“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” it kept running through my head. “No, not stupid. Bad idea. Yeah, just a bad idea.” I knew he was going to be mad. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I knew I should have followed the rules, I knew this was going to happen. I could feel the sweat dripping down my back. I know i’m not allowed to play without asking. I just wanted to feel my hard nipples in between my fingertips. That of course led to wanting to feel the soft folds of my pussy. I knew he’d be able to sense it. He’d know i’d done something. “Oh, i can shower!” I thought to myself. I slipped into the bathroom. As the steamy water trickled down my back, it could only remind me of his finger slowly gliding down my back, getting ever so closer to me. It made my pussy ache. I needed to feel his touch. “Well this is not helping.”
Tag: BDSM
“Wittgenstein the Sub: Fantasy, Gender Subversion, Power and Overwriting in My Graduate School Experience” [Fm, bdsm, Fdom, Msub]
(The following is a true story in that a dominant woman I was seeing at the time demanded I write her an erotica based on her relationship when I should have been writing my thesis. This was the product.)
CRACK! The slap struck like the first lightning bolt in a summer storm, the one that seems to change the atmosphere from a sense of foreboding possibility to one of certain catharsis. The lingering sting radiated down his body from his jaw, tingling synapses from the nape of his neck to the tips of each toe. It was a slap akin to that delivered by a physician to a newborn to welcome them into a new world, in this instance one where he had ceased to exist as he had thought of himself- overachiever, perfectionist, occasional control freak- and was reborn as the pet of his incredible Mistress.
The pre-game meet leads to party sex. One or two pics in comments. [m][f] [f][f] [group]
Zena hosted a pre-game to Saturday night’s [sex party](https://medium.com/@testing78378_Seattle255/our-guide-to-sex-parties-revised-d0452b400ea1). She has great taste in friends and now lives with David, who shares her interests and who may have fucked C at the party (although I don’t recall and am getting ahead of myself, temporally speaking, which is like assuming fellatio prematurely). So we went and met people, but I was most curious about a text Zena had sent previously: “I’m trying to get a gang bang for my friend Elena.”
Okay, that caught my attention, although I do argue that sex parties are not the optimal places to organise gang bangs. Good sex parties don’t allow single men, for the most part, although guys well-known to the hosts may sometimes attend, so there usually isn’t a surplus of cock on command, such that one woman can command three or four or more guys at a single go. I say “three or four guys” because authorities disagree on whether three men or four men is the lowest number required for a gang bang.
Commands [mf] [bdsm]
“Knees” is all I heard before the world ceased to matter. The feeling of the cold tile on my skin. Waiting for the next command.
“Eat” I hadn’t even noticed the bowl in front of me. I leaned down and began to lap at the food. It didn’t matter the taste or even if I liked it. He told me to eat and so i did.
“Come” My food is gone but I was still lapping at the bowl. I jerk my head up, crawling towards his voice. My eyes hung low, knowing better than to look him in the eyes.
“Sit” my heart flutters, I never get to sit. It’s always kneeling. I sit on the floor, my hands folded in my lap.
“Eyes” I look up at him, His eyes are so loving and warm. I begin to relax and I know he cares so much for me. I could look into his warm eyes forever.
“Posture” I straighten my pose instantly, I know it’s what’s best.
“Stay” I don’t dare to move.
Sugar High [M/F] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [BDSM]
The ink black dahlia dress fit me like second skin, molding to my curves and made me feel like an otherworldly goddess. The red bob wig and black spiked red bottoms also aided in pulling off the funky futuristic look with the matching rhinestone choker and cuff adding a bit of faux modern elegance. I looked damn good…and I felt that way too.
I pulled out my favorite Ruby Woo lipstick from my clutch and gave my lips a slight touch up in the round backlit mirror as I swayed my hips to the sexy beat playing out of the wireless speakers. After a smack of the lips, I walked out of the ornate bathroom decorated in black tapestry wallpaper with silver and crystal accents.
A small group of girls walked down the long and narrow hallway splashed with midnight blue/dark purple ombre. They were in their own world, some texting as they all chatted about what the night held for them. One of the girls; a very tall and toned model type with long rose gold and blonde curls looked me up and down as I did the same to her.
