Tag: BDSM

Chain gang [MF][bdsm][fantasy][fsub][nc]

It was another scorching hot day on the chain gang. The sun burned bright overhead, even in the early morning, as I brought my pickaxe once more down on a rock that stubbornly refused to break. Beads of sweat ran down my brow onto my chest, the area between my breasts gleaming with moisture and mixed with dust as I struck another blow.

There were six of us shackled together that morning. Six convicts, each with five years or more left in our sentence of hard labor. Six young women, dressed in an identical uniform of a white tank top, orange Soffe shorts, and work boots, shackled together at the legs to keep us in a straight line of service. The black text printed on my ass matched the heavy metal collar I wore:

INMATE
78-43021

Watching over us was a single correctional officer, sitting under an umbrella in a lawn chair by the side of the dusty highway where we worked. His eyes stared lasciviously at each of our asses as we bent up and down, up and down. The switch and whip, used only sparingly, lay at his side. Read more »

Best friends [MF] [BDSM] [sadism] [fdom]

Hello Redditors,

I was bored in the plane, here is my first contribution. English is not my first language (especially on an iPhone keyboard) so I apologize for the grammar.

WARNING: this story contains violence and blood. Consensually. Kind of.

I hope some of you will still enjoy the story. Feel free to comment (in good or bad).

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The following story is entirely true… Up to a certain point, before it becomes fantasy. Notice: the fantasy starts much later than you may think.

WARNING: this story contains violence and blood. Consensually. Kind of.

I included a (lot of) background for the story. Too long : skip to the ——-

I first met L when I was twelve. She was the sister of a friend I used to play online video games with, and one year older than me. We started chatting online and, pretty fast, we became friends, although we lived several hundred miles apart. At some point — I don’t remember it that well, we decided to add webcam to our chats. She is blond with very light blue eyes, and was already very pretty for her age, around 14 by that time. We kept chatting online and we soon became very close friends, and then best friends. Read more »

A challenge (Part 2) [Str8] [mmfff] [reluc] [blkmail]

**HOUR 2**

I’ve seen videos and heard from friends about sex toys, but, man. There are so many in this one cupboard. Some of them I could vaguely understand the purpose of, but some just made no sense. “Jesus Christ,” says Rachel. “They’re really serious about this.” Of course they are. It probably wouldn’t be the best idea to call their bluff on the whole mass murder thing. “Hey, Kyle, come on. We’re gonna start working on screenplay,” says Emily from the other side of the editing room. “Man, if only there was food down here,” says Maggie. “Oh well,” says Emily. “I’ll buy us some Wendy’s when we get out of here. In any case, first things first. What kind of porno do you want to make?” Everyone awkwardly shifts in their seats. “Come on, guys,” says Maggie, “We’re all about to have sex with each other. If we win this, we’ll go our separate ways and never see each other again. What genre are we gonna do?” Jeremy clears his throat. “Well, um, I didn’t want to say it first, but lesbian porn does sell well-” “What? Ew, no!” interrupts Emily. “Emily,” says Maggie, “He’s got a point. We’ll do it if it means our lives and our freedom.” Emily shoots Maggie a disapproving look. “Alright. Whatever. Lesbian is on the table. What else?” the group goes through a list of possible genres. Read more »

Sleeping Beauty Awakes [Mf][BDSM][nc][anal insertion]

Maybe it was her adrenaline, maybe the discomfort of her body’s unnatural position, but Jenna emerged from unconsciousness to a drugged haze to see herself in a brick room filled with wine racks. Her jaw hurt from the rubber ball shoved in her mouth, held by leather straps across her tangled in her hair. Her hands yanked against the hard zip ties binding her wrists to rough iron table legs. Her stomach and breasts were squashed against cold glass and she moved her head from side to side to see that she was naked and splayed out spread eagle over a glass coffee table with wrought iron legs. Her tears smeared the glass beneath her face as she yanked at her bound ankles. They too were bound to table legs. Where was she? Given the dankness, the earthy smell, and bottles of wine, she could tell she was underground in a wine cellar with no idea if it was night or day or even what day it was.

“Sleeping beauty awakes.” Read more »

And she was made to watch, suffer and be used – [MFF] – BDSM – Female Cuckolding – Humiliation

It was the week of my birthday and Leslie called to invite me over for a birthday dinner.

