Tag: BDSM

20F Forbidden Desires [MF] [bdsm] [oral] [Fsub] [Mdom]

I have this burning desire and I just have to write it out.

Some backstory: We are officers. I am 20F and he is (I'm guessing) mid-30s. He's my superior. He's also married and has a young child.

I'm an average girl. Some would call me boring. I don't do drugs, I don't drink and I don't party. I'm not wild. I've also never hooked up with anyone before. I've only been with one guy before. I get flustered easily, I'm shy with romance. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not unattractive nor do I have a weak sex drive; I'm just more conserved and shy.

It's late and I'm tired. Work is almost done and I'm definitely ready to go home, relax and sleep. I head over to the office where we report at the end of our shift. Two supervisors await us as we all gathered in the room. In my tired state I look up and I see an unfamiliar face. "I haven't seen you around here" I thought to myself. It is not unusual, as the the roles of our superiors and where they are situated change from time to time. He was tall, built and had a handsome face. That was the first time I remembered seeing him. The next couple of times I saw him he showed up when I was working. He works the night shift so I would see him at the last couple of hours I worked. It was like a treat for a long day of work. We started to talk and I found that not only is he eye candy, he's also easygoing, funny, and great to talk to. Read more »

That time I flew a sub in for the weekend (M/f) (Bdsm)

Long time lurker, first time contributor.

In the late 90s I was in my early 30s, newly divorced, living in a small town with an almost non existent population of single women. My ex was awarded our friends in the divorce and I felt bored and trapped and had little to do beyond driving my kids everywhere they needed to go on the days they were with me and when I wasn't working.

I was a temporary IT guy and spent a lot of time in front of a screen both at work and home. In my need to connect with anyone I discovered chatrooms, messenger, ICQ, online backgammon and long list of other places where lonely people went online. I lurked in chatrooms and did things that you do when you are anonymous, bored, discovering for the first time what other people thought about sexually and able to type 60 wpm with your left hand. At night I could be found typing away trying to keep track of multiple messenger conversations, a backgammon game or two and illegally downloading pictures, videos and stories of an adult nature. I trolled for (a fishing reference not the creature under the bridge) what I certainly hoped were women in chatrooms with titles that told you what the kink du jour was. Read more »

Off-Hour Office Sex [MF][BDSM] “He smiled and cupped the full flesh of her ass. ‘What do you want me to do to it?’ he asked, holding sensual potential in his hands.”

Overtime

Peter Richards pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and stared at his computer. With his computer open to SyncKink.com, the kinky social media website he maintained, he stared at Kat’s page. His wife’s page. Ever since her novel was published, she’d been so busy doing this and that for promotion and publicity. From blog posts to free stories, she’d been dedicated to using every non-working hour into putting herself out there.

Peter sighed and raised his eyebrows. Putting a lot of herself way out there.

He stared at the latest set of photos she’d released and gritted his teeth. He rolled his shoulders and tried to relax his suddenly tense muscles.

So she was naked in the photos.

It wasn’t a big deal.

Or it really shouldn’t have been.

He didn’t want it to be.

But he just couldn’t stop staring at the pictures of Kat laid out bare, imagining the hundreds—thousands—hell, maybe millions—of men out there on the internet who were staring at her too. At his wife. His Katherina.

His jaw clenched as he rubbed a hand over an inexplicable ache in his chest. Read more »

Dear Aidra Part I: The Descent of J. Ludlow [BDSM] [MC] [Trans] [IR] [Sadism] [Cheat] [MMF] [Sissy] [Anal] [Cuckold] [Feminization] [Humiliation] [Forced] [Non-Consent] [Love]

This began as a caption but the words took over from the pictures, and I’ve always liked writing but been shy of it. I thought I’d submit to a more literature-inclined audience to see how I did. But there are pictures incorporated–is that allowed? I really don’t want to dilute or mis-use this subreddit, and I trust the mods to set me straight if I’m out of line. An x-post from r/xxxcaptions. Thanks for your consideration!

Dear Aidra Part I: The Descent of J. Ludlow

Make Me Scream [MF][BDSM][Bondage] “She was getting married in two days. Should she really be doing this? But a part of her—an absolutely wicked part—was gleefully tickled by the idea of standing, sitting, and kneeling in front of a church full of people burning with the marks of their passion.”

Have & Hold

Kat Valdez was going to go insane.

It was only two nights before her wedding to Peter Richards, but she didn’t think she’d live through tonight.

Why in the world did Peter decide to host their rehearsal dinner here at Donovan’s? Sure, he’d reminded her that, on the outside, it just looked like another bar—the place where they’d had their first date. It was a romantic choice; a way for their friends and family and coworkers to share in Kat and Peter’s history before they sealed their future.

And, she supposed, it was nice to spend one last big night at the bar before Donovan’s was scheduled to close down for a complete renovation and their past became a landmark they could only visit in pictures.

Kat supposed that all was true. And romantic. And sweet. She had good memories of Donovan’s.

It’s just that not all of them were quite so innocent as their first meeting.

“So,” she heard her mother say to the tall, leggy, black woman sitting on the barstool beside her, “Pip, was it? How do you know my daughter?”

