Tag: BDSM

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 »

[MF][BDSM][huml] — My vacuum.

My vacuum is very different from your vacuum.

When my bedroom carpet needs cleaning, I go into the closet and grab my vacuum named "Hana." Usually, Hana sits patiently in the dark of the closet hoping she'll get a chance to serve her purpose, and today is her lucky day! Hana is a very good vacuum: secured around her chubby waist is a special, leather hip-harness I made which holds a Hitachi wand directly on her clitoris. The wand's power-cord runs around her waist and up to her butt-crack, where the plug bounces around playfully like a pig's tail.

I lead my vacuum Hana out of the closet on all fours and into the middle of the bedroom, grab my orange extension cord, and plug her in — off she goes! This trained vacuum is crawling around the bedroom like a mad woman, picking up every stray hair and bit of lint she finds. I relax on the bed for a minute to enjoy watching her jiggly ass and hardening-tits sway beneath her as she cleans. Warm, happy tears rush down her face as the strain of nearly twenty minutes of high-vibration wand takes its toll on her worthless, meaty cunt. She pushes a meager pile of dusty debris in front of me, hoping to satisfy me enough to allow her to cum, but I refuse to let her orgasm. With a simple, disapproving head-shake, I send Hana roaming around for more clutter on the floor. Read more »

Bored. [M/f, BDSM, Gangbang, Fantasy]

The whole day has been a drag. You would think Hell would be non-stop Funtime depravity but today…it just feels off.

You woke up, had your male servants wash your seductive figure. Enticing them with each curve of your body. Observing the dozens of erections that surrounded you while you were objectified. Making them carefully caress your full breasts with soap and cloth. Washing your luxurious red hair with scented lavender. Ensuring sensitive and delicate caresses of your full ample bottom. Teasing them with the occasional breathy sigh. Opening your legs almost enough to see their only glimpse of heaven here in Hell. Letting your amazing legs and thighs brush trembling cocks ever so slightly while your flawless alabaster skin is cloth dried and moisturized. Your tongue even "accidentally" lashed one especially healthy length of manhood to taste his uncontrolled flow of precum. He was promptly punished by being sent away to watch from a distance.

While being dressed in your blue satin top and bottom your hands "accidentally" brush up against men in their most sensitive areas. Forcing deep groans of lust and shudders along their turgid manhood. You even made them polish your four inch horns. You sat lounged as raging hardons bounced up and down on front of your face and around your head as they delicately and lovingly worked. Read more »

Succubus [M/f, BDSM, Bangbang, Fantasy]

The whole day has been a drag. You would think Hell would be non-stop Funtime depravity but today…it just feels off.

You woke up, had your male servants wash your seductive figure. Enticing them with each curve of your body. Observing the dozens of erections that surrounded you while you were objectified. Making them carefully caress your full breasts with soap and cloth. Washing your luxurious red hair with scented lavender. Ensuring sensitive and delicate caresses of your full ample bottom. Teasing them with the occasional breathy sigh. Opening your legs almost enough to see their only glimpse of heaven here in Hell. Letting your amazing legs and thighs brush trembling cocks ever so slightly while your flawless alabaster skin is cloth dried and moisturized. Your tongue even “accidentally” lashed one especially healthy length of manhood to taste his uncontrolled flow of precum. He was promptly punished by being sent away to watch from a distance.

While being dressed in your blue satin top and bottom your hands “accidentally” brush up against men in their most sensitive areas. Forcing deep groans of lust and shudders along their turgid manhood. You even made them polish your four inch horns. You sat lounged as raging hardons bounced up and down on front of your face and around your head as they delicately and lovingly worked. Read more »

Ron Weasley and the Wicked Witches – Chapters One and Two (x-post from /r/Femdom) (BDSM) (Sadism)

Hey, posted chapter one of this about a month ago and chapter two just the other day, was advised that you might like it here as well! I'd post it as a self post but it's very long and all of the formatting I used (italic tags etc) were designed for a forum post, so rather than trying to reformat it for Reddit I'll just link to the original posts. If however a lot of people on Reddit seem to like it, I'll consider writing the next chapter with dual formatting, although I'm not entirely sure how I would do that :p

This is a Harry Potter fanfic, but I reckon even without any knowledge of Harry Potter, people into FemDom or BDSM can probably still enjoy it, although obviously a previous knowledge of the characters' backstories and relationships enhances the story.

