Eleven-Seventeen. That was our number. To most people a number like this will mean absolutely nothing. But to all the people who have been or who will be involved in that memorable night, a number such as this one will send a shiver straight through your body. A delicious shiver that will have you stop whatever you’re doing and remember fondly on that amazing night. Your eyes will flutter closed, lips will part slightly and the softest of moans will flow from your mouth as your mind begins to conjure up those wonderfully erotic images. The resounding sounds of pleasure and pain will reverberate in your ears like a symphony. As you try and catch your breath, the fragrant mix of ylang ylang, orange blossom and sandalwood will seep down into your very soul, craving the immense high like a drug. Fire will dance in teasing waves as your skin begins to prickle thinking of the leather straps caressing over your body just before the burning snap against your ass. Frail wrists tremble beneath tight cuffs; your sanity crumbling just as fast as your legs at the feel of juices dripping down them. I digress.
Tag: BDSM
Rush Part One [M/F] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [BDSM] [Fetish/Kink]
Eleven-Seventeen. That was our number. To most people a number like this will mean absolutely nothing. But to all the people who have been or who will be involved in that memorable night, a number such as this one will send a shiver straight through your body. A delicious shiver that will have you stop whatever you’re doing and remember fondly on that amazing night. Your eyes will flutter closed, lips will part slightly and the softest of moans will flow from your mouth as your mind begins to conjure up those wonderfully erotic images. The resounding sounds of pleasure and pain will reverberate in your ears like a symphony. As you try and catch your breath, the fragrant mix of ylang ylang, orange blossom and sandalwood will seep down into your very soul, craving the immense high like a drug. Fire will dance in teasing waves as your skin begins to prickle thinking of the leather straps caressing over your body just before the burning snap against your ass. Frail wrists tremble beneath tight cuffs; your sanity crumbling just as fast as your legs at the feel of juices dripping down them. I digress.
After the Gangbang [MF][oral][anal][bdsm](x-post)
Being married to a wonderful man with a small dick, I was craving a gangbang. My husband said I could have one, so we became members of a sex club where he watched me be ravaged by five men. After the gang bang, he scooped my sweaty, cum soaked body off of the bed and carried me to our bedroom upstairs as this sex club resort. He laid me on the bed and stepped into the bathroom to run me a bath. I laid there, closing and opening my eyes in absolute exhaustion. My pussy felt like the Holland Tunnel, heavily used with the tire tread marks to prove it. I heard the water drip to a halt. I opened my eyes to see the bathroom lights dim. Sam returned. He removed the cum soaked mask from my face and tossed it aside before picking me up. He carried me to the tub of my favorite bubble bath and gently lowered me into the bubbly warm water which soothed my battered muscles. It was so soothing and I laid there soaking. I was so weak, I thought I’d slip under the water. I could feel the slime detach the tender flesh between my legs and float away.
The Oval Office Fuck-Fest (mm)(mff)(Trump/Hannity Fetish)(threesome)(mysterious third)(kink)(bdsm)
By Om Puri
02/17/18
A cool spring Friday afternoon where the grass and air in the rose garden was perfumed and the air hot enough but crisp enough to be perfect. It was a beautiful day. In the Oval Office the President sat at the old desk that was clear except three or four pages of a memoranda. He didn’t know what yet as he picked them up and tossed them in his hands into a single file. He began looking over the words and a few minutes passed before the door to his office opened and his secretary was there in her blue dress and pale stockings, an older woman who was in her seventies and her hair white. She was there with the reporter Sean Hannity who wanted the interview that day filmed with the Oval Office American flag and the U.S. stamp of the eagle in every shot in the background of Donald Trump. He was all smiles, his hair greased back, grey, black peppered and brown. He was stocky, in a bullish man-way, shoulders broad. He and the President shook hands and paused, looking at each other, then had a somewhat awkward hug thinking it was time.
My Yapoo Like Video Experience
This is a confession of a yapoo video lover femdom slave to his Japanese Goddess Chairwoman Naomi.
Dear Chairwoman Naomi,
I am a 50 year old American male living in Los Angeles California. A place many Japanese people like to visit. I discovered Your yapoo videos soon after You began production. I am a TV Producer in Los Angeles.
At first, I couldn’t imagine being a full subhuman toilet slave after watching a yapoo video. Slowly, I watched your movies and some more then a few times, touching myself and imagining I’m the yapoo in a yapoo video being used as a femdom toilet slave. Then one day in 2001, I found myself negotiating a BDSM session with a beautiful Asian Mistress in San Francisco named Aja. I told Her no scat, no marks and no needles or blood. I soon found myself immobilized on a St. Andrews Cross as I looked down at the Mistress holding my penis in her hand as She reached for a needle.
I said “We agreed no needles or blood” she said “This for my pleasure this is what I want.” I watching helplessly as she took a needle out of its protective package pierced the skin of my penis. I told her as she was reaching for the next needle, that “I would rather eat shit then be Your pincushion”. Her eyes lit up and she said “That’s my favorite.”The needle was quickly withdrawn which hurt even more. I looked down and for the first time in my life my penis was bleeding.
