Blackmailed, Sissified, and Anally Ravished by My Mother in Law [Bi] [Ffm] [anal] [BDSM] [blkmail] [Fdom] [huml] [huml] [nc]

**Blackmailed, Sissified, and Anally Ravished by My Mother in Law**

My mother in law, Berenice, never approved of me–she said my body was too girly and feminine to properly please her daughter. Then she caught me dressing in her daughter’s panties. She gave me an ultimatum: let her fuck my fat, feminine bottom or she would reveal everything.

I shamefully caved in to her manipulation. She had me meet her at an empty warehouse and she ravished my fat ass over and over again. She said if I didn’t cum it would prove I was a man and I could have my life back. But I loved it, against my will. I came hard on her cock again, and again, and again.

She humiliated me and sexually destroyed me via anal penetration. I begged her to stop because it was so shameful but she just spanked, slapped me around, and pounded my submissive asshole even harder.

She took a secret video.

The next day she showed everything to her daughter–my fiance, Chloe–my entire submission and ravishment. It turned out that Berenice was sexually in love with her daughter. Chloe was overwhelmed by her passionate courtship once I was taken care of–destroyed by Berenice–and she passionately fucked and ravished her daughter while I looked on, plugged in anal chastity.

Tea Service [Part 2/3] or Little Brat Gets Punished [BDSM]

I leave his office and he starts after me, slamming the door behind him and grabbing me by the wrist, digging his fingers in, spinning me around. He’s furious, but I can’t help but keep smiling. All of this attention feels *so good*. My smirk takes him over the edge and he grabs me by the throat, slamming me up against the hallway wall with such a force that the picture frames jiggle and one smashes to the floor, shattering.

Still gripping my right wrist tightly, he holds my arm against the wall above me, putting his knee up between my legs to hold me up, loosening his grip on my throat a little bit.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?” I manage to squeak, innocently.

He leans in close and puts his cheek next to mine. Panting with rage, he whispers into my ear, fiercely and breathily “You think it’s fun to try to make me cum when I can’t? You like to tease me like that, DON’T YOU?” He screams the last in my face, spitting a little in the process. Then he leans back and looks at my face. I gaze back lustily directly into his eyes and bite my lip.

[FM] My Little Game

Long time lurker, first time poster. I’m not a good creative writer by any means, but I have to share this recent development of a game I created for my little sub.

I [23M] am currently with the girl [21F] of my dreams, /u/KoalaBear6969. Recently, we have started to explore the BDSM world, specifically the D/s realm. She’s my little whore, and no boys, you can’t have her.

Back over the holidays, we bought a couple of sex toys for ourselves. I bought Riley Reid’s Fleshlight (which I recommend, not bad), and she bought the original Hitachi wand. My beautiful little slut already has a nice little collection of vibrators and other toys, and now she has found her masterpiece. She has had a history of having some trouble cumming, but after some patience and experimenting, we have found that vibrators are a wonderful friend. With the wand, my girl can cum as fast as five minutes, which is a new record for her. She especially loves thrusting her ass up in the air for me, with her soaking wet pussy gleaming back at me. I will gladly fuck her tight wet cunt while she presses that wand against her puffy clit.

Bored Brat [bdsm] [m/f] [forced oral]

“Aren’t you done yet???” I texted. It was already 10 o’clock and I was horny and bored, a bad combination.

“No,” he sent back quickly. “I need another hour to get this work stuff done.”

I sighed and laid across our bed, looking at the ceiling and playing with the spaghetti strap on my nightie. It had been like this for weeks, with his “work stuff” occupying him deep into the night. When he came to bed he was often exhausted and it was too late for much play. We’d had vanilla sex just to get off the last 3 times and I’d just about had it. I had to do something to get his attention.

I quickly texted “Ok. I guess I’ll just play with myself then,” and went into our stash of toys and rummaged around. I knew I wasn’t supposed to put anything bigger than a finger inside myself unless I asked permission. I pulled out my favorite rabbit vibrator with a rotating shaft.

“Enjoy.” He sent back.

That was permission enough for me.

Can You Make Me High? [M/F] [Fsolo] [BDSM]

“I still want to know how our normal movie night turned into a ‘let’s watch porn on your laptop’ night?”

“You’re the one who couldn’t decide what movie to watch. And now here we are, in bed on a Tuesday night with popcorn, beer and my laptop loading porn in the background. Seems logical to me.” I stated as I set the big bowl of buttery popcorn on the bed, taking a piece and popping in my mouth, chewing it happily as I shrugged my shoulders at his question.

“It amazes me everyday that I’m dating someone like you.”

“Why? Because I’m a girl and I watch porn?”

“No, because I’m dating a girl who finds it perfectly normal to get into bed with her boyfriend and watch porn like they’re binging Netflix.”

“We could go in the living room and watch.”

“Clearly not the point.”

