Tag: BDSM

Sub’s perspective: a night at the club [MF] [BDSM] [exhibitionism] [Mfm]

Sir had instructed me to wait for him in my car once I arrived at the dessert boutique we were meeting at. I obeyed. Sir parked next to me and got out of his car to greet me. As he opened the door, he leaned in to hold my face and kiss me. I smiled. I got out of the car and hugged and kissed Sir again. We walked inside together, surprised to see our friend standing inside already. She greeted us, Sir with a hug, and me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

We picked out our dessert and sat down at a table in the far left of the boutique for some privacy. We chatted with our friend for awhile.

Sir made me show off for her, instructing me to swing my left leg over the arm of the chair and trace my fingers over my cunt while looking at her and detailing what I am to Sir. I obeyed, reciting:

“Your fucktoy, Sir.”

“And what does that mean?”

“That all of my holes are for your use in whatever way you see fit.”

“Good girl. What else are you?” Read more »

[MFM] Bull comes in the life of spoiled college kids

I would like to be friends with some cute college rich spoiled hipster girl (this part is true). We spend our time partying, taking drugs, travelling. Then we become kinda half-FWBs/ kinda not serious love relationship. Lots of sex, she thinks I am sweet. We live debauched and messy life.

Female tutor that her rich busy parents gave her is not satisfied with all this and me. She arranges someone to fix this situation. Then BOOM… “alpha-male” Bull comes into our lives, tall muscular model looking guy in a suiit. Hipster girl is confused. “Bring on the Bull for this kids” Big HNNNG for me

Firstly he just helps us with arranging our household and learning discipline but then he seduces her, because difference between our two masculinity is quite extreme, (I am bony short guy with a babyface, he isn’t) She cannot contain herself any longer and starts humping him.

Let’s say this are us:

I protest to female tutor but she quickly puts me in place and orders me to stay with her as emotional support using blackmails on me. Female tutor then dominates me sexually (Homeland first season, casting for a scheick) and threatens me to put my cock into cage if I continue to rebel. Read more »

[MF] Popped both my cherries with a much older man from an online fetish site *long*

Background: I am a 24 year old Asian girl who come from a strict, religious-type family. I could never have a boy over, couldn’t have sleepovers (even with my girl friends), had to report where I was if I was allowed out, and of course, no boyfriends. Well, with an upbringing like that, there was only 2 ways I could grow up: 1) Be extremely obedient and followed all rules to a T, 2) Be rebellious.

I went down road #2. I wasn’t *extremely* rebellious. I came home from school everyday, didn’t bring boys home, didn’t smoke, didn’t do drugs. I’d discovered parties and clubs at age 20, but by then I was an intern that had pretty irregular hours so I used that as an excuse whenever I went to the clubs, and my parents couldn’t stop me. I’d always known that I was into bdsm ever since I was a young teenager and I’d found an online bdsm/fetish website, although I didn’t meet up with anyone at all.

That changed on Friday, 17th March 2017. Read more »

The Wait [Fm] [Bondage] [Femdom] [bdsm] [Msub]

I was bound by wrists and my ankles. Tied to the bed posts as I lay with my back resting comfortably on the bed. I am blindfolded so I all I can see is darkness. My cock twitches uncomfortably in it’s cage, aching to be released. She doesn’t allow me to have it off when I am not in her presence. It’s been a week since my last orgasm and I am not sure how much longer I will be able to stand it.

She greatly enjoy’s seeing me like this, helpless and bound, with my pleasure at her disposal. If she decides I deserve any that is. Or maybe she isn’t even watching anymore, and left the room to have a glass of wine. “How long I have I been waiting?” I try to ask, but my mouth is gagged shut so only muffled sounds come out. Inaudible and useless to anyone but me. Time is difficult when you are deprived of your senses. It feels like I’ve been waiting for hours, but with my luck it hasn’t even been five minutes yet! Read more »

Starla’s Sex Journal 16/3/17; [Ff][bdsm][Fdom][Fsub]

16/3/17

In the great tradition of Starla not realizing anything is wrong with Starla, I was informed by Kiera last night that I’d been sullen and withdrawn for the past few days. Ever since I had been with Mark, conveniently.

He was… In the moment, he was everything. He was what I needed. I suspect I will need him again, in the future as well, but for the most part, I felt regret. His birthday this year had already passed, which means that at some point in 2016, he was legally still a child.

I couldn’t deal. Still can’t. Kiera came into my room last night, after putting Kieran down to rest. “Everything okay, Babygirl,” she asked me, sitting down on the edge of my bed. I didn’t know where to begin, so I just hugged her. She knows that I absolutely adore the sensation of her burying me; it’s like its own form of bondage, to me. A baby learns the word Mama to speak to the giant creature caring for it. A giant which is stronger, bigger, and has an answer for every worry and ailment the baby may have. I wanted to make myself smaller for her; moreso than I could by simply curling up. Read more »

I was her third that day [MF]

This happened a few years ago. A FWB pinged me one afternoon seeing what I was up to that evening and I told her to come over. I was single at the time but had just started sleeping with another girl that was starting to get serious so I figured I’d have one last fling with this chick as she was super kinky. Not the kind of girl to settle down with, but we’d had a lot of fun (other stories). She was a few years younger than me, a hippy type with a tight body – but she did keep herself well groomed and clean. The hippy side was more her attitude in life. It should also be said she was something of a nympho, and I’ve found out since that she struggled with sex addiction.

