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[FF] My (27f) GF (34f) and I have been trying orgasm torture.

So, it’s been a while since I wrote a story. Had a bad time at my first practice placement for grad school and the last few months were especially bad. That being said, I’m at a new place now doing therapy for medical students, and life is a lot easier than it used to be. Moving on…

For the last few months, our sex life has been pretty good, despite the stress, and we’ve been pushing some boundaries and exploring some emotions we both have about sex. In doing so, we’ve pushed slightly away from the more traditional bondage we’ve been doing, but still staying in the realm of BDSM with things like orgasm denial and some light exhibitionism (going out on dates with a buttplug in, or with semi-visible lingerie, etc.) Typically, I call her Goddess and she calls me Toy, Slut, Princess, or Worshipper. It’s really nice, and I like feeling valued and noticed during sex.

Kidnapped and shock-trained into oral slavery [M30/F28] [bdsm] [cbt] [ds] [electro] [Fdom] [nc] [rape]

One of my deepest fantasies is to be sexually enslaved by a close female friend. Even though I know it would be horrible to experience in real life, I can’t help but get turned on by the idea of getting overpowered and objectified for her pleasure.

Let’s say this woman is you. Perhaps one day, you’re giving me a ride home, and as we’re chatting about life, you drive me to a secluded area in the woods. I’m vaguely confused about why we’ve stopped here, but I don’t suspect anything yet.

Quietly, you reach into your bag and pull out a stun gun. Before I can react, you jab it into my stomach and electrocute me. It takes a second for the pain to register, but as I scream and writhe, you continue to hold the electrified contacts against me. Before long, I pass out.

When I wake up, it’s dusk outside. I’m kneeling on the floor facing the back seat, stripped naked and frog-tied. My hands are cuffed behind me, and my legs are spread slightly apart, with my ankles tied to my thighs. Panicked, I struggle against my restraints, but suddenly I feel a powerful shock flow through my genitals and up into my insides. I yelp in surprise as my body writhes uncontrollably. As abruptly as it started, the electricity stops, and I quietly crumple forward. Read more »

Snakes and ladders: office edition (BDSM)(femsub solo)

It takes a bus ride and a walk to reach the location you specified. I dress as requested. A knee length dark brown raincoat, black stockings, black sneakers. That was all you listed and all I wear.

My bare skin is sweaty and nervous against the silky lining of the coat. As I walk the fabric slides against my nipples hardening them to aching peaks. I am very aware of the cool breeze caressing between my legs.

On the bus journey you had me sit over the wheel arch knowing what the juddering vibrations transmitted through the hard bench seat would do to me.

I recognize the location, I have walked past it many times without a thought. An office building in the commercial district. It has been empty for almost two years. Twelve floors of derelict unwanted office space left to rot.

The entrance and surroundings are walled off with high wooden hoardings to prevent trespass and vandalism. After two years plants have grown wild inside the walled off area and I can see the green tops waving above the hoardings.

The small door to the barrier is locked but you have sent me a key. I have no idea how you have this. Read more »

Hello BOILS and GHOULS! Its your old pal the Kink Keeper again. It’s the most wonderful time of the year and I’m here with Monster Mash, the first in a series of Eerie Erotica about Dracula and his Brides called Transylvanian Concubines. Our tale tonight is [BDSM] [Ms] [Supernatural]

Monster Mash: A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines

By Dmitri Storm

Alzbeta woke up, as she did every night, in her coffin. She lay there, staring at the wood ceiling, and waited. Her wrists and ankles shackled, she had no choice but to wait for the Count or another of his servants to arrive and release her for the evening.

Alzbeta silently prayed the Count or at least his servant Ivan would free her. The Count and Ivan both enjoyed roughly using one of her holes as soon as she was unchained, but this was expected treatment for the sort of degraded creature she had become.

On the other hand, the other brides were especially cruel. Often they would whip her, laughing as they forced her to use her tongue to pleasure them or to clean the dirt and dust off their cold, dead feet. This was when they didn’t have a more creative humiliation to subject her to. It was their right, of course. Alzbeta was the youngest of the Count’s three brides, which gave them power over her. A slave even to her fellow slaves. Read more »

Monthly Session

It had been a month. A month since I felt his touch. A month since I felt his lips. A month since his voice in my ear sent chills down my spine.

I parked in the driveway and turned off my car. I dropped my keys getting out and only then, reaching to pick them up, did I realize my hands were shaking. God, I was excited. The proverbial kid at Christmas, so eager for the gifts he was about to give me.

I rang the bell and waited for him to answer.

He opened the door wearing dark denim jeans and a button down shirt the color of sunsets. He smiled and I felt my body clinch. “Hello Princess. Do come in.”