An over-the-top [BDSM] sex tape [MF][BD][sadism]
The first frame of the video is Erik’s smiling face, a slight crinkle around his dark eyes as he looks at whoever’s behind the camera. He interrupts his own laughter to ask, “We rolling?”
He must get a nod, because a moment later he says, “Okay. Let’s play.”
The camera follows his decisive stride, turning a hundred and eighty degrees to reveal the room behind. It’s a large penthouse in a style that doesn’t suit Erik’s young wealth, but he does not seem the least bit bothered by that. He looks at ease in his slim sweatpants as he approaches the woman kneeling on the ottomon in the center of the room. She faces away from the camera with the intricate bonds that keep her hands fixed firmly behind her back on display. Erik rounds the ottomon and stretches his long arm out as he passes her, grabbing the twisted ropes running up the length of her spine to drag her with him as he continues by, pulling her roughly to her feet and turning her — wide-eyed and off balance — to the camera. He grabs her chin in his other hand, first slapping her pushed her cheek and then shoving her head back, forcing her to arch her back and stretch her body taut. He lets go of her face to slap one of her exposed tits.
An over-the-top BDSM sex tape [STR][GRP][long]
*This story is fiction.* I **love** to get feedback of any kind, so PMs are welcome.
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The first frame of the video is Erik’s smiling face, a slight crinkle around his dark eyes as he looks at whoever’s behind the camera. He interrupts his own laughter to ask, “We rolling?”
He must get a nod, because a moment later he says, “Okay. Let’s play.”
The camera follows his decisive stride, turning a hundred and eighty degrees to reveal the room behind. It’s a large penthouse in a style that doesn’t suit Erik’s young wealth, but he does not seem the least bit bothered by that. He looks at ease in his slim sweatpants as he approaches the woman kneeling on the ottomon in the center of the room. She faces away from the camera with the intricate bonds that keep her hands fixed firmly behind her back on display. Erik rounds the ottomon and stretches his long arm out as he passes her, grabbing the twisted ropes running up the length of her spine to drag her with him as he continues by, pulling her roughly to her feet and turning her — wide-eyed and off balance — to the camera. He grabs her chin in his other hand, first slapping her pushed her cheek and then shoving her head back, forcing her to arch her back and stretch her body taut. He lets go of her face to slap one of her exposed tits.
Two girls, a guy, and a pizza party [mff]
This was our second date with Lacy. The first one, we agreed, would be more vanilla as we got to know and trust each other and got comfortable with each other’s bodies. In the two weeks between dates, however, we exchanged a heated array of snap chats, discussed all the toys we had at our disposal, and it seemed as though take #2 would lean a little more heavily on the D/s. Also, we decided to switch it up to her place to meet her adorable kitty, Watson.
Brief recap of what we look like- I’m 29, 5’10, toned, bearded, hairy chest, and a bunch of tattoos. Rachel (my girlfriend) is 24, brunette, and stacked like she’s bad at Tetris. Lacy is 29, blonde haired and blue eyed, and amazing breasts with nipples that are always hard.
Inspired from learning of one of her prior experiences, I gave her [a few tasks](https://imgur.com/a/SbIlW). She was more than willing to accommodate, so everything was settled. A few more days and several more sexy snap chats later, and we were on way to the hotel in question. After instructing her to wear a dress, I decided to follow suit and get my Don Draper swag on– grey suit, white shirt, and a black skinny tie. Rachel had on a little black dress with a light floral pattern on it, as well as stockings underneath. Our Uber ride took a little longer than we expected, but was made infinitely more interesting when we got a message from Lacy, “I hope you’re into PINK.”
Brenda’s Boyfriend [BDSM][Chastity]
I was a little surprised when a strange man asked me out for lunch, but when he said he wanted to talk about Brenda I was suddenly interested. As I arrived at the restaurant he was already there in a cubicle that offered pretty good privacy. We ordered drinks and he began to explain.
“I just want to start by saying that Brenda and I are together and have been for about a year” he began.
Brenda, or Brad as I knew him was my former boyfriend from college. It was an exciting relationship to say the least. First things were normal as we started to get to know each other, but with his prodding things quickly turned as he started to play out some of his rather unconventional sexual fantasies with me. His submissiveness brought out my dominance you could say. Within 6 months I had him locked in a CB 3000, within a year he was locked tight into a custom full belt made in Germany.
A friend from out of Town [MF] [BDSM]
The jingle of the door opening brought Rhea from the back of her store, carrying the dress she was in the middle of sewing back up. Her eyes down at the line of needlework, she yells “Be with you in just a second.”
“Oh, no worries,” a familiar voice has Rhea looking up at her new customer. Bright red hair spills over the gray suit, imposing even if he was barely average height.
Rhea gasps, putting the dress down. “Aaron, what are you doing here?”
The man reaches behind him, locking the door to the boutique. His eyes never leave the her’s, the steely gaze of a man about to do something unpleasant but necessary“Claire sent me down because of some….discrepancies. And I asked.”
She frowns, crossing her arms. Aaron walks around, closing curtains to the night outside.
“What do you mean, discrepancies? I’ve paid my dues, in money and info,” she says, not moving as he comes closer. She shivers when she smells him, his aftershave just a hint on the air, smelling of musk and gunpowder. Rhea watches his chest, not wanting to look him in the face.