[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.

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.

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.

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.

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.”

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.

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.

Man Cheats on Woman. She Gets Revenge. [ff][ffm]

A tale of revenge, sexual exploration, bdsm, and cuckolding

The mirror gleamed cold and lifeless, sharp and hard as a diamond. But the face reflected in it was even colder. She stood in front of the mirror, glaring at her reflection. She had taken the utmost care to make every last detail of her appearance sing of perfection. Her makeup, dark and sensual, lay flawlessly across her smooth skin. Soft, dark tresses of hair hung loosely about her face, creating a slightly messy, wild appearance–sex hair, they called it.

Rage danced beneath the surface of that dark, smooth skin. Her own eyes, even darker than her hair, smoldered at her from within the mirror. Her physical appearance was impeccable. She was ready for battle. Red lipstick marked her lips as if with blood, and her matching red nails were as claws. “Hellbound Angel” was the shade on her lips, and a wicked grin slid across her face when she applied it. Straight white teeth gnashed within her pretty mouth. A skin-tight dress of vibrant blue clung to her body, caressing every curve in its firm embrace. She had made sure she looked her best, better than she had ever looked for a night with him. Satisfied, she stalked away from the mirror. Now to get even.

Birthday Gangbang

Another birthday was fast approaching and I have this thing, I like to do something wild (sexually) for my birthday. It started out as the excuse to check things off my sexual bucket list but eventually I didn’t have to wait once a year to find the nerve. At this point I had been to a few swingers parties that were hosted by Jay and I sort of got to know him. I decided to give him a call and see if he could set something special up for me. I told him the story and gave him my request. What I requested; a bdsm scene that included sex. What I got; a restrained and blind folded gang bang. Here’s the story.

Jay sends me a text message a week before my suggested date. I was traveling for work and would land the night before the party he was setting up. Jay’s message had an address and a time. He told me to not be late and don’t bother with wearing anything special, no clothes needed. I show up at 11am to the appointed location. It turned out to be a Motel. I had decided to dress up a little slutty just for the occasion and thank god at the last minute I thought to bring a trench coat. I had to walk through the lobby and really didn’t want to get the looks if I hadn’t worn the coat. I get to the room and knock. Jay opens the door. It’s just him and I there. We chit chat a little and I relax. I’ve no idea what he has planned at this point.