The Hive [Any Orientation] [BDSM] [Fantasy]

You’re lying in your cage when the sprinklers turn on. You used to jump at the cold, but that was a long time ago.

The water stops. You open the door and crawl, dripping, out of your dog cage. The voice of the hive is in your ear. It demands that you assume the position. It is a good thing you’re already on your hands and knees.

You grovel from one corner to another with your head down and your buttocks waving. The hive commands and you sit. You kneel. You roll over, and you beg. The hive wants you limber. The hive wants you wide-awake.

The hive also wants to remind you of your place, but you already knew that.

After ten minutes of crawling and reviewing your slave positions you kneel in front of the dildo on the wall. As you take it in your mouth, your lips push it backward. There’s a click as a valve opens and you get your first drink of the day.

 

Greetings, Subject 19. Welcome to the Project. Since this is your eleventh session we can skip the usual briefing and trigger entrenchment.

To [M]y surprise, a night of [group] fun with my g[F] presents itself [MMFF]

I’ve wanted to write this story for a while now, just never had the time or influence until I found /r/gonewild. If you don’t care to read the back story, skip to the “fun time” section.

My wife and I have been married now for 3 years, happily I might add. This story takes place during the first year we were dating. We weren’t engaged yet but I had already decided that I was going to ask her at some point; I just hadn’t picked out the right time (or gotten the ring yet!). For security sake, we’ll just say my wife’s name is Steph. She is 5’9″ with a curvy yet confident body and D cups. I’m 6’1″ and go 275, decent build but definitely not where I wanted to be at the time. Our sex life up to this point had been pretty good, but even after only 6 months sometimes if you have sex a lot your love life can get stale if you don’t mix it up. We had often told each other about our fantasies, mine of course (typical of most guys) was a MFF threesome and maybe some soft/full swaps. She said she could probably get into that but wanted to be married first. Of course I respected that, and I had a friend who was in a swinging relationship who agreed that it was the best way to go, wait until after you’re married.

[MM] Alex finally lets me tie him up [college bondage]

Alex finally lets me tie him up – a college bondage experience

**Prologue: A Short Date**

I’d never met Alex before that day.

Being a closeted bi man, most of my sexual experiences with men come from apps such as Grindr, Recon or Tinder. This was no different with Alex, a 24 year old muscular jock I’d gotten to know over Fetlife (think: Facebook for BDSM). I won’t lie – the minute I stumbled upon his profile and saw his perfectly sculpted body, I knew that I wanted him to be the one: the boy I’d have my first bondage experience with.

So I made the first move and what started as a simple “Hey” over inbox quickly evolved into a heated exchange of ideas where we fantasised about all the various things I’d do to him. We spoke for weeks and gradually got more excited at the prospect of meeting up, but (and I’m sure many of you have experienced this) the timing was just never right. Between his job and my studies, it seemed like it’d never work out.

And then, last week, it suddenly did. We made a date and what followed was one of the hottest nights I’ve ever had with another guy.

The Adventures of Rina – Chapter 2 [Star Wars] [oral] [MF] [voy] [interspecies] [anal] [mf]

Any feedback, positive, negative, is appreciated. Either here or to james moriarty 555 (no spaces) at yahoo mail.

### General Disclaimer ###

I don’t own Star Wars. George did and then he sold it to Mickey. I wasn’t involved in any of that. I have no rights at all to any Star Wars intellectual property. This story is either legal under parody laws or it violates Mickey’s IP and if that’s the case I have a message for Mickey: I don’t have money so suing me won’t do any good.

The following story is filled with graphic descriptions of sex. It is pornography. If you don’t want to read that or it is illegal for you to read porn in your jurisdiction then I’d suggest you stop reading now.

Virtually every single character in this story is a highly attractive bisexual with a high libido and no inhibitions to speak of and a willingness to hop into bed with just about anyone because it’s porn that’s the way porn is.

Cynthia serves my date and I – [MFf] [BDSM] [Humiliation] [Female Cuckolding]

Cynthia was in the kitchen when my date arrived. The moment the door bell rung I had seen her freeze. Preparing herself for this humiliation. This punishment.

Cynthia was cooking, nude but for an apron, her make-shift chastity belt, the anklecuffs, and wrist cuffs. Don’t judge, I didn’t make much at the time and she was a student. The chastity belt was a pair of very tight shorts (that held the dildo and butt plug in place) locked tight with a belt that we had drilled a whole in to fit a small padlock.

