Just a warning!!! If you do not like the acts of BDSM ie spanking, whipping, bondage, and other acts such as those, then this story is not for you. It will get a bit graphic later in the series including forced bondage, chastity, and other CONSENSUAL adult acts, then you should back away now.
So this will be a series of stories of an experience I had with a friend of mine from the local BDSM community who is a lesbian. A little back information about her, and why she decided to let a male dom her, is because she had just had a harsh break up with her girlfriend who was also her dome and she wanted to expand her horizons and find new things she had liked. Even though her and her ex were in a D/s style relationship, they were both fairly new to BDSM and didn’t do more than the basics so she wanted to learn new things from me in a safe manor. So my friend will be referred to as Kitten, to protect who she is. Kitten is a beautiful girl, standing 5ft 3in, perky C cup breasts, thin build with a tight tummy, long brown hair, and a round, soft, booty that jiggled wonderfully under a spank from a paddle. I am a 6ft 3in guy, pretty big and strong, I work security so I know how to man handle people pretty well, and I have short dirty blonde hair. So Kitten and I had met on a BDSM website through a local group called the TNG (the next generation) which was a group to would meet together for vanilla activities for people aged between 18 and 30. Most commonly we would just meet in the party room at a local diner once a month and have fun, have kinky conversations, freak out the new waitresses and just have a good time. Every now and again we would do other things like bowling, go to a bar, or even play laser tag. Just things so like minded people can meet and become friends.
Tag: BDSM
New experiences [Ff] [Fdom] [Fsub] [minor BDSM]
Lucy had never been with another woman before, yet there she sat on the sofa in the older woman's cosy house, waiting for her to return with drinks after their night out together. Nicole stepped back into the room, two glasses of expensive red wine in hand. Nicole must have been at least 10 years older than Lucy, but she sure didn't look it, everything about her seemed perfect, Lucy had spent their date trying to find something she didn't like about Nicole's seemingly flawless body. The longer Lucy spent eyeing Nicole's body the more she thought that Nicole must be a succubus or something, nobody could look that good. There was just something about this woman that made her tingle like no man ever had. Nicole, being very experienced with younger women, noticed this.
Nicole took a seat close to Lucy, practically rubbing against her. She crossed her long smooth legs allowing her short skirt to show them off. Now back inside Nicole had removed her coat too which showed off her ample breasts through her almost see through blouse. Lucy took her glass from Nicole, having to force herself to look up to her face and not down at the perfect rack which was just begging her to push her face down there. A quick gulp of wine steadied Lucy's head letting her think clearly. She had thought she was totally straight until recently, when she had met Nicole.
The Animal Within – Part 4 (Critiques welcome) [MF][BDSM][Boss-Secretary]
At first, she was surprised by how much they had to talk about it. She was a little annoyed too, if she was being perfectly honest. After the initial attraction, that fateful day when she handed him the green riding crop in her car and saw the animal behind his eyes, things slowed way down. He became distant at first, but eventually, even he couldn’t deny the magnetic pull they experienced in each other’s presence. Then, there was the elevator. When he grabbed her, and pulled her head back, it was like her skin crackled with electricity under his hands. She spent the rest of the day painfully aware of the silky wetness between her legs.
Friday Delight [MFM] [light bdsm]
This is the first chapter of a series I thought I would write. I only got to chapter 2 and I don't know if I should continue. Let me know what you think!
Arching my back, I moan into his mouth. Gradually I open my mouth and let him in, the kiss slowly turning into a desperate plea for more. Feeling his hands pressing against my breasts, slowly rubbing against my nipples; making them stand at attention. I grind against his body, craving more of his touch against my skin. I feel another pair of hands run through my hair, softly pulling me towards him. Groaning out loud at the loss of his lips, I feel something being pushed against my mouth. Adjusting around the object, I feel it out. It's a ball gag. Moaning against the gag, I look into both their eyes. They make me tense with their stares and I try to move away and undo the gag.
They both move and I notice the rope; I know I won't be able to move in a second. Running the rope against my body, my arms are tied behind my back. I can't get away, and I don't think I would even if I could. I feel my husband's eyes looking deeply into mine, I beg him for more. He understands and quickly blindfolds me. I am at their mercy.
The Animal Within – Part 3 (Critiques welcome) [MF][BDSM][Mdom][Boss-Secretary]
"What I am about to show you is for your eyes only," he said. She was excited, but strangely calm. He had that effect on her. He made her slightly silly, but safe. It bothered her because it was new, and hinted at a deeper connection.
Ever since the day in her car, when the animal had slipped its tether, things had been different. At first, he tried to throw back up the walls stronger and higher. He was coldly professional. It hurt her a little because she wanted nothing more from him than to see him as he really was. In the end, it was that hurt, rather than any teasing or flirting which brought the walls tumbling down.
He discovered that he couldn't bear her being hurt. Before, with other women, he would either not care when they were hurt by his rebuff, or secretly take a small, nasty joy in it. The look she would give him though, half confused, half sad, when he wouldn't laugh at the really funny joke she made, or rise to her teasing, unwound him. He couldn't keep up the facade, and began to crack long before the green riding crop was forgotten.
The Animal Within – Part 2 [Str8][BDSM][MF]
If he was being honest, he had always been different in a lot of ways. Sex was just another one of the ways in which he was different. As a result of several very hard lessons, learned the very hard way, very early on, he was very disciplined about a great many things. Sex was one of those as well. He had also learned just how different he was.
