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Subject 962 [M] [BDSM] [fetish] my first attempt at writing something

Hope you enjoy it.
Feedback welcome.

As I wake up, all I see is a white ceiling, I am naked laying on my back, arms alongside my body, legs straight, I try to move but I soon find that I can’t, my wrists are tied to the bed, and so are my ankles, I try to raise my head to see around only to find that a collar keeps my neck down tied to the bed too, try to look down the best I can and around my waist there is a metal belt with straps that hold me against the bed too, what is going on? Why am I restrained like this? How did I got here? What happened? I can’t remember anything, last thing I can recall is leaving work as I always do.

-Oh you’re awake!

I hear as a woman enters the room, a nurse, or at least looks like it.

-Where am I? What happened?

-You don’t remember? You volunteered for this project.

-What project?

-Sexual research of course!

-But I don’t remember anything, I would never do that specially if it means being tied up like this! Read more »

Subject 962 – My first writing [M] [BDSM] [Torture] [slave]

Hi,

This is my very fist attempt at writing something, feedback appreciated, hope you enjoy it.

As I wake up, all I see is a white ceiling, I am naked laying on my back, arms alongside my body, legs straight, I try to move but I soon find that I can’t, my wrists are tied to the bed, and so are my ankles, I try to raise my head to see around only to find that a collar keeps my neck down tied to the bed too, try to look down the best I can and around my waist there is a metal belt with straps that hold me against the bed too, what is going on? Why am I restrained like this? How did I got here? What happened? I can’t remember anything, last thing I can recall is leaving work as I always do.

-Oh you’re awake!

I hear as a woman enters the room, a nurse, or at least looks like it.

-Where am I? What happened?

-You don’t remember? You volunteered for this project.

-What project?

-Sexual research of course! Read more »

[MF] More than just whips and chains: One word, “Yes.”

———————————– Prologue ——————————–

 

If you ask people in the BDSM community about BDSM sex they tell you it is about more than just whips and chains, but if you go you /r/BDSM right now you will see, on its frontpage, that it is covered almost exclusively in imagery of devices for whipping and devices for tying people up.

Nowadays it is easy to find porn of all types, but I still find it difficult to find material that only focuses on the dominance and submission without getting a heavy dose of bondage and discipline or sadism and masochism. So with that in mind, I’d like to tell you all a story from my sex life, from a few nights back and I hope you enjoy it.

 

———————————- Background —————————–

 

I’ve been casual seeing this girl for awhile. She’s wonderful; beautiful, smart, and quietly funny. If you asked her if she was into BDSM I don’t believe she would say yes. She quite conventional when it comes to sex. Not uptight and prudish, because she definitely enjoys sex. That being said, even if she may not label yourself, in BDSM term as submissive, in the bedroom that she most assuredly is one. Read more »

Prequel: The Boss’s Birthday [cuck] [f] [bdsm] trigger warning – eating disorders

His wife was not a martyr, although some might consider her long-suffering. He loved her in his own way, and sometimes even wanted to make love to her. There was something in him that drove him towards broken birds, and though many would expect her to be broken, his wife was not. She was also not 22, and not so thin a that strong wind would knock her down. And the town they lived in, well the wind always blew fucking hard.

How many broken girls came in and out of his life on a daily basis? More than the candies in the dish on his desk, but less than drops of blue ink in his inkwell. Soon he lived for his broken birds alone, and she thought about leaving him. So many birds in life and online, but he had three special feathered ones in his menagerie. Read more »

A little BDSM oriented game.

This is a little idea I had for a game that could be played as a BDSM scene. It appeals to a few kinks in particular, written from the perspective of the submissive…

It’s a beautiful Saturday morning as you lay comfortably in bed, snuggled against a pillow. You begin to stir as you hear the familiar “Bzzrt! Bzzrt!” of your phone vibrating on the nightstand, just out of arm’s reach. Annoyed, you roll around in bed kicking the sheets out of the way so you can reach over and find out who’s just interrupted your blissful morning.

*What a pleasant surprise*. It’s a text from Sir… A picture in fact. You strain your eyes to see the details of what appears to be his hand clasping a long, thick, white … coil of nylon rope. “We’re going to be playing a little game tonight. This is object #1…” the text read.