I don’t remember what she had done. It’s not important. She did it and if anything she was a stickler for accepting her punishments. It wasn’t a painful punishment. Mental and teasing. I do recall that she had not been allowed to orgasm or be fucked in days. I had teased here relentlessly though, long heavy petting sessions without release, teasing her pussy with my cock before making her use her mouth. All leading to this though, to having Cynthia be painfully horny, painfully longing and forced to serve as waitress and plaything on a date with GS.

Freya’s new slaves – Warhammer 40k [TFf] [anal] [bdsm] [nc] [fantasy]

ATTENTION reader, this story contains: futa, BDSM, torture, violence, rape, lactation.

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The light inside the warehouse was dim, but Freya could see several Slaves in their cages who were visibly relieved that their time to be sold had not yet arrived. Two women however were terrified as they looked back at their new owner. She turned away from the slave cages to pay for her purchase.
The purse had barely landed in the slave-traders hand and he was already counting the coins. Freya could only roll her eyes at that. As if she, Captain of Lady Sokaras personal guard, would have a need to deceive a lowly merchant like him. In fact he should have been happy she always came back to him, despite his tendency to overprice the goods. On the other hand she had to admit: She was always satisfied with what he sold to her.

Wonderland after action report (one pic included) [f][m][group]

The party lived up to its name but we don’t have much story from it. The space where Wonderland has many rooms and its center of gravity shifts over time. At the beginning everyone concentrates towards the entrance, the bar, and the dancefloor, with many ecstatic dancers and a few skilled dancers shaking their thing. It is very close to a literal mating dance. I ran into a friend who I’m always happy to see but never hang out with (something I need to remedy). And she’s always happy to see me, which means she’s actually happy to see me or is really good at faking it (but why bother faking?).

We vouched for our friend Zena, who you [may recall from previous stories](http://seattle255.tumblr.com/post/129165396939/hosting-our-first-sex-party), and she is a favorite target for spanking. Speaking of which, there was also a large room with crosses, spanking benches, and related paraphernalia set up, and we watched a lot of that action but didn’t much partake.

Amrita [BDSM] [MF] [Stat]

She was prying the jewel out of the statue’s eye when she heard footsteps coming from outside the vault.

*Shit,* she thought. It sounded like at least three guards. Big fat eunuchs with big fat clubs. And there she was, a thief with a few levels in bard.

She couldn’t fight them. She couldn’t hide. There weren’t any chests or piles of coins to burrow inside. It was one of the smaller vaults: all it had were smutty statues. Fortunately she had a plan.

She swallowed the jewel. The client had insisted she not touch it with her bare skin but there was no other way to take it with her. The plan did not involve pockets. She peeled off her clothes and put them on a mannequin. They looked strange on the mannequin (the thief was quite a bit heavier) but that wasn’t her problem anymore. She got on her knees, cupped her breasts, and bit down on a little glass pill. The potion tasted like pistachios.

Rina – Chapter 1 – A Star Wars Pornfic [MF] [MM] [voy] [aliens] [prostitution] [F solo]

Feedback of any sort is appreciated, message moriarty555 on reddit or email james moriarty 555 at yahoo (no spaces) if you liked it, hated it, found grammar problems, or anything else.

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I don’t own Star Wars. George did and then he sold it to Mickey. I wasn’t involved in any of that. I have no rights at all to any Star Wars intellectual property. This story is either legal under parody laws or it violates Mickey’s IP and if that’s the case I have a message for Mickey: I don’t have money so suing me won’t do any good.

The following story is filled with graphic descriptions of sex. It is pornography. If you don’t want to read that or it is illegal for you to read porn in your jurisdiction then I’d suggest you stop reading now.

Virtually every single character in this story is a highly attractive bisexual with a high libido and no inhibitions to speak of and a willingness to hop into bed with just about anyone because it’s porn that’s the way porn is.

I’m A Devout Christian, But Into BDSM [MF] [Kink]

I’m Christian, and I’m pretty involved with my local church. I attend worship ever Sunday, and I help organise community events and fundraise. I’m also very submissive, and always have been. Even just in day to day life I hate having to take the lead on anything. I like it when a man takes control. And the idea of being spanked and told what to do turns me on. It also really, really makes me wet to think about being hurt while being fucked. Like being fucked so hard it hurts, or in the ass, because that’s quite painful for me. Other fetish stuff I’m not so keen on. I’ve never wanted to get dressed up in leather or go to an orgy or anything.

Sometimes I feel really dirty and low, because I’m standing there with the congregation singing or in prayer and I’m still hurting because last night a guy I met on the internet fucked me in the ass. I’m probably one of the most sinful people at the church I go to, and so sometimes it does make me feel kind of dirty by comparison. The way I make sense of it to myself is that God gave me this body. By enjoying it I’m enjoying and embracing the gift he gave me. It’s hard to remember that sometimes.