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My Very First Orgasm… With A Partner [FM] [BDSM]

Yesterday was an amazing day! And I’d like to share my experience with all of you.

Quick context: I always been self conscious about orgasming and masterbating because I started exploring pleasure when I was fairly young and it was riddled with many negative emotions until I was much older. I’ve orgasmed many many a time, but only when I’ve been by myself. Over the last few years I’ve been on quite the journey of sexual self discovery which has led me to explore my bdsm kink, recently finding a dom to treat me like the good little slut I am, and today, finally letting go enough to orgasm during sex/play with someone else.

ONTO THE FUN STUFF:
As I was getting ready for Daddy’s arrival he messaged me saying he was eager to come over and start playing. By the time he got to my apartment, I was almost ready but not quite. I got the most important stuff done, shaving, showering, and getting my biggest (2.5”) plug in. I opened the door, teaming with anticipation, but without my hair or makeup done or my slutty outfit on. I figured that probably meant punishment ?. Read more »

Consummation of a Marriage: A fantasy genre erotica snippet [M/F, large tits, squirting]

**A focus-in from a blur – a royal suite with runes and sigils laden on the doors and bedposts**

Today was the day that the warlock Delacyr Vor married Princess Aurora of the House of Nine. She was sitting hesitantly on her four-posted canopy bed, the red silk hangings making her beautiful body stand out all the more. Her long hair fell in sandy locks to her waist. She wore a slim white gown of Ephesian silk–the best money could buy, and it was so thin and sheer that the outline of her breasts, perfect globes that still maintained a surprisingly firm bounce for such large breasts.

It wasn’t as if Aurora was a virgin. She’d had men before; virginity wasn’t a requirement. But she’d never slept with any of Vor’s people before–he came from the Ephesian tribes beyond the Gravespire Sea. The House of Nine had ruled Thessa for thousands of years, and individuals like Vor, who had skin blacker than sin and eyes to match, simply were unheard of in Thessa. Read more »

The Slave Girl: Chapter 3 [mf] [BDSM] [slave] [noncon]

While I was waiting for the attendant to return with the paperwork, I studied my new slave. Whatever name I chose would likely influence how she saw herself and how I saw her. I worried about giving her a name that a freeperson might have, lest it confuse her, but I wasn’t sure I wanted her to have a traditional slave name either. Slaves tended to be called things like “Fuckholes” and “Cockwarmer”. While such names would certainly remind her of her place, they were a bit tasteless in my opinion. A slave needn’t be named something so garish to drive home their purpose. I kept stroking her, and she turned to look at me with the same intense stare that had initially brought her to my attention- like a deer in headlights, I thought. Maybe something like Doe would be suitable. As I gazed at her wide eyes and freckled body, inspiration struck. I would name my slave Chital, after a type of spotted deer I had seen on a summer trip to India in my college days. She had turned away again. I tugged on the hair I’d been stroking to get her attention. Read more »

The Slave Girl: Chapter 2 [mf] [BDSM] [slave] [noncon]

After about five minutes, a woman came in. She was older, likely in her 50s or 60s, but she had a no-nonsense air about her that even I found slightly intimidating. She had handcuffs, a gag, and a riding crop attached to her belt, and behind me I heard the slaves scuttle to the back of their kennels, clearly frightened. I gestured to the girl in the corner kennel, who was now pressed against the back wall of her kennel, curled into herself.

“That one has caught my attention, but as I’m sure you know, she’s a bit… different. What’s her story?”

“Oh I’m aware. She came to us in a very typical way. Got herself into some debt she couldn’t get out of, didn’t have enough assets to cover it when the bank came after her, so they took her instead. She’s what we call a natural. Once in a blue moon, we’ll get a girl in like her. Like all new slaves, they’re scared at first, and maybe they’ll put up a token fight, but it’s in their personality to want to please. It’s useful for us- saves time and resources. They don’t really need to be broken if they are eager to obey in the first place, you see?” Read more »

The Slave Girl: Chapter 1 [mf] [BDSM] [slave] [noncon]

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Slavery had been legalized in my senior year of college, and ever since I had dreamed of the day I could finally buy my own slave-girl. After eight years of living well below my means, I had nearly paid off my college debt, purchased a modest home in a small city, and slowly amassed the exorbitant amount of money that was now stuffed in my wallet as I stepped into the nondescript warehouse building that housed the slave market. Slavers didn’t exactly take credit cards.

Once inside, I was surprised to find a rather sterile-looking lobby, not unlike a doctor’s office. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected- torches on the walls and the clatter of chains? A young woman sat behind a desk, her brow furrowed in concentration and her computer keyboard clacking away. I cleared my throat. She glanced up at me.

“Can I help you?”

I suddenly found myself nervous. I was silent for a moment before replying. “Yes, I was hoping to take a look at your available female slaves”.

“Ah. Just go through the door on the left and then the first door on your right. Good luck!” Read more »

Sadistic Procedures (One) [MF][BDSM]

Make her hold the fleshlight between her legs. Have her be naked, prostrate on the bed. Have her hands bound to keep her from interfering. And nestle it there, against her cunt. The dimpled plastic exterior in direct contact with her most intimate parts. Tell her to hold it in place with her thighs.

Take your clothes off. Straddle her chest. Hold your dick in your hand and masturbate it in front of her face. She may squirm. You can put an end to this with a stern look. She may open her mouth pleadingly, begging. Hungry. That look on her face (*this isn’t FAIR*) can be safely ignored.

Masturbate until you’re hard and you can feel your balls tightening. Your body tensing ready to expel your entire being through the head of your cock. Until you can feel an edge approaching. Pause, panting. Smile down at her. She may say something at this point. Something like, “Please.”

Lie on top of her, your face as close to hers as your cock was a minute ago. Close enough that you could kiss her. Pull back if she tries to kiss you. Place a hand over her mouth if necessary. Insert yourself into the fleshlight. Let her see you groan with pleasure, that faraway look on your face. Read more »

The Hunt Part 5, Clean Up

Recap: The Hunt is an invite only BDSM event where couples and singles find new partners for the event by playing an adult hide and seek with BDSM overtones. Its held on the land of a private alternative lifestyle club in northern Michigan. My wife Harley and I are attending for the first time where I have just left the Hunt with my newly captured prey, a beautiful curvaceous redhead with tribal tattoos and pale skin, leading her by my collar and leash.

The Clean Up

We walked back into the main area after checking in with the Game Warden to record the capture and to grab a few bottles of water. The Game Warden marked down my name and camp location as well as her number. This leads to me realizing as we walked away from the hunting grounds I still didn’t know the name of the woman now mine for the night.

“What’s your name?’ I asked as we walked.

“Whatever you want it to be,” she replied. Her voice was low and smokey but sweet like sultry desire draped in innocence. Read more »

Sara’s Self Discovery Part 3

Sara spent the next couple of months being a good mother to a beautiful little girl named Sasha.

During this time we talked every day, yet Sara was not quite ready to fully resume our sexual play.

Oh we teased each other and did talk about our sexual histories, yet I felt that there was something that Sara was holding back, something that she was reluctant to talk about.

However I hinted that whatever she told me in confidence would be kept strictly between the two of us.

Sara had hired a nanny to assist her in caring for Sasha due to her and her husbands hectic life and work schedule.

This was a blessing for her, allowing her to be less frantic and care for her daughter with less worry.

It was in the third month that Sara’s libido returned and returned with a vengeance.

Sara was over at my place taking break from motherhood for a few hours.

While talking about nothing in particular Sara knocked over her glass, spilling milk across the kitchen table.

She began to grab for the roll of paper towels to clean up her mess. Read more »