Shoe Slut – Chapter 4 [MF][Fsub][BDSM]
I really thought I could make it. It had been months since I had last spoken to Bill and I had vowed never to speak to him again. I couldn’t stand what he had done to me, the disgusting whore that he had turned me into. I had lost myself in the thrill, the passion, the filth. I knew that I couldn’t continue with Bill this way and I tried so hard to forget how he made me feel. I did everything in my power to avoid any reminders of both Bill and my shoes. I walked six blocks out of my way on my way to work every day to avoid Saks Fifth Avenue. I refused to go shopping with my girlfriends so I wouldn’t have to pass Neiman Marcus. I stopped wearing my Louboutins that Bill had bought for me. I just couldn’t look at them without feeling used and sick. But, the feeling had been building up over the last few days. A feeling of boredom, of desire. I felt like something was missing, like the spark of happiness in my life had faded and died. I wanted that passion, that fun. I wanted to wear my shoes and walk down the street showing them off. I wanted to be that shoe slut.
Shoe Slut – Chapter 4 [MF][BDSM]
I really thought I could make it. It had been months since I had last spoken to Bill and I had vowed never to speak to him again. I couldn’t stand what he had done to me, the disgusting whore that he had turned me into. I had lost myself in the thrill, the passion, the filth. I knew that I couldn’t continue with Bill this way and I tried so hard to forget how he made me feel. I did everything in my power to avoid any reminders of both Bill and my shoes. I walked six blocks out of my way on my way to work every day to avoid Saks Fifth Avenue. I refused to go shopping with my girlfriends so I wouldn’t have to pass Neiman Marcus. I stopped wearing my Louboutins that Bill had bought for me. I just couldn’t look at them without feeling used and sick. But, the feeling had been building up over the last few days. A feeling of boredom, of desire. I felt like something was missing, like the spark of happiness in my life had faded and died. I wanted that passion, that fun. I wanted to wear my shoes and walk down the street showing them off. I wanted to be that shoe slut.
Shoe Slut – Chapter 4 [BDSM]
I really thought I could make it. It had been months since I had last spoken to Bill and I had vowed never to speak to him again. I couldn’t stand what he had done to me, the disgusting whore that he had turned me into. I had lost myself in the thrill, the passion, the filth. I knew that I couldn’t continue with Bill this way and I tried so hard to forget how he made me feel. I did everything in my power to avoid any reminders of both Bill and my shoes. I walked six blocks out of my way on my way to work every day to avoid Saks Fifth Avenue. I refused to go shopping with my girlfriends so I wouldn’t have to pass Neiman Marcus. I stopped wearing my Louboutins that Bill had bought for me. I just couldn’t look at them without feeling used and sick. But, the feeling had been building up over the last few days. A feeling of boredom, of desire. I felt like something was missing, like the spark of happiness in my life had faded and died. I wanted that passion, that fun. I wanted to wear my shoes and walk down the street showing them off. I wanted to be that shoe slut.
Shoe Slut – Chapter 4 [F][STR][BDSM]
I really thought I could make it. It had been months since I had last spoken to Bill and I had vowed never to speak to him again. I couldn’t stand what he had done to me, the disgusting whore that he had turned me into. I had lost myself in the thrill, the passion, the filth. I knew that I couldn’t continue with Bill this way and I tried so hard to forget how he made me feel. I did everything in my power to avoid any reminders of both Bill and my shoes. I walked six blocks out of my way on my way to work every day to avoid Saks Fifth Avenue. I refused to go shopping with my girlfriends so I wouldn’t have to pass Neiman Marcus. I stopped wearing my Louboutins that Bill had bought for me. I just couldn’t look at them without feeling used and sick. But, the feeling had been building up over the last few days. A feeling of boredom, of desire. I felt like something was missing, like the spark of happiness in my life had faded and died. I wanted that passion, that fun. I wanted to wear my shoes and walk down the street showing them off. I wanted to be that shoe slut.
[Ff] When self-bondage changes hands. [bondage][bdsm]
She hated her body. 25 years old and it still looked 16. A 5’8″ schoolgirl with a platinum credit card and growing sex toy collection. Every visit to the liquor store meant producing ID. Every decadent lingerie trip meant re-measuring the 32B’s in case they’d grown. They hadn’t – but got treated as if they had.
It probably didn’t help that she kept makeup simple, blonde hair tied back in a pony tail more often than not and pussy lasered near fully bare – though that last one was a treat to herself for the Lazenby contract win – and who the hell else could see it so fuck it. She loved it when the lube got messy with her juices and she smeared it as she fucked herself. Latex gloves worked best, the slick surface pushing the wet over the smooth delivering such amazing sensations. Why shave all. the. time – laser it was.