Tag: BDSM

An Unexpected Party [MC] [M+F] [BDSM]

Asleep in our bed, you wake, heard a noise. Dark. I’m not in the room. Maybe you think I’ve just gone to the bathroom. Before you have time to think about it, leather gloved hand, then tape on your mouth, bag over your head. Tight around your throat. So fast. two people? You don’t know. It’s silent.

Your arms are bonded with gaffer tape behind your back, then taped to your waist. Your ankles bound similarly. One of them can’t resist a sniff of your fine pussy, but you hear a thud and a grunt as he is smacked on the head by another. your knees are bent and bound to your thighs. You feel rough hands at either end of you, a larger bag closed around you. One of them lifts you. It’s high. over his shoulder. You feel yourself carried, through the back of the house. You hear a whisper, you can’t be sure, but it’s there. Not close, but there, it whispers. Read more »

Deus ex Machina [MF]

This happened 7 years ago. I was in deep depression before it happened. My wife left me. My PhD research was going nowhere, stuck in the same place for years. No plan B. Nothing to live for. Not good.

My escape was going into online anonymous chat rooms and chatting up girls. On rare occasions, they were actually girls. On rarer occasions, I got to meet up and hook up. Even got some FWBs. Setting my standards very low helped. My only rule was unmarried and has a uterus. My other only rule was no falling in love and no getting into serious relationships.

One fateful night, I met a girl there. I thought she could be the one – the elusive hookup after just one convo. But she turned on me in the last minute and said she wanted more than one night. So one conversation turned into two, which turned into two months of online chatting, every night, all night. Read more »

Boxes Part 1 [bdsm] [MMFF] [Fsub] [Mdom] [voy]

She looked around the room again and took in the scene. People bustling around her, snippets of piped in jazz, waiters and waitresses navigating the crowded tables, drinks piled precariously high on silver platters. Suits and sparkling dresses. She adjusted her own dress. The fit was right, which had been a surprise to her, but she was not used to the cut: hem resting just above the knee, black chiffon obscuring the plunging neckline. She felt exposed, as if everyone in the room was looking at her. And they all knew why she was there.

A box had come with the dress. The box contained a tag and a card. The tag was a simple piece of copper, not much bigger than a coin. On it was engraved her name. Her new name. The one that she had been given by him. The one she had earned after he had tested her to see whether she was worth naming. She had done everything he asked, until she was gasping for air, until her face was burning, until the tears streamed freely down her cheeks. Until she ached to be filled, pleaded to be hurt. Until the lack of release made her half-mad. Read more »

Gemini & Scorpio’s Countdown sex party (some morning-after pics included) [f][m][group]

We went to [Countdown](http://www.houseofscorpio.com/) and at first expected a dud: few people there and fewer to our taste. Not every party is or can be a success, but at the start of this one we were not optimistic. Still, we persevered and soon ran into friends who we’ve not seen for a while. C chatted quite a bit and I chatted up a European couple from opposite ends of the continent who’d met in Australia and married so they could both live in the U.S. A lovely story! Especially because they both thought that they’d just fuck each other’s brains out, only to discover that they even liked each other too.

By midnight no one had made the famous, important first move. C and I were looking at each other. Where were Zena or James or Ragnar, who typically demanded sex as soon as possible (Zena in particular)? They are all bastions, no, *beacons* of sexuality whose sex skills are an example to everyone. No one stood forward so we stood forward. The room was arranged such that a dais at one end commanded natural attention. Because it commanded natural attention no one had occupied it or its two beds. Most people were coupled up but few were even kissing. I checked in with C: was she ready to go first? Read more »

[MF] A Surprise for Sir – Part 02 [BDSM, Submissive, Rough]

>This is part 02 of my story which is a continuation. For part 01, click [here]( https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/6tgnlr/a_surprise_for_sir_part_01/).

Sir sat up against the head of the bed and lit up a cigarette. After what seemed like an eternity, I managed to lean over him and grab a sip of water. Feeling his warm skin against mine made me want more! My clit was still throbbing and sensitive. I needed closure!

I hopped over and sat on his lap, facing him. I could feel his hard penis rubbing against my pussy.

Sir once told me he was most sensitive on his neck. I decided to explore and leaned in to gently lick his neck and nibble on his ear. I could feel his penis twitching under me. Read more »

My Discipline – Part 1 [M/f] [Spanking] [Humiliation]

This is a fictional story about teen girl, and never actually happened.

My name is Heather and I have a very interesting story to tell you. You see, from the outside I seem like a very normal and typical 15 year old girl. I go to school, I am on the junior varsity volleyball team, and I get decent grades. All my teachers, neighbors, and acquaintances think I’m a model young lady. Most of the time I am, well except at home.

