Tag: BDSM

Training His Property to Crave Pussy [BDSM] [FFM] [oral] [D/s]

She couldn’t wait to see him. She had arrived early at the house they had rented and made sure things were all set. It had an expansive view of the secluded lake, which she admired as she stocked the fridge. Dinner was just about ready when he texted to say he was running just a few minutes late due to an unexpected stop, but he had a surprise for her. She loved surprises.

As she finished her dinner preparations, he texted her rules for his arrival. She was to be naked, kneeling, and collared by the door with two glasses of wine poured waiting on the table. She giggled with anticipation. She poured the wine and then assumed her position by the door. Her heart leapt as sure her footsteps approached. It didn’t quite register that there were multiple footsteps. Odd.

She saw him first. Handsome, relaxed, confident. His cocky belt buckle peeking out from under his black T-shirt. His stonewashed jeans hugged his hips. Then, she saw her. Who was she? It was shocking to be naked and kneeling in front of this unknown woman, but her Master’s stern face told her not to break position. Read more »

The good slut – Part 2 [MF] [BDSM]

Part 1 can be found in my post history.

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I reach beneath you, one finger rolling around your nipple, the other hand rubbing your clit.

“Good idea slut. Good sluts get rewarded”

You’re already moaning from pleasure.

I stop after a few seconds and get the bright red tape.

“Stand facing the wall. Hands behind your back”

You do and I start wrapping it around your head, covering your eyes. I move to your wrists placing your hands back to back before taping them together. I move you over to the couch and push you face down onto it. I grab your ankles, lifting them into the air a little to help with access before taping them together also.

I pull your head up by your pony tail.

“There you go slut. Is that what you wanted?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir”

I pull you backwards so you’re kneeling on the couch, head buried in the cushions. I start rubbing your dripping wet pussy furiously. You can’t contain your sounds and start bucking backwards against my hand. I slide a finger in hard and fast, continuing to rub your clit at the same time. My whole hand making contact with your tight, juicy fuck hole in some way. Read more »

Becoming My Roommate’s Toy [MM] [BDSM]

This story is the first erotic work I’ve submitted online. Hope you enjoy it! ;)

I awake to a loud sound of glass breaking.

It’s probably my roommate coming home drunk again. Mitch had gone out to a bar with his friends earlier, so I expected he would make his usual loud entry to our apartment at 3AM.

I met Mitch during the summer before my senior year of high school. We were both working as lifeguards at the public pool. We soon became close friends, then got an apartment together after graduating last year. We are both 19 years old, now working as waiters at a local restaurant.

He can be kind of an asshole at times. He calls me gay because I’m a virgin. If only he knew I actually am gay and the only person I want to sleep with is him. I’ve had a crush on him ever since I saw him in those tight swim shorts from across the swimming pool. It’s too bad he’s as straight as a ruler.

I’ve gotten used to hearing a lot of stumbles in the middle of the night as he’d walk to his bedroom after having a few too many drinks. Read more »

The best way to get over someone… is to download Tinder [FM]

Thank you so much for the lovely feedback from my first story. (The best way to get over someone…is to get under someone else!) I thought it was about time I shared my next sexual adventure after my long term relationship ended. For a backstory check out my other post!

I had never had a dating app, I found the idea of them cringey and perhaps a little desperate. But just a few weeks after being dumped, with the gentle prodding (borderline blackmail) from some close friends, I found myself downloading Tinder. Honestly the nicest part was just chatting to people, it provided a great distraction and made me feel not so lonely. The first guy I gave my number to was Will. I felt like I already knew him, we had hundreds of mutual friends and he lived a short walk from me. It baffled us how we had never crossed paths before! We were in very similar situations, “recent break ups”, so it was nice talking to someone who was on the same page. We didn’t arrange to meet until we had been texting for nearly a month, mainly because I felt a bit apprehensive about meeting a “stranger” and worried it would be awkward, although we seemed to get on great over texts. He teased me about this and made me feel at ease by suggesting a pub in between us that we could both easily walk to. Somewhere public and I could leave whenever I wanted. I knew the rep Tinder had, and although I was not a prude, I had only been with my long term boyfriend and one of my friends. I made it clear I didn’t shag on the first date.. (ha… ha.. ha..) Read more »

The good slut – Part 1 [MF] [BDSM]

The sexual tension was building all day. A slight touch of your neck making you shiver in anticipation and your pussy flood; breaking the tiny amount of concentration you were already struggling to keep with me keeping close company through the day – last nights orgasms fresh in your mind.

