[Bi] Twelve (Part 1/2) [long] [nc/reluc] (bdsm) (exh) (drugs) (buk) […]

*Note on tags:* Being that this is _long_, the tags are essentially too many to list, and some are omitted out of spoiler concerns. What _does_ bear mentioning, is that it does _not_ include water sports, scat, bestiality, underage characters or incest.

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## Father

The bus rattled along the dusty road into the Colorado mountains, throwing up a tall, heavy plume as it forged through the terrain, thick white sheets hung in the windows to shield its precious cargo from the impure world outside; the twelve young women that would be the mothers of a new age of humanity.

The driver was a tall, slim and severe man by the name of Clark Epson, although he styled himself ‘Father’. He wore his black hair short, but for the steadily growing bald spot on his crown, and his cheeks were shaven, drawing the attention of anyone looking at him to his hooked nose flanked by glittering, sky blue eyes.

Star Wars – Princess in Peril [BDSM][MF][FF][SM][IR]]MCTRL][SADISM][RAPE]

Book 1 of A Princess In Peril. In an alternate timeline, Princess Leia remains a slave of Jabba after the Empire attacks at the sarlaac pit. After the Rebel victory at Endor, Jabba finds himself unable to dispose of Leia for fear of reprisal. An old adversary of Leia’s, however, purchases the Princess from Jabba. Soon, Leia finds herself an unwilling sex-slave of her sadistic new Mistress.

She let me have it all.[MF]

I should start by explaining how hot this woman is.
She is tall and dark and exotic. I’m nearly 6 foot and without shoes she matches my height. Her proportions are incredible, large soft breasts that hang perfectly and fill the hands with more than they can handle, long supple and strong legs that turn into a big (the good big) round bite-able ass. The only thing on her more luxurious than her smooth brown skin is her long jet black hair. Her smile is big and bright and her pretty lips fade from brown to light pink. By all rights she should be out of my league, but through some luck granted by the universe she finds me attractive too!!!
Our everyday life does not provide us with the ability to see each other often, so when we do, my pent up desire for her overrides my patience. We try to do normal date things, but she knows by how I’m looking at her that I want to revel in her body more than anything. Fortunately she seems to enjoy that.

[FM] Secretive FWB fun, light BDSM

*First post, dying to gush about my last FWB encounter*

I [F25] have a fuck buddy [M24], we’ve been hooking up since early summer ’16. And NO ONE knows or even has a clue. We are in the same friend group and their knowledge of us would drastically change the dynamic of the group. There’s ex’s. It would be messy.. Hence why there’s a need for us to be secretive. But the secrecy is SUCH a turn on.

Fast forward to this past weekend. I get a phone call from my FWB, I’ll call him Mark, which is not out of the ordinary. Mark says him and another one of our friends is looking to grab a bite to eat and have a few drinks somewhere downtown. I happily oblige, I almost never decline a chance to see him, especially when unreal sex is on the table.

[MF] Diary of a Gone Wild Stories Writer [Cheating]

The plaudits came like a typhoon breaking on land—swift and overwhelming. My naughty little story had hit a nerve. No, it wasn’t like I was the new E.L. James, skyrocketing to fame over some BDSM fiction—this was just a humble sub-reddit after all. Nonetheless, it felt good to know that my relatively vanilla story about office promiscuity was being well-received by the community I had only recently discovered.

Seeing that upvote counter go up was a cheap little thrill, but the real satisfying feedback was from the private messages that followed. Suggestions for improvement were constructive, as well as thanks from fellow men for bringing to life a fantasy they had always craved. Even the criticisms seemed balanced—except for that one dude who was convinced the female lead in my story was his wife and demanded answers (it was a fictional story). Heck even a few women reached out to express their thanks—well, purported women, anyway.

Then it arrived. A few weeks after the fervour had died down, a simple one-sentence private message popped up in my inbox: “I haven’t played with myself a single time without thinking of your story since reading it a month ago – Michaela”.

