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“Hot, cold, and sold” [m/f] [master/pet] [light BDSM]

Maybe I didn't expect that this was going to be life for me, but it's all I know now. It's all I want.

I woke up to shuffling, and the heavy door squeaking on its hinges as it slowly opened. Master wanted me. Cold air slowly came into the room and over my body. I tried to resist moving, but shuddered. My skin tickled in ripples as I broke out in goosebumps. The sensation was electric. It was always so cold when the door opened.

I felt that well known mixture of fear and excitement when I heard him open the door. Sometimes I end up more afraid, and more resistant to my master's training, and sometimes I feel excited, and eager to prove that I can learn. I can be a good pet. I do not think he cares how I feel, but I know that when master is pleased, I am pleased, so o don't want to fight against him.

The hinges let out their moan as master pushes the door shut. The locks thud into place.

When I hear that he's within ten paces of me I shift on the old mattress. Today excitement wins me. Fear will be a battle to overcome another day. Read more »

The Good Girl [M/F]

[Names and superfluous events tweaked in the interest of anonymity]

I know this story is a lot longer than most here, and I thought about cutting it down. But to tell the truth our entire encounter was meant to be slow and teasing, so I have kept our story of it the same.

I knew from the first time we talked I was into her. She was young, pale, and skinny with long red hair and gorgeous blue eyes behind a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, beautiful legs and perky breasts, if there was ever a "Sexy Librarian" look, she was the embodiment of it. She was at the end of her teens, I was at the end of my twenties. We talked for hours on the phone the same day we met, going over everything from relationships, to fears, to desires. She wanted to make sure we were as compatible sexually as we were mentally before she wasted any time. Read more »

chubby girl seeking dom- (or how I flew across the country)

So this story starts on reddit…

I post to Gw+ sometimes, and my sexual preferences lean towards submissive. After a long time of not being satisfied, I turned to a personals section for people into BDSM and got a lot of responses. However, “B” stood out after a little chatting. He was domineering, dark, obviously intelligent, well spoken and was just hitting all my buttons. For a couple weeks we traded pics, videos. He would threaten me when I didn't comply right away, add to a tally of spankings i was to receive in the future. The only problem is that we are in two different countries. I am in canada on one coast, and he is in America on the other. I just accepted that this would be the extent of our connection, and enjoyed the skype calls from B where he would order me to do what he wanted me to. Not long after we started talking, B mentioned he would be coming to Toronto for business, and wanted to know if I would come see him, if he bought me a plane ticket to do so. I was very reluctant at first. I’m quite awkward and shy, something I told him many times and he would make fun of me about. I don’t know what possessed me to do this but eventually on a whim, I said yes, I would come see him. He bought me a ticket to come spend a little over 24 hours with him and the date was set. Read more »

NSFW [m/f] “You should have finished…”

This is my first post, though I don't anticipate it will be my last. I'm a normal 30's guy, the kind you'd find just about anywhere in suburbia USA….except highly sexual with some incredible experiences; and very very few know this side of me or would ever have an inkling to guess it. All my stories are true, though details insignificant to the story are changed to protect all parties involved. Read more »

The Living Room [MFFF] [BDSM] [Fsub]

Oscar’s body becomes rigid as the sound of a door slamming pushes into the living room from the front hall. His back straight, legs at a perfect perpendicular, knees bent at exact 90 degree angles, and each foot resting hips width apart on the glossy marble floor. He feels his cock twitch and rise against his stomach, and hears Alice snort quietly beneath him.

He wants to tell her to shut up, to kick at her scrawny, toothpick legs. Wants to lament that it’s fucking Wednesday, and he doesn’t get to top with Victor again until the week-end. But someone is home, and his feelings are no longer relevant. In this moment, Oscar is not a man, but the warm, delectable cushion of a very human chair.

His biceps bulge slightly as he holds his arms still, his elbow forming another gorgeous 90 degree angle. Georgina likes her armrests, and Oscar is more than happy to endure the ache in the hope that she will utilize him before rushing to dress for dinner. Oscar closes his glassy amber eyes and imagines the light brushing of her skirts against his ankles. The feel of fabric tumbling down his legs, shielding the hot mesh of her naked flesh on his from view. Read more »

My first-ever FMF threesome – includes D/s play and lots of spanking

This I happened a week ago and I'm still on cloud 9.

The story starts about 10 days ago, with me matching with Melanie on Tinder. Melanie is a 19 year-old rocker chick, in university, and super cool. I made my intentions clear up-front, and she was attracted to me being experienced with BDSM as a dom and my bag of toys.

