[25M18F] Shy and Nervous Beginner Wanted to Try CNC, But the Initial Plan Fails. {Reddit Success} [Slow Burn] [Detailed] [Nonfiction] [CNC] [Blackmail] [Face/Throat Fucking] [Throatpie] [Age-play] [Road Head]

(Permission was given to post this story from the girl after showing it to her, she also gave me her side to help)

After a bad experience with a hookup on tinder (she ignored the safeword when I let her dom), I realized that getting into the BDSM scene is sketchy and people have genuinely strong fantasies for scenes they’ve never done, but have no idea how to go about acting upon them with someone. So I decided, since I’m dom with few limits, experience, and a lot of patience, I could be a trainer. I went onto tinder and got matches who wanted to try kinks and I tried training them. I quickly realized that I loved training beginners. And learned to see if they were happy or were discovering a limit they didn’t expect.

My first time getting used at a glory hole [F] multiple [cream pies] and [gangbang] 💕

I spent a lot of my years in dungeons, sex parties as and was pleased to be chosen as a submissive to various Masters. However, after a physical yet not virtual dry stint during the pandemic, I felt myself yearning to be used, punished and tantalized due to spending so much time sexually and mentally pent up. I desperately was craving that intimacy, power exchange and relinquishing control to a total stranger, allowing them to use and degrade my body in the way that I deserve and crave. I had noticed it was seeping more and more into my personal life, I was becoming more submissive and suggestive towards people in power above me, making an effort to dress myself in a revealing way, searching for that Dominant force to find me, guide me and use me in the ways I had grown to miss and need.

After the Great Shift [scifi] [historic] [chastity] [femdom] [bdsm] [oc] [real] [fiction] [extreme] [F28/F30/m28]

By the time Joe found himself in the bathroom of her apartment, Googling the logo she had tattooed on her forearm, it was already too late. One drink had completely overwhelmed him, and the room was spinning faster and faster. For the years following what had been called “The Great Shift,” he had always been so careful, but this time he’d let down his guard and for that he was about to pay.

Growing up in the early 2000’s, Joe always felt like he stayed towards the middle on things; he focused on being a good human first, and everything else second. Even in his early 20’s, as the world changed into a dystopian society where even the idea of what defined a woman was openly questioned, he tried to rationalize both sides of the argument. It was a bit of a surprise that during the uprisings leading to the shift, that he would openly support the side of the biological females pushing to have control of society.

At the Farm – Part 3 [F18/F18/M20/F36/M50] [Mdom, D/S, Spanking, BDSM]

Maja, wife of Sigvard Karlsson and stepmother of his son David, wagged her plump ass as the young, clean-shaven man stood behind her. She gasped as he took a firm grip around her hair and smacked her buttocks. She felt the usual shameful arousal when his stiff manhood pressed against her wet pussy. She embraced his shaft with muscles inside her cunt, met his hips as they began moving in a steady rhythm. His hand slid around her waist, reached to stimulate the pink pearl hidden on top of her wet folds. She spun like a cat as he firmly pulled her hair and increased the speed.

Maja saw herself gazing back from the mirror at front of the bed. Even though she was only four years from her forties, she was still hanging on the the beauty that had made her so notorious during her youth. Her looks had of course changed, but in the best possible way. A safe, shielded life had kept her skin smooth. Her discipline regarding food, alcohol and tobacco made her body well-rounded instead of thick or sinewy. And still had no major wrinkles or gray hairs had made their entrance.

28[F4M] NV Daddy’s Little Whore💜. [Married to Crime.]

Hello there 18+ or 20+ please. Read everything. Long term.

(Read all please.) (Preferred age for the Top 30-40.)

(Looking for someone can match my writing style or close enough for this rp. Please DM with kinks and limits. Your Character (prefer height 6′ or over and a opening or your own reply to the starter.)(interracial couple included.)(Come with your best starter or detail of your character.)

“You don’t know what you did, did to me. Your body lightweight speaks to me. I don’t know what you did, did to me. I found it hard to find someone like you, I’ve been goin’ through some things. I don’t wanna give you the wrong impression
I need love and affection
And I hope I’m not sounding too desperate. I need love and affection.”
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“Emmy. My sweet Em… How many times have I told you to behave? Huh? You can’t keep acting out when it involves Daddy’s money. You scared off a valuable customer. He literally thought you where going to cut his hand off. I told you so many times… I won’t let them touch you but, I need you to behave…” Grabbing my chin you tilted my head up to you. My eyes half focused and half glossed over. My body lay on our big king sized bed we shared.