“Oh come on,” I scoffed, climbing up onto the king size bed and curling up into him. “You know you love it. Every guy secretly dreams of a girl that’s either okay with or indulges their ability to watch porn. Be excited you have a girlfriend that does exactly that.”

Unconventional Weekends [Fsolo] [BDSM]

He left his belt here.

Not for any particular reason, just purely by accident, which wasn’t too hard to do considering how all our clothes were spread throughout various places in my apartment last night.

But when I felt the buttery smooth leather and the hard metal of the belt buckle against my fingers, my mind raced with the memories of last night. It was the first time I’d ever experimented with what we’d done…and my body was still reeling from it.

Before I knew it, I was shedding the t-shirt I’d thrown on and sank into the oversized chair where I had found the belt slung over the back. Staring at the worn brown leather and tracing each of the notches, my breath hitched and my skin began to tingle as I remembered the feeling of it wrapped around my neck, slightly scaring me at how much I wanted to do something so twisted and depraved.

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Last night in Paris: A sex party story [m][f][m] [f] [group]

Last night I [visited Paris again](https://medium.com/@testing78378_Seattle255/the-surreal-moments-in-sex-parties-73d9ce88848c), this time with C and my friend Jordan, who took a train from Boston for sex; last time, he’d been [part of a threesome with another partner](https://medium.com/@testing78378_Seattle255/unexpected-partners-our-last-private-sex-party-f7b0cfd29d94), and his wife Amy had attended as well. This time, he came without Amy because she had some other obligation. But almost as soon as the consent speech was over, C and Jordan were rather eager to begin.

Jordan and I spent a lot of time kissing and caressing C’s neck, and we were among the first wave of people to get going. The next parts are a blur. There is a lot of touching, kissing, and caressing everywhere. C ends up going down on Jordan. I end up fucking her from behind. I remember the last Eiffel Tower and raise my hands from C’s hips. Jordan sees that and holds his hands up. Our hands meet, gloriously and beautifully, and then C pauses her cock sucking and perks her head up like a praire dog. She starts laughing and says something like, “Oh my God, you, no, just, don’t, no!” I push her back down so she can continue, and the magic moment is broken. But once you’ve been to Paris, no one can take that from you.

How I helped Katie get her groove back [MF]

In my younger years, I used to keep more of my dirty writings and photography online, and kept up with social media more, as well. One of the eventual perks of this was having a group of “mutually appreciative artists” where the relationship was definitely more than a friendship. Now that I don’t live in the Valley any more (or the State of California, for that matter) I’ve focused my photography elsewhere, but one of my regular friends was someone who posted a lot of her own erotic pictures named Katie. She’s an Englishwoman who had really made the most of her workout regime, and kept her middle-aged body in just stunning form, and made a point of using it as the most frequent subject of her photography. We would trade a lot of comments back and forth on how what techniques we were using and how to improve our shots, but you couldn’t deny her fine taste. While we did certainly flirt now and then (given everything else we did, it would have been more surprising had we not!) it never got very serious, or into any sort of role play.

Rush Part Two [4Some] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [BDSM] [Fetish/Kink]

“You changed your hair color.”

“So did you,” She teased as she put the almost empty glass of champagne down on the table and sat down in the chair next to mine.

“Wig.”

“Dye,” She shrugged. “The color wasn’t appropriate for my next campaign, so I was told to dye it.”

“So you are…”

She lifted her index finger with a perfect French-tip nail up to her pouty matte nude lips. The blush colored gold and lace mask that donned her face accentuated her new honey blonde curls and reminded me of those unique colored curls she had that night. The layered gold choker necklace that wrapped loosely around her delicate neck, drew attention to the plunging neckline of the revealing gold sequined halter top; a small gold disc laid just between her perfect sun-kissed breasts. A micro mini skirt that barely covered her toned ass and tanned long legs shimmered with each movement as gold strappy heels adorned her French-tipped manicured feet. She looked every bit the model I knew she was that night.

“No names. Once we put our masks on, our outside identities are left behind for the night. This gives us the freedom to indulge in who we want to be or who we truly are.”

The Sex Shop Scenario [MF] [Bi]

I refuse to give into the
belief that sex with a certain person is only interesting for a certain period. I know I banged on
about this on a television documentary several years ago. I already have interesting ways of doing such
things, via an open relationship. Not recommended for everybody.

Seth had been getting to know the neighbourhood and to his delight, he found a rather good
sex shop close by.

*“Miss, shall I go to the sex shop? Message me when I am there. I shall purchase three items of
your choosing and I must use these items at your command. How does that sound?”*

*“Not a bad idea at all. Sounds like fun actually.”*

Off he went, no fear of being recognised. We had only been living in the area a month or so and
we felt like locals already. No one bothered us. No paparazzi to speak of. I sat in the living room with my laptop and my phone close by. Technology is a wonderful thing. I don’t know if I was the quickest adopter of such technologies as the internet and cell phones but the internet was fantastic. I had my headphones on…some good
“modern” beats playing. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I threw the headphones off.