That time I made the secret rape-fantasy of a friend come true [MF],[kink],[rapeplay]

That time I surprise a friend and myself by playing out her secret rape fantasy. Names are changed, but the rest is true to the best of my memory. It is a bit long but I hope you don’t mind. Comments always welcome!

This happened a few years ago. Elisa was a friend I had known for a while. We had met at BDSM events which she attended with her partner and I attended with my partner. I was at that time in an open long distance relationship. Just to get the physical facts out of the way – Elisa is 6’6”, blond, well curved with nice tits. I’m 5’10” and was at that time quite athletic because I was doing a lot of martial arts.

Elisa and me had been chatting occasionally and we had a lot of common interests. One evening she was coming over to my apartment for dinner and chatting. She had some troubles with her relationship. They were also trying an open relationship, but it didn’t really work out. So she was curious to hear how we made it work.
At that time I had a very small apartment so after dinner we ended up sitting on the floor of my bedroom. We chatted for quite a while sitting close to each other. I had to admit that I was getting horny and the small “accidental” touches didn’t help.

Tried kink shaming with my girlfriend [MF]

My girlfriend told me about having rape fantasies and some pretty deranged thoughts. I tried to do act them out but I was too disgusted by them and I have binge thoughts about punishing BDSM participants through criminal prosecution. I have a horrible paradox between that and self deprecating even though I know it’s wrong to judge myself as not being a real man. It’s part of a forced macho fetish. I also have a huge kink shaming fetish because of how taboo it is. I told her I want to kink shame her.

We started out by doing small things like groping her or making inappropriate comments. If she complained I would silence her by telling her that she’s a misogynistic slut and so she has no right to complain. Once when she was in the kitchen she was dressed super hot in a sweater and leggings with her hair tied back, I told her how hot she was and that I was going to rape her. I walked up, grabbed her, and started grinding against her. I dragged her into my room and made her sit down on the couch and told her I lied because rape is disgusting and misogynistic and I wouldn’t give her anything unless she begged for it. I called her a misogynist slut while I allowed her to suck my penis and told her what a good misogynistic slut she was. I told her I was humiliating her for her misogyny. We cuddled after and I returned the favor by going down on her and teased her my making her tell me how much she wanted it.

Start of a great day (First post) [MF], [BDSM, Dom, Sub, 24/7 Submission]

If there are any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors please let me know and I will amend as I know I am not the strongest with English and have probably missed some (a lot). Any feedback/thoughts please, please share.

The Fitbit alarm went off at 6:25 as it did every morning waking Chloe up as it vibrated on her wrist. This gave her 5 minutes to prep before the solenoid lock on her sleeping cage would unlock and she could start her day. She stretched out as much as she could in the cage, with it just not long enough for her to fully extend, her toes curled around the bars as her back strained at its side. Her eyes slowly adjusting to the near dark of the morning.

At last she heard the cage unlock and she carefully pushed the door open quietly so as to not wake sir, seeping just a meter away in his bed. Outside her cage she could fully stretch out, standing on her toes and reaching to the roof. Smiling with glee she remembered what day it was and she quickly tiptoed her way to the wardrobe to get the wrapped bundle of clothes she had carefully stuffed at the bottom of her bag and hidden from her master. She scurried to the bathroom clutching them close against her chest.

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a great time at my local dungeon[MF]

I met a women on tinder, we’ll call her Sarah. Sarah was a short, pale, red head with a pixie cut style who had tattoos on her back, shoulder, sternum, and legs. I swiped right because I have a thing for chicks with tattoos and short hair. She swiped right because on my profile I talked about how I spent my Saturdays having fun in at a BDSM dungeon. She sent me a message saying she loved my profile and after basic greetings she wanted to meet up Saturday for coffee. I gladly accepted and we decided to meet at 4.

Saturday comes along and we meet up. She was wearing a loose fitted crop top that showed bits and pieces of her ink. We chatted for 2 hours talking about our hobbies and jobs.

I looked at my phone for the time and told her I had to meet up with friends. she smiled and said in a very sarcastic tone.

“Are you leaving to meet up with your friends at the dungeon?”

I smiled widely and said “yes, would you like to come with me?”.