Tag: BDSM

The End of Susan Brown [FFMM][snuff][bdsm]

When I first met Danna I never really had a chance. I was a young first year engineering student enjoying finally being free of the moral authority of a small town in Northern Ontario. She was my Calculus TA, daughter of a Toronto Dominitrix and heir to a small fortune from her dad (mom’s client), just giving lesbianism for a try before settling down. Perhaps because of her upbringing there was this sexual predator aura around her. I’ll tell you this, there wasn’t a single guy in the class who missed her tutorials.

I guess because I was the only girl in the class she took a notice of me, and placed me under her spell. I always knew I liked girls, but where I came from that unspeakable. I am not sure if I was lucky or cursed that as soon as I found a place where I could be free, I immediately found someone who could oppress me. Read more »

Seven Sex Stories 2: The BDSM Sex Party! [m/f] [group] with PHOTOS!

*I wrote seven stories about the past two months! It got too long, so I split them up. And since these stories actually happened, I have photos!*

*Short background: I’m a male swinger, into hotwives and group sex. I’m average looking, but quite hung. I’m also lucky and somehow end up in crazy situations.*

[**Part 1. The Busty Exhibitionist**](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dg7kx)

**Part 2. The BDSM Sex Party:**

The next weekend, I was planning on going to a rope social. For those into BDSM, this is a meetup for people getting into [bondage,](http://imgur.com/310gJEW) and the host was going to be teaching techniques. I’m new to BDSM, and was looking forward to learning the ropes.

At least, [that was how it started…](http://imgur.com/F4gMHOM)

It wasn’t long before people were playing a little more than planned. Vibrators were being handed out, people were getting tied in knots, [chained in cuffs,](http://imgur.com/9XXzARQ) [suspended a rig,](http://imgur.com/y4aMG7M) taped up and teased, and much more! At the request of others, [I got tied up,](http://imgur.com/h0raC5j) blindfolded, and teased with a vibrator. Outside my clothing, unfortunately. Read more »

Daddy gives me a punishment. [Gay] [Mm] [bdsm] [Mdom] [oral] Daddy gives me a punishment.

It was a Friday afternoon in the summer. I had been invited over to my friend Riley’s house for the first time to stay the night. I headed over to his house around 3 PM. It was nice a nice and warm day and we went outside and walked to the park, hung out and came back around dark. When we came back his mother had made us dinner.

She had cooked some hamburger helper and had the table set. Me and Riley sat down and ate with her. We ate for probably about 30 minutes and then decided we would go play some Halo in the living room because that’s where the biggest TV in the house was. We played Halo until about 2 in the morning and then his mom walked in.

“Time to go to bed boys.” She said in a hushed voice. We complied and headed to Riley’s room where there was a bed big enough for 2 people to sleep. I laid down on the left side of the bed and then he got in the bed and turned the lights out. Read more »

The Practice 5 (Ashley 1) [FF, fsub, fdom, huml, bdsm, mast]

Ashley ran for her life.

Her only clothing was a pair of thin sandals, and they weren’t built for speed. She dashed down the rocky slope towards the beach where dozens of other naked girls were laboring, futilely building a pile of rocks for the entertainment of fucking Dr. Wilcox. The filthy, exhausted girls turned their heads as she sprinted past, and a few yelled out her name. But she didn’t slow down.

It was easier to run on the wet sand down by the ocean. Ashley stretched her legs and pumped her arms, clutching a white stone star figure to her chest as best as she could. Her breasts were small a-cups, but still bounced uncomfortably when she ran flat-out, and the stupid star gave her some support. She was small, barely five-feet, but highly motivated. After a minute or so her adrenaline ran down and the aches of the morning began to catch up with her. Damn the fucking doctor and his stupid wife, with her stupid smile.

Ashley slowed to a jog and looked back. She had left the other girls far behind, eclipsed by a curve of jungle. She didn’t see anyone coming after her, but her footprints made a clear trail in the sand. Would the ocean wash them away? “Shit,” she said. Read more »

New Glimpse of a New Short Story I’m Writing: No Title Yet

Alison has an extra little pep in her voice when she speaks into the microphone, “Mr. Murray here to see you, Dr. Clark,” she finishes on a high note. She must find him attractive. She always finishes on a high note when she’s attracted to someone.

“Let him come in,” I say back to her. A moment or two later, the door opens and in walks my first patient of the day. His shoulders are slouched low, he’s overdressed for a typical session, but his dark black hair and two day old scruff gives him a down to earth type of feel. He’s handsome and fit, a jaw bone that must have been carved from granite and a dimple the size of a thumb print in the middle of his chin.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Clark,” I greet him standing up and walking towards him with my arm outstretched. He shakes my hand firmly. Calluses rough as sandpaper grace my well moisturized palms and fingers.