[F4M] [22/28F430+M] [BDSM] Courting Elle

Other ideas can be found on my profile from recent posts but I am searching for a 1×1, ongoing roleplay with fairly heavy story building and 2-3 paragraphs for responses ( just prefer more than a sentence or two).
Kinks discussed on main profile and more if interested. Also do not have to use this prompt

Having been raised in among affluence, Elle was accustomed to being doted on. Her life was one of privilege, though she wasn’t haughty like many other women of her status. She wasn’t particularly elegant, either, much to her family’s chagrin. Having just turned 22, her family was beginning to worry that she would not find a proper suitor. A woman of her class, it was expected that she would marry a man of equal status- preferably a son of a member of the high Court. If she didn’t marry soon, she risked her family’s reputation as well as her own. Her more graceful twin sister, Clara, had already married.

[M/F] The Wager [Part 7] [BDSM] [Chastity] [18]

When she was on the verge of her next climax, I pulled away, and moved forward to line my penis up with the gates of heaven.
What followed wasn’t making love, it was nothing more than raw unbridled fucking.
To those around us, what they heard was the wet squishing sound of our bodied covered in sweat, as our hips slapped against each other, along with the sound of my penis slipping through Jill’s soaking wet pussy.

“Jill, I’m cumming, cum with me, cum with me NOW!” I yelled.
Jill climaxed first, followed by my orgasm seconds later.
Stabbing my penis deeper into her body as my balls emptied themselves deep into Jill’s body.

Falling away from Jill, I rolled onto my back, it was then that Jill leaned over my worn out body, and began kissing me with an ardor, I wouldn’t believe possible.
Returning the kiss, I decided that I was falling in love.
As we lay there Mistress came forward, and took the two of us in hand.
Leading us to a side room, we were told to crawl into the bed, and rest for a bit, that she would return to collect us in about an hour.

Perfect [F]riday evening with [M]y husband

First of all, this took place on Friday, which is a traditional “fuck everything, let’s get high to celebrate the end of the week” day. We took some edibles (home-made, we are so damn talented). Also, we are a BDSM-couple in an open relationship.

By a chance, this was the day when I made some pics and did some tasks my online (for now) play partner gave me. It was all fun, I was 💫extra💫 horny despite the fact that I didn’t even really touch myself (I wasn’t allowed to).

So when my husband came home, I was wearing a collar. After getting high, I put some candles on the shelves and took out lube and some toys (none were used, except for the leash; well, none on me).

So my dom came in, and I was wearing nice black underwear, sitting on the bed with just the dim warm light of a dozen candles, scattered all around the room.He put a leash on my collar and ordered me to kiss his body. He used the leash to pull me towards where he desired those kisses.

Bound for Pleasure Part 3.. [F30/M50] [BDSM] [CONS] [EDGING] [FSUB]

…I felt like my limbs could not stop trembling, my whole body felt that it had such heightened sensitivity that any touch would be amplified 100 times. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take…

“Right my slut, you’ve had your rest, but you didn’t think you’d be let off this lightly did you?”

I couldn’t believe this was all about to start again, could my body really take much more?

“You asked me to take you beyond your limits – but we have so far to go still…”

With that he took hold of my wrist and tied it once more to the bed post, swiftly followed by the other. Again, I began to feel so helpless as he picked up the sodden rag of my panties and placed them, this time over my head, the wet lace covering my eyes, allowing me to see shapes and movement, yet still veiling my gaze…

But he wasn’t finished… Strong hands took hold of my ankle and lifted my leg right up and back. Soft rope swiftly lashed my ankle to my wrist – and then the other side…

My Wife Hired a Sex Therapist, Part 5 (MF, genuine sex advice, BDSM, drama, funny, beg for creampie)

Thanks for all the likes! This installment has the biggest twist of them all so far. They’re going to be even bigger twists in later parts, so make sure to subscribe.

Tyler’s wife, Cammie, had hired a sex therapist for him after it seemed that he was losing his sexual allure. Previously, they had a polyamorous relationship with Anna, but Anna’s new Costa Rican husband was dominating Anna’s attention. Even Cammie was fucking him. Apparently, Cammie didn’t realize that the therapist, Jenny, liked to have actual, real-life, I’m-not-kidding, creampie sex with her clients as part of the “treatments”. Amazingly, the therapy was working and Tyler’s sex life with Cammie was improving. However, Tyler had become regretful for going along with the sex sessions with Jenny without Cammie knowing the truth. He decided to cancel the sessions and ask Jenny for a refund.

I arrived at Jenny’s home office. As usual, she was wearing professional business attire–a cardigan sweater with a button-up shirt and a knee-length, pleated skirt. We hugged, but this time I pushed away from her before she did.

We sat down in our places immediately. “Jenny, I need to talk to you…”