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The Masters’ Ball [MDom][FSub][ff][bdsm][private sex club]

It’s Master and Servants week-end at The Miami Key Club, a hot members only sex club, and tonight is the Master’s Ball.

Inside the mansion, where the party raged beneath us, my boyfriend, Greg was ready to go, but was I was still fidgeting with the impossibly tight shiny black PVC bustier dress with a silver snaps down the front that Greg brought for me to wear. My waist was snatched in so tight I could barely breathe. My boobs were mashed up into two high sitting globes of flesh but damn, it gave me an hourglass figure. I finger fluffed my hot curled brunette hair before pulling up the bustier which threatened to expose my boobs.

I said, “It’s so tight.”

“It’s supposed to be tight. So we can see that sweet ass of yours.”

He slapped my shiny black ass which sent me teetering in my high hooker heels.

“Sit,” he said.

I did. He put my collar around my neck and buckled it closed. I looked up into his serious face.

He said, “You are to address me as ‘master’. Understood?”

I giggled before answering as told. “Yes, master.” Read more »

Daddy’s Gift [Mdom] [Fdom] [Fsub] [Msub]

[This is Chapter 1 of the extremely pervert BDSM story I intend to write. There will be multiple characters and both maledom and femdom. The story will be largely heterosexual but there’s also place for some bi-fun with a twinkish/femboyish character. Hope you enjoy! Also, if you’re a grammar alt-Right, feel free to check my grammar and my language; English isn’t my first language but one of the reasons I write is that I have to improve it and get a feeling for a “natural” English, etc.]

In Chapter 1, three of the main characters will be introduced: Read more »

Daddy’s Gift [Femdom + Maledom]

[This is Chapter 1 of the extremely pervert BDSM story I intend to write. There will be multiple characters and both maledom and femdom. The story will be largely heterosexual but there’s also place for some bi-fun with a twinkish/femboyish character. Hope you enjoy! Also, if you’re a grammar alt-Right, feel free to check my grammar and my language; English isn’t my first language but one of the reasons I write is that I have to improve it and get a feeling for a “natural” English, etc. Personally, I like the first part of the story better than the ending I’m not quite happy with it yet. But anyways!]

In Chapter 1, three of the main characters will be introduced: Read more »

Liberation of a sadist

For a long time I was the best prison guardian of my lust, my true self of my BDSM soul.
Trapped in the moral notions of my upbringing and society, I believed for a long time that this greedy lust and fun and joy to humiliate, enslave, punish, bind, endlessly tempt someone to him what he desires refuse or beat him is pathological, something that I have to suppress and hide.
Today I know that I am not sick or mentally unstable, no, on the contrary I am vital full of life, full of intensity. Because without dark, intense and over-the-border lust, there can be no gentle loving and caring care. Yes, that’s what makes a dominant sadist. After an intense, all-consuming session, she catches the slave and shows him that she is proud of him and that he is safe and secure with her. Read more »

First BDSM experience.

There are always relationships we don’t intend to happen. They are mistakes or just moments of weakness, we tell ourselves, yet we relish the taking and they way they feel. These moments we never truly forget, nor do most want to. It was special somehow.

Mine started on a normal day at a normal hour, with my pure intent to study my life away in the library. My nose was buried in my book, reading about some kind of organism that likes to eat brain tissue. Even two cups of coffee and a Red Bull didn’t seem to make it any better to read either.

My alarm to take a break went off and I took out my headphones, set my next alarm for 15 minutes and got up to walk a bit. I passed through some bookshelves, pondering what a delight it will be once I finish this semester up and get to enjoy some more social time with friends and family when I ran into her.

She was a short thing, and that’s saying something since I’m only 5’9” myself. She was reaching for a book that seemed to just graze her fingertips, but would not budge, no matter how much she tried. I come closure and reach up to grab the book and handing it to the girl. Read more »

The Nights not Over Yet[FF][Celeb][BDSM][Sequel]

This is a sequel to The Night has Only Just Begun, so if you haven’t read that one then I would recommend you do so first (which you can find on my profile). This story is heavily focused on how Poison Ivy punishes Harley Quinn for seducing her. Once again, I do not own these characters or have the rights to them. If you enjoy be sure to Heart and Reblog!

Ivy was furious, and she planned on making sure Harley Quinn learned her lesson. Moving quickly she reached under the bed to pull out the ropes that she knew was secured to the footboards. At the end of each rope there were handcrafted leather cuffs, which were deftly attached to each of Harley’s ankles.

“Hey now, what are you doin Red? Getting all feisty on me? Is this because of the crack about you being a delicate flower earlier?”

“No, this is about me saying I didn’t want to do this again, and you seducing me! ME, the queen of the Gotham underworld! So now, I’m going to teach you a lesson, and it’s going to hurt….” Read more »

[FM] On How I Submitted and Became a Kitten – Part 1

I wouldn’t really call myself a gamer girl, though most people I know online disagree
with that, based on the sheer quantity of time and effort I devote to both a certain game
and its community. Earlier this year, in April, I started to spend way more time online
than I did before, and I got to meet a ton of people, who were mostly guys, and far older
than me. The kind of game this is, it doesn’t attract many girls, and the audience tends
to be mostly men in their late twenties/early thirties. But I, around twenty at the time,
already had a slight preference for older men. You probably can guess where this is
going.

Anyway, the class I play in this game is mostly a support class, and very early on I met
one of the better players this game has for the kind of class I end up supporting. Without
getting too complicated, the idea was that our playstyles were compatible, and so we
ended up playing a lot together. Read more »

Happy Birthday – [Mf][Mfm][bdsm][forced-bi]

Again and again his hand slaps her reddened cheeks leaving the ghostly imprint of his fingers. She squirms in his lap and sobs, gulping down air in between her cries. She is lain across his legs with her rounded behind pointing daintily upward. Her skin is creamily pale so that his hand-prints are starkly defined, first burning white hot, then cooling to angry red. He wraps her red hair around his hand and pulls, gently but insistently, lifting her head to see her face. He looks into her eyes and his other hand begins to attack her clitoris. She has been on the edge of orgasm for hours. Thick gobs of cream dangle from her inflamed labia, coating her thighs and darkening his tailored trousers.

He tilts her head back further and quietly says “Why do you persist in defying me, McKenzie? You could save yourself all this frustration.” He emphasises this last word by pinching her sensitive clit and slapping her wet mound. She groans in response.

“Please, master. Please just let me cum. I’m sorry for defying you.” Read more »

[MF] [BDSM] Right time, right parking place

It was definitely luck.

Looking back over the chat, I wasn’t really on my game. I asked polite questions, or at least polite for the world I lurk in. Questions about harnesses and tying up wrists and the last time she got laid.

Casual sex-positive conversation.

And then Monday night, it wasn’t even her that set me off.

It was a young woman in a bar, drunk, and working her inner slut. Daisy Duke shorts and a low-cut top, clinging to the edge of the bar and dipping her ass down to the ground, making every cock in the bar throb.

Her every motion was of a woman that needed to be fucked, and she knew she was going to be.

It was intoxicating to watch, even after her boyfriend showed up. Her hands constantly flowed over his ass and crotch. My friend and I kept waiting for her to drag him to a bathroom or outside, or in a drunken horny haze to just pull that cock out in front of us. Read more »