This night, she came over and I was waiting in bed for her. She came in and we talked and cuddled in bed for a while. She seemed a little tired but eventually I got her revved up with enough kissing and light touching and started getting a little more assertive, moving on top of her. She is quite submissive and I am dominant so we fell into our roles easily. Read more »

My Weekend in Philadelphia Pt II [MF] [Bondage] [Femdom]

I was under the impression a blindfold was simply deployed to steal my vision and keep me on edge, to anticipate what was coming next, or where Miss Janet was in regards to me, or what toys she had at her disposal. It did all of that, of course, but it absolutely heightened my senses elsewhere with my sight gone.

They bit hungrily, craving the thin flesh of my hard cock and bound balls. All told, Miss Janet informed me that she placed 18 total clothespins on my head, shaft and balls. Her praise kept me focused, not wanting to complain verbally or groan in anguish.

She flicked the clothespins with her forefinger and giggled when I would moan or try to wiggle my cock and balls away from her strikes. The second I settled into a pain on one specific pin, another would get flicked or pulled. I didn’t care to use either safeword, even with the current pain, I feared it might get worse. Still, as if Miss Janet could read my mind, when something really started to burn, she would place a vibrator of some sort on my adorned cock and make me forget all about the decorations. Read more »

[mf] bdsm fetish meet up fuck

Girl off of a fetish site

Anyone who has read my first story knows I am a dominant person in the bed room. Well this time
I’ll tell a story about Alexis who I met off of a fetish website.

She wrote me first, saying she was new to this. I asked her what she wanted from the website and she wanted to find a Dom. Well turned out that was me. We message over Kik for a bit, and plan to meet that night, she got cold feet and we ended up not meeting that night. Weeks pass before I hear from her again and then she messages me wanting to fuck that night needing it badly. Read more »

A Prince of Arabia part 1 [BDSM]

The sand was hot on my bare feet as I walked two steps behind my captor, a fatatan assassin of the rimal. I was naked but for my chains. My wrists were locked behind me while my feet were hobbled by a short set of links. An iron leash connected my sunburnt neck to my enemy’s hand. I was a prince of the Levant but now I was also a prisoner.

The girl who held me in bondage was not imposing. She was short and slim but I knew she carried the sting of a scorpion in her frame. The bruises on my body were proof of that.

That had been my mistake, underestimating her. She had come upon me while I bathed in an oasis. She dazzled me with her alluring voice. Trained in the arts of seduction her whole life. I had no reason to suspect. Girls often threw themselves at me for the privilege of a night with a prince. I should have known the moment I tasted that spice on her lips, like cinnamon and dates. It was a sleeping drug often used by the females of the caste of assassins to incapacitate their prey. Read more »

A Prince of Arabia part 1 [BDSM]

The sand was hot on my bare feet as I walked two steps behind my captor, a fatatan assassin of the rimal. I was naked but for my chains. My wrists were locked behind me while my feet were hobbled by a short set of links. An iron leash connected my sunburnt neck to my enemy’s hand. I was a prince of the Levant but now I was also a prisoner.
The girl who held me in bondage was not imposing. She was short and slim but I knew she carried the sting of a scorpion in her frame. The bruises on my body were proof of that.
That had been my mistake, underestimating her. She had come upon me while I bathed in an oasis. She dazzled me with her alluring voice. Trained in the arts of seduction her whole life. I had no reason to suspect. Girls often threw themselves at me for the privilege of a night with a prince. I should have known the moment I tasted that spice on her lips, like cinnamon and dates. It was a sleeping drug often used by the females of the caste of assassins to incapacitate their prey.
“Hurry up behiima!” she taunted. “We must make it to the hills before sundown if we are to assure that there is no hope of your rescue.” It was maddening. With each bitter step I lessened my odds of freedom.
For a moment I struggled against my fetters and pulled on my leash. Seeing the look of fury in her eyes I felt instant regret.
She wheeled on me like a viper snapped her leather whip in the air. It was the type used to break unruly horses. Next it crossed my quivering skin. An angry red streak marked the path of her vengeance. She pulled me forward by my leash and grabbed the rear of my hair. I felt her knee in my back and dropped to the ground.
“You are a dog!” she spat. “And I will bring your fakhur spirit to heel or you will regret the first day you saw the sun rise.” She dug her knee into my kidney and waited. “Please!” I sputtered “no more.” She relaxed her grip a bit. “You will show me your regret” she said. “Lick my boots shariha!”
As the son of a sultan I could never submit myself so brazenly before an assassin, an outcast! My muscles twitched with rage and humiliation. She brought her whip down once upon my buttocks in a snap of pain and shoved my chin into her foot. With all the hatred man has ever felt i licked her boot. More ignominy and disgrace no prince since the days of Abraham has felt I am sure.
She hauled me up and steadied me, seeming calmer after bending me to her will.
She looked deep into my eyes. Her unusual venom green irises peering into my soul. “Come o ‘asir” she said not entirely without warmth. “We must make camp before sunset.”