You know that I have plans for you. You know that you’re going to give yourself to me. The thought of being used as my fuck toy consuming your thoughts; with me grabbing your throat and whispering how much of a slut you are for me in your ear whenever we have the office to ourselves.

In the passenger seat of my car – you’re mine. My hand between your legs rubbing your pussy through your pants, making you wetter and wetter until I can feel it through the fabric. You try and stop me by moving my hand away but quickly realise there is no point. I own your pussy and will do with it as I please, wherever I please. You want this. Read more »

The good slut – Part 1 [MF] [BDSM]

The sexual tension was building all day. A slight touch of your neck making you shiver in anticipation and your pussy flood; breaking the tiny amount of concentration you were already struggling to keep with me keeping close company through the day – last nights orgasms fresh in your mind.

You know that I have plans for you. You know that you’re going to give yourself to me. The thought of being used as my fuck toy consuming your thoughts; with me grabbing your throat and whispering how much of a slut you are for me in your ear whenever we have the office to ourselves.

In the passenger seat of my car – you’re mine. My hand between your legs rubbing your pussy through your pants, making you wetter and wetter until I can feel it through the fabric. You try and stop me by moving my hand away but quickly realise there is no point. I own your pussy and will do with it as I please, wherever I please. You want this. Read more »

The first time we took bdsm to the next level [MF]

I’d been with my girl off and on my whole life. We grew apart through a lot of our 20s as we lived in different parts of the country. A twist of fate would bring us back together as our 20s closed out and we would spend the next half a decade together until she passed of cancer. Her naughty side would appreciate anonymously telling this story. Read more »

The Dream [MF] [BDSM]

The sexual tension was already building. Small touches, knowing glances. It was as if it was all a dream.

You were on your knees in front of the wood fire, admiring your handy work and basking in how proud you were of yourself for getting it lit it perfectly the first time. You look up at me and see me looking proudly down at you. I bend and place a finger under your chin, lifting gently. You take the hint and stand in front of me, still staring into my eyes.

My hand traces down your left arm to your wrist, gripping lightly. My other hand grabs your right wrist and I lean against you pushing you backwards against the closed door to your room. Before you can even register what is happening you feel our lips meeting and the passion takes you over, kissing me back deeply. You break the kiss and whisper into my ear all the confirmation I needed – “Thank you….Sir” Read more »

The Dream [MF] [BDSM]

The sexual tension was already building. Small touches, knowing glances. It was as if it was all a dream.

You were on your knees in front of the wood fire, admiring your handy work and basking in how proud you were of yourself for getting it lit it perfectly the first time. You look up at me and see me looking proudly down at you. I bend and place a finger under your chin, lifting gently. You take the hint and stand in front of me, still staring into my eyes.

My hand traces down your left arm to your wrist, gripping lightly. My other hand grabs your right wrist and I lean against you pushing you backwards against the closed door to your room. Before you can even register what is happening you feel our lips meeting and the passion takes you over, kissing me back deeply. You break the kiss and whisper into my ear all the confirmation I needed – “Thank you….Sir” Read more »

The Silence Game [Mf][bondage][bdsm]

**I’m trying my hand at a more realistic fantasy. Something within the realm of possibilities. This story starts soft but gets much more…intense later on. Enjoy!**

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She walks up to the dorm building with a smile on her face, ready to spend the night with Sir. She had been really good all day, studying in the library for hours, running a meeting, and catching up with with friends, but now she was ready to spend time alone with him. Her black skirt swooshes against her thighs as she walks up to the side door, sending a message to Sir that she was waiting outside.

She looked up at the sky, feeling an immediate wave of calm wash over her at the sight of the beautiful starry night. The moon had a small ring of rainbow light around it, a sight her mind has linked to Sir for many months now. It’s a good sign and paints a blinding smile across her face.

At the sound of the door opening, she quickly turns around, “Boo!” She says, running towards him and getting lost in his arms. It’s a normal greeting for them, one that’s helped garner a few very confused looks from strangers who accidentally open the door before Sir. She sometimes gets too excited to check first. Oops. Read more »