We met up the same night that we matched. She hadn't really been dommed before, so we discussed what she was into, her past experiences, her comfort level with certain activities, he limits, and safe words. And then we played! I won't get into details, as this encounter isn't the focus of the story, but she had a ton of fun getting spanked, having her throat used, being cum on, having her nipples tortured, being called all kinds of names, and calling me "Daddy". She was on her period, so we didn't fuck. I did, however, order her to masturbate and she came for the first time in someone else's presence.

The next morning, we talked about bringing another girl into the mix. Melanie and never been with a girl and wasn't sure if she was bi. However, she agreed that if I ordered her to lick pussy, she would comply. Read more »

Update 2.1: Tying up the Innocent Girl [m/f]

First off, this is pretty long. Second, this is only part 1 of 2. I hate it when people do that, but it's late and this is as far as I got today.

As I wrote last week, I recently ran into a girl I'd dated in grad school, and we reconnected hard. The chemistry was insane and the sex was like riding a bike.

I was out of town on a business trip through Friday, but had plans to meet up with Caitlin on Saturday night (my flight came in late). We texted all week, and I was reminded of one of her best/worst qualities: her text style. We'll be volleying back and forth, multiple texts a minute, and then… nothing. For eight hours. I'm not sure if she's purposely playing mind games, but she'd pull this shit all the time when we were dating. While it's insanely annoying, it works so well for keeping her in my head all day. Every time my phone goes off, I'm checking it thinking it's her. Kinda pathetic but that's just how this girl gets to me. Read more »

(f)irst post! BDSM fantasy. Solo masturbation.

I'm new to this sexy story writing thing (but am a long time lurker) and would love some feedback ;)

There’s a woman tied to pole. Wrists roped up high, stretching her supple body out on display. Her expectant nipples are erect and sharp, contrasting with the softness of her body. She can’t move more than 2 feet, but there are endless erotic possibilities within that limited range of motion.

He whispers into her ear sweetly and suddenly he begins raining down the pain-pleasure. She’s getting slapped and spanked. Just the noise of the blows turns me on. I love watching her ass jiggle, and redden after each spanking. His hand meets her ass again. And again. As it ripples and vibrates, I feel my clit surge with sexual anticipation. She moans and smiles, an indulgent look upon that sexy face. Those delicious tits are getting pinched and sucked. She can hardly contain herself; she’s loving it. I know at the very least her pussy is burgeoning with moisture, clit rigid at attention, because that’s how I feel from only watching. He leaves red bite marks on her skin, marring the whiteness with a certain carnal violence. I begin to stroke my clit slowly. And oh, god, I want this. I want this for me. Read more »

Coaxed? Coerced? Compelled. [M/F, BDSM, forced orgasm]

Today hasn't been simple.

Walking down the third floor hall your heels click the hardwood floors.

Three? Really? Who demands three like that! He didn't even ask nicely! Pssssssh! Orgasms were supposed to be fun. And the first one certainly was. And the second was a delicious struggle. But the third. Chills roll through you. That was metaphysically out of you screaming. Literally, screaming. It felt great and terrible at the same time.

"Don't forget, we have some shopping to do in an hour." You hear that now familiar radio-esk voice call from the second floor.

Sven. That’s all you really knew him as besides Sir. And you almost exclusively used Sir at this point. 6’1 and around 190lbs his sandy blonde hair and crisp blue eyes made it hard to determine his age. But the best part? He was well endowed. Eight inches and so thick there was that heavy thuwmp you felt when he smacked himself against your face. Shaking your head you try to focus. Read more »

Window Dressing. [BDSM, Exhibitionism, Humiliation]

Window dressing

It's been several weeks since you were summoned. Summoned or trapped? Smirking you giggle. If this is trapped bring more bait. Because you'd gladly do it again. The weeks have all been full of Erotic adventures. Some days have a routine. You wake and are told what to wear. Sometimes a suit, an innocent sundress, or just like a street walker but most times nothing. You spent several days nude in this house. Friends of him would come by and you'd be made to be objectified while they did business. Some days are far from routine.

Though the collar has always been there. Two inches thick it sits firmly around your neck. Locked in place but no seams. And the runes etched on it glow occasionally now. Collar still firmly secured somehow capturing your energy in a way that's unclear. Cross-linking of energy between you and this man has been entertaining. If released you think you'll let him live. For a bit.

You walk through the hall to the stairs, nude again. The air brushing your sensitive skin. You feel your full bottom seductively ripple with each step. Your flame hair cascades around your small form…and your horns almost tingle with anticipation. Read more »