He was insatiable as a young man. For awhile, after his first heartbreak, it was a nasty, vindictive kind of lust. He fucked as a form of revenge. Then, simply put, he was exhausted by it. He was tired of trying to get back at someone who would never know they were getting got, by using people just as fucked up as he was. It was like smashing your own possessions when you were angry. All it did was double the mess, and leave you empty.
Then, for awhile (a short while) he was like a monk. He lived on the mountain. He punished his body for its impure desires. He longed for the cold, clear, unobtainable serenity of the monastic order, or the hermit. Sure, he loved skiing, but in the end, every day on the mountain was done for lust, and love.
[M] The Sun, The Girl and Goodbye [Chapter 8][BDSM][Romance]
He opens the door.
She is entirely naked, open, arms tied together, legs bound apart. She is a toy for his pleasure, laid face-down so he can do whatever he wishes while not having to look her in the eyes if he does not wish. But of course, he does at the moment. He wants to see the fear in them. The concern. The false pride and bravado.
He strokes her face with his thumb before moving it to her lips. “Kiss it.” He waits until she does, her soft, full lips grinding over his rough skin before planting the single kiss. She looks as if she'll say something but then frowns and closes her lips.
“Good girl. I thought you'd have more trouble with the no speaking rule.”
He moves out of her line of sight, heavy steps making echoes like thunderclaps. He can be graceful some other time. Now he's the thing in the darkness. The eyes behind the veil. He's invincible, and perfect, and everything he can see, touch, is his.
Age ain’t nothin’ but a number.
Until that summer two years ago, my sex life had pretty much been non existent. I was determined to save my virginity until marriage, find the right man, dream house, you name it. I was basically your average hopeless romantic waiting for the right guy to sweep me off my feet, and end up a happily ever after. Looking back now two years later I regret that all. I'm not saying I had options left and right thrown at me, but I turned down a handful of opportunities. Until the summer I was 22. I met a man who made me look at life differently, including sex. Here I was a 22 year old virgin... about to fuck the hottest 41 year old I had ever seen. Sure... age seems a bit unconventional, and maybe it was. At that point I didn't care. I had gotten out of a bad 3 year on and off emotionally abusive relationship where he refused to fuck and used all aspects of sex against me. So I was more then ready to let my "perfect man" fantasy go. I found the most imperfect man instead, and it was one hell of a ride. We met through an online app. For personal reasons I won't disclose what it was, but we had been talking for awhile. A few months at best, just bantering back and fourth getting to know each other. He was hot-- and I was lusting. Bad. I didn't care that he still lived with his ex girlfriend, or had a son only a few years behind me. He was also very into BDSM. Which of course, turned me on. I guess you could say he was my "Master" for a breif period of time. Me being a virgin turned him on, and quite frankly, I needed to learn. I had been in a sex-less bubble for 22 years. One night we finally decided to meet. He picked me up from my apartment, and I was nervous as hell. We drove to an isolated location parking lot. It was like a hot sex scene out of a movie. Window's were already steamed- and damn he was a good kisser. Before I knew it he had had me pull my pants down, and undies off. He started rubbing my clit, and then slowly putting his finger in my pussy. He went back and fourth, making me moan until I cumed and fell apart in front of him. Naturally, I wanted to please him back. I undid his pants, and out came a 9 inch hard cock. Which was intimidating, being the first one I had ever sucked. He taught me technique… and I quickly went down on him eager to learn and try. I quickly went down on him, sucking slowly.. then going quickly again making him as hard as a rock. Licking, and sucking eventually he cummed and I swallowed all of him proudly as he moaned for me, legs shaking. After I was done he quickly pulled his boxers and pants back up, as I did the same with mine. He said, "I think this will work. Next time though, hotel. and you better believe I'll be inside you." and then we drove off back into the night, like nothing happened… but I knew though. This was only the beginning…
The Animal Within – Part 1 (Critiques Welcome)[Str8][MF][BDSM]
Weeks. It had been building for weeks. Every day the touches seemed a little less casual. The looks a little more suggestive. Today it was definitely there though. That thing between them. It was clear that today was different.
At first, she thought she was imagining things. He was always so controlled. So disciplined. So fucking platonic. She had worked with him for almost a year, and had barely gotten past platitudes and the occasional anecdote. He was attractive enough, in a very clean-cut way. Not especially tall or remarkable, but witty and occasionally she would get a glimpse at a dark humor just below the surface. His eyes would occasional betray a subtle disdain for the more ridiculous coworkers, or a world-weary amusement at the banal HR emails. It was enough to keep her interested.
After watching closely for months, she finally detected the slightest crack in his reserve. She had always ridden horses. From some of the things he said, he had a passing familiarity with cowboy riding, and tack, but she never got details nor had he expressed anything more than a polite interest. Until the day he saw the dressage crop in her car.
Oral with the married woman – M/f – D/s – butt stuff
My job keeps me moving. Airplanes, rented cars, hotel rooms, board rooms, and on and on. I rarely go to sleep in the city I woke up in. I get lonely and horny and seek out companionship. This was about two years ago.
There is another site I use often and for years have been posting dirty stories and occasional comments on where my travels are taking me.
That is how she found me. One of my 300 or so regular readers. I posted that I would be in her city for two days and she took a risk.
She was married and unhappy. The normal complaints of anyone seeking an affair for reasons of lust. I won't bore you with them nor will I defend any arguments of morality. If you don't agree with her or my actions, that's fine, but keep your opinion to yourself if you please.
She had never met me, but had been reading me for years and felt she knew me. She had no idea what I looked like but had spent much time aroused by my words.