I am forgetful about my chores, I am terrible getting home by curfew, I give me parents sass, and fight with my younger brother Timmy more often than not. According to my parents my behavior issues didn’t really start until I was 13. They attributed the change to teenaged hormones. They were probably right. The year I turned 13 I spent an average of three weeks out of four being grounded. I had no phone, no tv, no computer. Even with as strict as it was, it didn’t really compel me to do my chores or be nicer to my brother. Since I couldn’t leave the house though, at least I wasn’t late for curfew. Read more »

[Ff] [BDSM] The subjugation of Ms. Hart, Part 1

Hey ya’ll. This is my first story and my first post here! I’d love to receive feedback and maybe some input on where to take this story.

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It would be her 30th birthday in a week. She locked her car and checked if the cash she had withdrawn from her account earlier and a folded piece of paper were still in her left back pocket. Elizabeth scanned the environment before she walked the short distance from her car to the entrance of a club which was located in the outskirts of the city she had been living in for three years now. She was casually dressed. A blue pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, grey socks and yellow sneakers. The weather was fair and she didn’t need a jacket. She wouldn’t be wearing any clothes in a few minutes time anyway. Read more »

In Bed With Strangers [MFMF][wife swap][bdsm]

My husband Max and I were dressed in our pajamas heading to the pajama party in the sex club’s finished basement. Max was in plaid bottoms and a t-shirt while I wore a cute pink satin pajama top and matching shorts. My nipples were hard. My brown hair bounced around my shoulders as we wandered downstairs. It seemed like everybody was down here in a pile of fourteen pajama wearing adults spread out on the floor in a sea of blankets, sleeping bags and bean bags nibbling on buckets of popcorn as they watched the ancient porno. Deep Throat was playing on the six by thirteen foot screen affixed to the wall. Max and I scooped up a bucket of popcorn and with drinks and popcorn in hand, we sauntered towards the group. Tom and Ann, a couple we were interested in playing with, were snuggled together propped up on a bean bag. Ann, with her black hair and deep blue eyes and her clean cut blonde husband, Tom looked over and waved for us to join them. Max and I uttered, ‘excuse me’ as we tiptoed over bodies to settle down upon the sleeping bag strewn on the floor. Max pulled up the bean bag behind us. He threw is arm around my shoulder as we settled back to watch the show. I was lying so close to Ann, dressed in a black tank top adorned with skull and bones and a pair of men’s cotton tighty whities. She was kind of a goth girl. Both my husband and I find her quite attractive. Her legs were so long and beautiful Tom looked relaxed in grey pajama bottoms and an Eddie Bauer t-shirt. We were so cozy together, melded in a puddle of flannel wearing adults. Read more »

I needed it the right way Pt. 2 [FM] [light kink/bondage] [long]

*I got some PMs asking about what happened after, so I thought I’d follow up. I did change names for the story, but everything else is what it was.*

In the last post, I detail that Ewan and I were in a relatively volatile non-relationship, and I had slept with Dave after feeling undesired and lied to.

After sleeping with Dave, I felt guilty, but I wasn’t sure how to tell Ewan what I’d done. We weren’t exclusive and we weren’t dating, but I still felt guilty and I knew he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else at the time. In some way, given his history of hiding things from me, I felt like my lie was justified.

I quickly realised I was setting myself up for something unhealthy with Ewan, and I called it off. We stopped talking, he cried, I cried, and that was it. He drunk texts me sometimes, and it was more of a sad ending than a happy one.

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I went out for a concert with my friends two weeks later, when I got a text from Dave. “Missing your pussy around my cock.” Read more »

Abusing the cuck’s wife – [MFm] [BDSM] [humiliation]

I wrote a bit ago about meeting a married bi-cuckold couple. This was our second encounter.

The first meeting you can read about in my history, but for the lazy. They were new and nervous and I helped them trim the fantasy down to something light and easy. I am positive they would have backed out had we gone with the original “fuck my wife in the ass” plan. She got me hard with her hands and then put on a show for me as she humiliated him and he blew me until I wanted to cum, and then I mounted his face.

For our second meeting they again wanted a fantasy that I thought was a bit too extreme. She had been so timid and nervous when we met and all she had done was touch me and masturbate while watching her husband suck me.

As they laid out the new fantasy, too much, too fast. She wanted to be treated poorly. Bent over and taken the moment she walked in, each hole one after another and then after, lots of dual focus on me with “forced” anal play. This from the same woman who had been clearly nervous to even stroke another man’s cock. We broke it down to its core and came up with an alternative. The key was that she wanted a break from being worshiped and he wanted to feel totally humiliated. Read more »