Now, Leslie and I have a complex history. We started off dating with a bit of BDSM with her as the sub, involved other women, experimentation and eventually, she discovered that she was a power-dominant and a lesbian. Fortunately, our relationship had always been more of a FWB thing and as she drifted from me as a dating partner, we stayed great friends and occasional lovers. We shared women on occasion when we were both single and Leslie had a real fetish for humiliating her submissives by bringing me into the bedroom. A lesbian cuckoldress.

Why me? Am I an incredible lover or some god of sex? (Well I like to think so) but no, its really just came down to three things. The first was that Leslie trusted me deep as I did her. The second was that she knew my tastes and that I could be a lot of fun in the bedroom. Finally, as a lesbian, she didn’t want to have to say that the number of men she had fucked was rising. She said I didn’t count, which I chose to take as a compliment. Read more »

Bent over the desk – BDSM

He put the phone down and sat back in his chair. His office was suddenly quiet as their meeting ended. All pretenses and formalities finished. There was no official reason for her to stay. Nothing official.

He said nothing, but stared at her. Holding her eye contact. They were technically of the same rank, though she was pretty sure she made a bit more than him. His eyes on her though. She looked away and fidgeted slightly. How did he do this to her.

He didn’t move from his chair and his gaze didn’t leave her face. She couldn’t look back up into those eyes. “Stand up,” he said lightly, but in a tone that made his intentions clear.

She hesitated, looked at the door to his office and stood slowly.

“Come over here and face the door,” he said.

He watched as she walked slowly towards him and around his desk, her heels tapping the floor lightly, her skirt just loose enough to rustle and as she turned to face the door he said “hands on my desk, on your palms, lean forward and spread your legs, don’t look back. Read more »

[MF] First AOL Meeting, First 20-something, First Contact, First Puddle (very long)

(If you want to skip straight to the sex, scroll down to the first break. This is a long one.)

Back in the late 90s, I thought I was a god on the nascent internet. I hung out in all the right AOL chatrooms, visited all the right websites, and sysop’d all the right BBSes in my local area. I was 18, and I’d been reading erotica text files and hosting pornographic pictures on my own BBS for years already. That plus some built-in predilections led me to know that I was into spanking.

I also didn’t have a ton of friends at college. My roommate was cool, and there were some other folks I hung out with, but by and large I spent most of my time online. And, as you did with AOL back in those days, you would see people come into a chatroom, you’d check their profile, and you’d send them a message, hoping to start a conversation.

Even back then I’d learned from other women on my local BBSes that men online were generally assholes who only asked “A/S/L” (kids, ask your parents) and treated women like crap. I tried not to be that way, and I guess it worked, because one October evening I clicked on a profile that interested me, said hello, and struck up a conversation. Read more »

Behind the rest stop bathroom… [mf] [BDSM] [oral]

I’ve always been a good girl. Even buzzed, I’m careful to behave. Years of being an only daughter raised in a strict religious household have ingrained it in me. And maybe it was that lack of structure, of authority, when I drifted free in my twenties that led me to this unprecedented situation.

It’s dark. It’s late. My ass is sore, because I’ve been sitting in a car for four days. And at night, there’s always his hand to leave it red in a new hotel room. It’s going on eighteen hours of sleeplessness and driving has become dangerous. That’s why we stopped at this rest stop, eighteen-wheelers lined up along the front, the truckers asleep or otherwise occupied inside because it’s three AM on a hot summer night. I can barely keep my eyes open under the trees, and next to me, a tall man is holding me up while we sit on an uncomfortable picnic bench.

“You said you would,” he says.

So tired. My head swims trying to find an excuse. Knowing he doesn’t tolerate hearing no. “That was hours ago. It’s not private here. There might be snakes in the grass…” Desperate, I throw them all out. Read more »

Jenna’s Escape [Mf][BDSM][anal][nc]

Maybe it was her adrenaline, maybe the discomfort of her body’s unnatural position, but Jenna emerged from unconsciousness to a drugged haze to see herself in a brick room filled with wine racks. Her jaw hurt from the rubber ball shoved in her mouth, held by leather straps across her tangled in her hair. Her hands yanked against the hard zip ties binding her wrists to rough iron table legs. Her stomach and breasts were squashed against cold glass and she moved her head from side to side to see that she was naked and splayed out spread eagle over a glass coffee table with wrought iron legs. Her tears smeared the glass beneath her face as she yanked at her bound ankles. They too were bound to table legs. Where was she? Given the dankness, the earthy smell, and bottles of wine, she could tell she was underground in a wine cellar with no idea if it was night or day or even what day it was.

“Sleeping beauty awakes.” Read more »