You squirm a little as you clutch your phone, re-reading the message, and inspecting the picture, trying to decipher what kind of game Sir might be talking about. You can feel the familiar clinging sensation of your panties to the silky smooth skin between your thighs. Best to be cheeky though, you think, as you set the phone down ignoring the message… for now. Read more »

[FM] Friday night I made out with a virgin… Saturday night she was bound with duct tape with welts on her ass and cum on her tits. [BDSM][Longish]

This one started getting really long. Sorry about that. I trimmed it a bit. If you like even more backstory, I posted a longer version here: http://relationshipgoalsxxx.com/kate-the-virgin/.

Feedback is welcome!

One day, after waking up surrounded by empty Pabst cans to the sound of my roommate screaming at his World of Warcraft guild, I walked over to my computer and saw that I’d had a few friend requests, which I accepted all of – at least the females (I was a shitty dude). By the time I finished my shower, shave, and breakfast of cold pizza I returned to my computer to a new message from Kate.

Kate was extremely attractive… in the exact opposite ways that I tend to prefer(ed). I liked extremely thin or chubby pale art majors with shitty attitudes, my age or older, black or colorful hair, dressed punk as fuck, and enjoyed going to basement punk shows & goth fetish nights. She wasn’t thin or chubby – I think the kids today would call her thicc – with a giant ass on her relatively slim 5′ frame. She was two years my junior. She regularly tanned, kept her hair in line with mainstream trends, was bubbly and cheerful. I had no idea why she wanted to talk to me (my initial thought was that I was going to be asked to stop corrupting one of her friends), but I didn’t have to work until that evening, so I was game to talk. Read more »

Her pony ride, [MF],[Soft swing],[sharing],[BDSM]

“You are my dom. I am your submissive. I will listen and obey. I will communicate fully and openly. I give my body and my consent to you”

I looked in my lover’s gray eyes intensely. I spread my palms across her upturned forearms before I began my formalistic response.

“You are my submissive. I am your dom. I will cherish and lead you to where you need to be. I will respect your safety and your consent”

Nicole trembled as we completed our little ceremony. We had been playing for almost a year together. This is how we transition from vanilla to kinky, from mundane to in-scene. I like this, it is a nice way to reinforce the dynamic of the next couple of hours and it forces explicit communication. She likes it because it puts her into the right space.

“Slut, what are your safe-words tonight”

“Master, “Licorice” is my stop for a moment word, “Pineapple” is my stop everything safe word”

“Very well, mine are “Wallabee” and “Boomerrang”. Stop lights are in effect.” Read more »

The Questgiver [MFFF] [bdsm] [fantasy] [Fsub]

Inspired by a post in WritingPrompts

 

I started the first day of my new life the way I always did. I had my morning coffee, my morning wank, my morning shower. The drive to work was *okay*, except I kept feeling like I should’ve tried for a second wank. That’s Mondays for you.

The guard at the office opened the door for me. She always did that, but this time she smiled.

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked.

“I don’t think so,” I said, and tried not to finish the sentence with *Cupcake.* In my defense she did look like a cupcake, with a
sprinkling of freckles and a rather soggy bottom.

“I mean, really,” she said. “Anything I can do for you? Anything you want?”

I bit my tongue. There were many things she could do for me. But this was no way to behave in a professional setting. She kept
pestering me, though.

“Look, why don’t you just go and pick up my dry-cleaning?” I said.

If only I’d known.

 

Everyone at work was giving me funny looks. Read more »

The Questgiver [MF] [BDSM]

Inspired by [this post](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/6bwc4u/wp_you_go_about_your_day_as_normal_but_notice_a/dhq1ojq/) in r/WritingPrompts

 

I started the first day of my new life the way I always did. I had my morning coffee, my morning wank, my morning shower. The drive to work was *okay*, except I kept feeling like I should’ve tried for a second wank. That’s Mondays for you.

The guard at the office opened the door for me. She always did that, but this time she smiled.

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked.

“I don’t think so,” I said, and tried not to finish the sentence with *Cupcake.* In my defense she did look like a cupcake, with a
sprinkling of freckles and a rather soggy bottom.

“I mean, really,” she said. “Anything I can do for you? Anything you want?”

I bit my tongue. There were many things she could do for me. But this was no way to behave in a professional setting. She kept
pestering me, though.

“Look, why don’t you just go and pick up my dry-cleaning?” I said.

If only I’d known.

 

Everyone at work was giving me funny looks. Read more »