally, though she’s still a girl to me, with some of those endearing habits left over from childhood that most of us, the unlucky ones, lose when we (supposedly) mature: in her case, biting her lip and casting her beautiful dark eyes to the ceiling as she considered a posed question—a woman kneels before me, her hands bound, her pert breasts thrust forward, the position revealing the contours of her ribs.

“Sir,” she whispers. “Do whatever you want to me.” I reach out and run my hand through her hair, black as pitch, dropping down to one breast as I pinch her nipple and begin to undo my belt.

How did we get here? Let me back up.

I was a PhD candidate in comparative literature a top university, one which was in the news a few years ago for student protests, and which continues to be in the news on occasion. During the tumult of the protests, many of my colleagues noted class attendance dwindling—not that they particularly minded, since most of us are farther left than even our most sincere little radicals.

Watching them Degrade My Wife [FFF]

“I want to be humiliated.”

Before we met my wife Anne had a strange sexual history. Her two best friends had shared a lot of her sexual firsts. They had encouraged and pushed each other, but they had also demeaned and degraded each other. It hadn’t been healthy.

Anne’s first time having anal sex had been with her best friend Jane’s boyfriend, because Jane wouldn’t do it. Anne had made Jane watch. In turn Jane had once convinced Anne to masturbate while Jane took pictures with an old Polaroid. Jane had shown the pictures to a fairly large number of people.

The third girl in the triangle, Emma, had been an instigator. She’d driven the other two to constantly push each other, to shame each other and to constantly escalate.

The dynamic during her sexual awakening had left its mark on Anne. Anne often switched between being very dominant and quite submissive in bed. So her pronouncement wasn’t a complete surprise. But she seemed more urgent, more strident, than she ever had before.

“You want to be dominated?” I asked cautiously. “Like a BDSM scene?”

[F]23 (verified) – My kinky list – Any other ideas?

Hello Reddit,

I’m a real girl who like to show off and share my slutty life with you! Why? Because reading all your beautiful comment make me really REALLY horny and help me to get off…

But today, you are not here for that! Here is my kinky list with all stuff I already did and I want to try:

– I stopped to count, but I think I slept with 25 different guys… more than one per year 😇
– I like exhibitionism, to wear short dress without any string.. (I will maybe share a photo or video of me in some shop soon if you want)
– I like… no I loooove to play with myself in public area… I already did train, plane, wood, pool, festival,…
– I had sex with previous boyfriend or strangers in my car, theater, my bed (obviously), in the middle of a party hidden with the smoke against a wall (It was super hot..), and so many other places.
– I tried some BDSM stuff, but I really would like to discover new things, like bondage or have a collar and submit totally to a man and a girl (yes I’m bi).
– I want to be dominant and find some pet to play, I already had one, it was really funny and it made me horny soooo much! I loved when I used the mouth of the guy whenever I wanted… 😈
– And so many other things! I will maybe do a QA one day.

My [F]irst experience being used when I was 22.

I(30F) first moved to this city 7.5 years ago. I was incredibly curious of bdsm and never really had a chance to explore it. I joined Fetlife almost immediately, and started talking to potential Doms / people I could learn from. I was 22 and met a man 39. We met for coffee once, he made me feel comfortable almost immediately. We talked through things I wanted to try, bondage, forced orgasm, and I made sure to tell him that I enjoy anal a lot. He suggested I come over for dinner and a “play date”. I was enthralled so I agreed.

Our First Date. [M30/F26][CNC/bdsm/anal]

We met online. It was still the time of a pandemic and multiple lockdowns throughout the year. I was deprived of physical touch. I hadn’t had sex in a year. I hadn’t even hugged anyone in months. Truth is, I didn’t even masturbate. Turns out, the whole “use it or lose it”-thing is actually true. As long as I didn’t touch myself, I didn’t feel the desire to. Which is weird, because usually my sex drive was pretty high.

At first he didn’t even stand out to me. But I matched with him anyway. He was pretty insistent. Once we started talking, it never really stopped. We got to know each other first, quickly moved onto flirting and eventually we got to the good stuff.

Now, there something I should tell you upfront. I’m a slut. I’m a dirty, disgusting slut. I love sex. I love it as hard, rough and dirty as possible. Of course I didn’t immediately tell him this. It might scare him away. He seemed experimental enough, but I wasn’t sure. Didn’t want to be too presumptious. Either way, he was cute enough and funny enough to have a drink with. We planned a date.

How Did I Get Here? Pt 2 [bdsm][chair bondage][sex toys][edging]

I lose track of time as I slowly go insane with desire. Pussy juice splashes onto the floor while tears run down my cheeks. My clit throbs repeatedly, and I’m surprised I haven’t cum already. If I concentrate hard enough, I’m sure I could. Almost as if someone can hear my thoughts, I feel a shock of electricity on my inner thighs, bringing me back to the present. I yelp around the cock gag, and my legs shake weakly.

At this point, I’ve given up control of my body. Sitting in the same position for so long has made my limbs numb. I no longer try to squirm and get out of the ropes. Awaiting the next sensation, I sit in anticipation, trying to guess what will happen.

I feel the strings around my nipples get even tighter. Wincing in pain, I wonder if they’re gonna get pulled off. I arch my back deeper trying to give them a break, but the machine pulls the thread taut again. Unable to move an inch, I whimper as more tears trickle down my cheeks.