Fuck! His voice. Deep and somehow both soft and commanding at the same time. I stepped inside his layer and he closed the door behind me. The lamp in the corner was on, R&B that took me back to high school played softly on the soundbar. He moved up behind me, close, but didn’t touch me. I could feel his sexual energy like a phone on silent vibrating on the bed. “It’s good to see you again.” That’s what he said. What I heard was “I’m going to make you my slave.”, and I was okay with it. “Have a seat.” Read more »

[MF] We had a weekend of the most amazing sex in 15+ years! Part 5 (pegging, femdom, cum swap)

And so we are back to our child-free weekend of kinky and revitilizing sex.

As you remember, on day 1 we did a full-on 3-hours long BDSM scene with D/s, bondage, spanking till bruises, low temperature wax play, sensory deprivation, edging which led my wife to huge orgasm, I rimmed her, I trained her anus with fingers and several butt plugs and we had our first anal sex and i came inside her first time in 3 years. Most amazing sex in over 15 years!

Then the next day happens and we and I’m prepping myself for anal play, my wife dresses up in beautiful seductive lingerie and some kinky-gothish leather and chain bra and waist belt, puts a gag in my mouth, I help her to put on strap-on harness, tighten the belt and attach the smallest dildo that I bought for myself. A short, rigid, smooth, slightly curved black stick, that doesn’t look like penis at all (1 inch thick, 4.5 inches long). And we go straight to business. Wife rims me, then switches to sucking my dick and lubes her index finger and slowly slides 1 digit in my ass. Oh, shit, this feels awesome. 2 digits. 3 digits. Then middle finger. Then thumb. Then two fingers. I’m ecstatic. I mumble, fuck it, let’s do it. She adds more lube and starts slowly inserting this thing in me. What she doesn’t know, is that I tried it back home one time, and it’s piece of cake for me. But she does it really slow and steady and gentle and I love every second of this and don’t rush her, but eventually she starts thrusting faster. I take a tenga cup and start sliding my dick in it. Good heavens. I could tell by her look how she enjoyed seeing me like this. Read more »

The Party Dress (bdsm)(femsub)

The dress is a shiny dark red with a florid rose print design a shade paler. It is low cut with thin straps and it flares out to a loose midlength skirt.

I wear it with black stockings, black opera gloves and a red silk band around my throat.

Those look good when the dress is removed.

The dress was chosen by me, purchased cheaply from a thrift store. A number of factors have to be considered.

That the dress is second hand excites me. I imagine who owned it before me. Where they might have worn it. What they might have done. Did they ever come while wearing it? Was it pulled up above their waist to give their partner access? Did they touch themselves through the silky red fabric?

I checked it for stains and part of me was dissappointed not to find any. My imagination would have turned a small stain from a spilled drink into evidence of an orgy.

I have come in the dress more than once. The first time alone in my bedroom seeing myself in the mirror. I wish I could say the first time had been in the changing room at the store but there was no changing room and even excited it takes time and work for me to reach climax. Read more »

My Visit to Cape Town, Part 3 [bdsm] [real] [femdom] [extreme] [toilet] [graphic] [oc] [f48/m43]

Trigger Warning: This part includes a graphic depiction of toilet/scat play. If this is not something that interests you or you are turned off by, please skip to Part 4 (link coming soon).

Up slave, on your feet,” she spoke as she walked behind her desk and opened a drawer. “Now your real punishment begins.”

She pulled out an odd looking black hood with what looked like swollen red lips. When she pulled it over my head, it didn’t completely blind me like the other one – it seemed to have many tiny holes to allow limited vision. She pulled some laces in the back tightly and added a lock. She also put me in a clear plastic coverall that fit snuggly with elastic around my thighs and biceps. She then led me to a small, dark room that felt like it was a bathroom, but with the vision I had, I couldn’t be sure.

“I am going to leave you now slave,” she held a gag with threading on it in her hand. “But first, this.”

She shoved the gag in mouth and it threaded into the lips of the hood. Read more »

End of work TGIF [F26] [Rape, Non-con, BDSM, Forced Orgasm]

The smell of vape filled the room, with each of the 8 men blowing their own flavours into the air. In the middle was a tied up, completely naked and shivering Regena, restrained there against her will. Her arms were tied behind her back and to the ceiling, forcing her to arch and push her tits out. Her mouth was forced open with a dental gag, exposing her throat with saliva drooling down her chest. She utterly regretted not ending work together with her colleagues, and being the last to leave office, she had to lock the glass doors. In an instant, her view of the locks turned into darkness, followed by a series of actions too fast for her to comprehend, and before Regena knew it, she was in a compromising position.

“Hey… Don’t stare at us like that… We’re just doing our job.” one of the men said in a deep voice.

“Doing their job… What do they mea…”
“MMMMMMMHHHHMmmmmmm” Read more »