Oh God. Read more »

A Well-Needed Naughty Lesson [MF][BDSM]

The Taming School – An Excerpt

Kat Valdez liked Peter Richard’s home. It teetered that fine line between the masculine and the feminine, leaning on the grace and beauty of both. She felt comfortable there—even in her nudity—as if she’d been there and walked its rooms countless times. It was nice.

Idly, she walked to the big round dining table, letting her fingers trail its edge. There, wrapped up prettily, was a box. She wondered what was inside. It looked expensive, expertly wrapped the way that it was. The glitteringly gold wrapping paper was perfectly creased and folded and the shimmery, deep green ribbon was tied in the kind of big, floppy bow that she’d never seen outside department store displays.

Kat had grown up lower-middle-class and unaccustomed to having luxuries—always scraping by paycheck to paycheck. The gift box alone looked too lavish for someone in her income bracket, never mind the gift inside. She was afraid to touch it.

But because Peter said she could—because he’d gotten it just for her—she did, carefully undoing the bow before rolling the ribbon neatly. Then she carefully turned the package over and scrounged around for the hidden strips of tape, before gingerly peeling back the paper from the box. She lifted the plain white cover and reached inside. Read more »

Samantha and Judy [FF,inc,watersports,BDSM]

Samantha was home from college for the summer. She was in her room, curling her long brown hair. Her mom Judith (everybody called her Judy) was taking a shower.

Samantha was close to her mom, especially after her father had left them. She enjoyed being home.

Judy stepped out of the steaming shower and toweled herself off. She then dried off the floor-length mirror on the door. It was time to appraise herself.

She wasn’t thrilled with what she saw, but she was doing OK for a woman in her late 40s. She had a little more body fat than she should, but she wasn’t technically obese. She tried to stay toned and firmed with regular exercise, and that helped.

Her hair was a light blonde, and cut short. Not her natural color, but the stylist had done a good job with it. She liked that at least.

Judy’s handsome face was lined and a bit tired looking, but not too bad. Her brown eyes were still bright and clear, with no bags under them and nice thick lashes and expressive eyebrows. She often used very little makeup. Her mouth was small and more severe looking than she’d like. She actually had a warm, fun personality and her mouth didn’t match it. That’s the one place she tried to attack with lipstick and gloss in various combinations. Her attempt to make it look more inviting. Read more »

On Your Knees [BDSM][Catholic Priest Fetish]

Genuflect

It just didn’t feel like Christmas to Nicholas Bailey.

He shoved his hands in his leather jacket and walked down the beachside sidewalk, passing tinseled storefronts and fake, glowing, plastic snowmen posted like wintry soldiers on the streets. He shook his head at the tinny bell that rang steadily and obnoxiously as its ringer leaned against a garbage bin and talked over the jangled jingle on his phone, obviously more concerned about his weekend plans than with charity. Nicholas shook his head and fished out a dollar for the bell ringer’s bucket anyway.

He kept walking, wondering where the Christmas spirit had gone. No matter how he tried, Nicholas just couldn’t find it. He turned the corner and stared at his destination.

For a person who knew where to look, Donovan’s was built like a veritable magic box, with trap doors and hidden hatches everywhere. There were an obscene amount of ways to secret into and out of this den of decadence disguised as just another trendy downtown club. Read more »

Looking for my Solo cup girl (xpost from bdsm.personals)

We see each other across the coffee house and you instantly blush, get shy and look down. Not on the outside, no no, on the outside you are tough, you have to be. Your job dictates it, your life encourages it. It is as it should be in the progressive 21st century. But, on the inside…Oh in the deep you are already on your knees. My cold blue eyes and confident playful smirk have instantly broken you. I am unwavering. Unflinching. Unshaken I stare you down with a silent roar that makes your knees wobble.

You resist the urge to run to the little girls room to see how wet you are and Jill off in the stall. "No, not here, not now" you think to yourself, "later tonight when I'm safe and warm and in the comfort of home". Good girl.

Your thoughts will be filled with my large frame pressing down on top of you, my hairy chest tickling your breasts and my tongue parting your soft lips… Which will happen, in time.

But first you must know who you belong to. I must test you. Help me, help you. Read more »

The Test Subject – Part Five [MF,BDSM,scif-fi,horror,gore]

Blood and gore warning.

For the next several days, Mark was allowed to roam about in the EMB Labs facility. He couldn’t go into certain restricted areas, but otherwise he was treated kindly by the staff and almost felt like a new employee.

They’d housed up, fed him, and even given him simple jobs and tasks to take care of.

Most of the staff wore business attire, many of them draped in lab coats. Some meandered about in coveralls.

Mark was uniquely dressed among them. They’d replaced his latex bodysuit with another bodysuit, this one made of a much better, breathable material. It was some kind of high-tech blend. It reminded him of a cross between neoprene and spandex. Very comfortable.

It was all black and covered him from neck to ankle like a diver’s suit. He wore rubber-soled booties of similar material over his feet. His hands and head were bare.

The material conformed perfectly to his body, like a second skin. There was a soft plastic zipper-fly over the crotch. Read more »