Chapter 3 will begin being written shortly, so if you liked the story and have any suggestions, please let me know in the comments either here or in the original forum threads. Hope someone enjoys!

Chapter one: http://www.orgasmdenial.com/forums/showthread.php?t=13053

Chapter two: http://www.orgasmdenial.com/forums/showthread.php?t=13143

Bitchy Boss Gets Utterly Dominated [bdsm][fm][Fsub][Mdom]

I had spent all day bossing Jake around. Being a total bitch. I hauled him into my office to berate him for his performance and demanded that he have my reports my tomorrow. I even ordered him to fetch my coffee, which he dutifully obeyed. We always had a friendly rival and I always liked him, but Jake had applied for my promotion. Today, I finally won. He was my subordinate now and I was going to make him pay for trying to take what I rightly deserve. Victory was sweet, but revenge was sweeter. My newfound power and the authority over him was intoxicating. To complete my conquest I needed to sexually dominate him, I thought to myself getting wet in my office. And so I invited him to my house tonight.

I slowly stripped from my business suit, starting with my jacket, then my skirt, and finally my shirt, revealing a tight blue bra and panties. I pulled out my riding crop, like a dominatrix, and gave a deviously seductive smile to Jake. He sat on my bed, his face lit up in surprised. “Sorry, were you expecting vanilla sex?” I said with a sarcastic smile. Read more »

He Wanted to See My Domme Side [FM] [BDSM]

He had no idea I had been tracking his movements. It wasn’t difficult; I just triangulated his location based on the cell towers being accessed by his phone. From there, it was all about knowing where he might be looking for trouble.

I stepped into the small bar, taking care to walk softly and prevent the loud click of my stiletto heels. His sandy, curly locks gave him away instantly. He was alone at the bar, facing away from me. I stealthily glided up behind him and paused. I let the scent of my perfume settle around him and, before be could turn to find the source of the aroma, my hands covered his eyes. He tensed, then relaxed when my lips grazed his ear.

“Guess who,” I whispered, lingering there. He remained silent but swiveled on the bar stool to face me.

“What are you doing here?” He looked confused and laughed nervously.

“I’m here for you, of course.” I smiled and winked at him and he couldn’t help bit bite his lip. He looked around, presumably for my husband.

“It's just me.” I shook my head, laughing. “Relax.” Read more »

Hosting our first sex party

The fire has cooled some since Saturday, when we were still in the throes of the feelings unleashed by hosting our first sex party. A sex party can be such a powerful experience that the emotions, feelings, and sensations it generates do not subside immediately, but rather they maintain their heat, like the byproducts of a nuclear reactor. The aftereffects of seeing a dozen people having sex, writing in pleasure, touching each other, and experiencing an ecstasy that cannot be generated any other way save perhaps drugs, religious mania, or, more rarely, that pleasure that one gets when writing pours forth as a result of realization (as is happening now, as I write this).

That party happened almost by accident: we met a woman through a friend we met on Tinder. That friend is deeply into the BDSM and kink scene: he has an organizer's energy and a macher's drive to connect disparate people: sometime we'll write about the time we met him and some of his friends for drinks, only to find that, while we chatted about work or novels, a gorgeous Greek girl with huge tits got tied up and fucked; we eventually did help hold her town while another girl forced to orgasm via a Hitachi Magic Wand. Our narrative, though, is becoming wayward: that woman we met a few weeks ago got divorced not long ago, and as she put she feels like she's "20 again." We can't be entirely sure what that means, as in key metrics we're considerably more sexually active now than we were at that age, but we can say that she's gorgeous, sexually voracious, and totally unapologetic. Read more »

The Belt…. (MF)

This is a story from the very beginning of my freedom. This was before I knew there was such things in life like BDSM, or wild sex. I was still pretty innocent.

We has been messing around for a few weeks and our time was coming to an end shortly. We were both moving in the next few weeks, to different parts of the country. We had been spending most of our free time together, having sex. We weren’t getting much sleep at this point but we were young and it was worth it!

One night after fooling around we fall asleep together on the floor (we never made it to the bed) next to the bed. I have no idea how long we’d been asleep. I just know I woke up and I was already on my hands and knees being fucked from behind. I swear I had been asleep until that very second. Due to this I felt like I was dreaming. It was an amazing feeling. Every part of my body was into that moment, what was happening to me. I had never tried a drug before but I know this is what a high had to be like. In reality but not in reality. All I know is all I could do was feel, I felt everything. Every tingle, every heartbeat pulse through my body. Read more »