“Dennis. Nice to meet you,” his voice is low and clear. He seems like a perfect gentleman. Nothing not to like and nothing on the surface that I would identify right away as a physical detriment to a sex life. Nothing at all. Read more »

A Tale of No One – Chapter 3 [MF] [BDSM] [NSFW] [Romantic]

A Tale of No One – Chapter 3

DISCOVERY

Alix spent all of Wednesday wrangling with her emotions. At first the shame fed the depression and then the depression deadened everything, which made it easier to get dressed and go to work. The eyes of her co-workers were tough to feel on her, after all everyone had by now heard how she stayed late with the client, even if they didn’t know the rest. Whatever they assumed happened last night was probably worse than the truth. She had submitted to a stranger who in turn spanked her until orgasm, but this was somehow less humiliating than being a slut who slept with a brutish looking man because he was rich.

But just as the depression was enveiling her, she remembered Robert’s admission that he had come to long for his depression, and that it was like a warm blanket that wrapped him up and absolved him of responsibility. This pushed it away, like a admonished child. Whenever it fled, the excitement she felt the night before would make a brief appearance, like a photo flash, to remind her it was still there. But so too would the shame return along with the loathing of her own needs, now with a healthy dose of confusion. Something in her responded to giving up everything to him. The surrender, the pain, the punishment, it was as if giving that to someone else she no longer had to do it herself. I give you control. She thought. Read more »

A Tale of No One – Chapter 1 – [MF] [BDSM] [Romantic]

DRAMATIS PERSONAE
 
Alix
 
In all her twenty-nine years on earth, Alix had done very little to distinguish herself beyond the typical French woman. It is true she had managed to turn an art history degree from the university of Rennes into a creative director position at a New York ad agency, and also her brown eyes were almond shaped, almost, but not quite oriental, but beyond that she was not very different from your average young Parisienne or Toulousaine. Some might argue she was quintessential. After all she had every quality plus that special ‘je ne sais quoi’ required of every Gallic femme. Her height was average; her hair shorter than her American compatriots, less fussed with and somehow more perfect for the ignorance: Coquettish, natural, feminine without looking high-maintenance. Her legs were long and thin without being useless and her hips were feminine to the core. They were, as described drunkenly and in confidence by her male co-workers, childbearing. Her derriere was ample but well suited to her thighs. Above all, she had the most French of womanly features, something practically unique to the Frankish sex: Pert, tiny, high-pointed breasts. Just enough to satisfy a bra, but not so much that you needed undergarments in a sundress. Like all French women they would grow with the children but for now they were the breasts of youth. For now, they existed only for sensation.   Read more »

Story from my old job/ My manager who became my domme (M/F, bdsm/femdom, long)

This is the part 2 of this story. You can find part one in my submitted posts.
After what had happened between us, there wasn’t much sexual intimacy for a while. I stayed with her now and then, we’d cuddle, laugh, play Mario kart. But regardless of that, she still considered me to be her sub and considered herself to be my domme. I was totally fine with that, it was honestly really nice and stable. I was always curious why she never wanted to do anything sexual afterwards, but I soon figured out why.

She would control me in nearly every way during the week, sometimes taking two weeks, and would let all of that raw sexual power out on me afterwards for a few days. Close to a week after the first story, I noticed Dylan becomming much more assertive with me when it came to everything. She wanted things done, and done right then. When she asked for a massage or a neck rub, after a while she stopped using my name, but would call me slave, or something to that nature. She’d remind me how disposable I was, that she could replace me with a thousand others, but that would just be a hassle. If she or I needed something and she sent me to go get it, she would put me against the wall and leave a hickey on my neck to let the world know I belong to her. She would tell me what I should do in the gym to get myself fit for her. It might sound like too much for some, but I was on top of the world being her sub. Then when the weekend came around, she would completely dominate me for 3-4 days straight. Read more »

Looking for BDSM literary critique group

Sorry for the longish post.

My dilemma: I’m posting this under a nom de plume. My agent thinks I am writing books two and three in a series but I’ve stopped for now. Don’t bother guessing on me, I’m not famous. The pseudonym is more about making sure my agent doesn’t find out I’ve been writing BDSM erotica instead of what I’m supposed to.

I’m 20 pages in and I like where it is going. The characters feel strong but I could also be writing total and utter crap. I’d like to find a critique group here somewhere on reddit (especially since the 20 pages wrap up a nice arc in the story) that can say ‘you need to write more’ or ‘good God please stop’. Either would be helpful. I’ve looked at different subreddits (even posted this in r/literotica) but maybe I’m just missing it. Anybody know where?

Much appreciated.