Gisele took a deep breath. "Meet me at the motel at 8. Same room." She repeated the message in her head. Just hearing his voice had made her excited beyond control. She started walking again. This time faster. "037, 038, 039, 040" she read the signs to herself. Here it is, 041. Gisele put a hand on the doorhandle and a sudden wave of panic struck her. "What are you doing?" she asked herself. She took another deep breath and opened the door slowly. "Hello?" her voice called out. The door was half open. "Erm, it's me." She was hope for an answer, but got none. The room showed no signs of life, except for a small box on the bed. Gisele took her jacket off and hung it by the door. She closed the door and walked over to the bed. The box was matte black with a red ribbon tied around it, like a present. Gisele looked at her clock. 8.03. This must be part of his plan. She untied the ribbon and opened the box. Inside was a blindfold, a vibrator and a small piece of paper. "Put the blindfold on, get on your knees, open your mouth and don't stop playing with yourself until I get back." Giseles heart started beating faster and she started shivering. She obeyed the note by putting the blindfold on and kneeling down on the floor. The rug was soft against her knees as she spread her legs wide. Gisele unzipped her jeans just enough to be able to squeeze the vibrator down to her pussy. A jolt of arousal shot through her body as she turned to vibrator to max. The remaining order was impossible not to follow. Her mouth opened instictivly as the first of many deep breaths left her lips.
Tag: BDSM
Actual English professor here – hope none of you guys are my students! WARNING – BDSM CONTENT.
I come crawling into the room on all fours up to where you sit on the couch. I look at you and after a short while, you nod and I take your pants down. Then you make me sit and wait while you restrain only my legs (a reason for this – stay tuned).
I crawl up to you again and with your permission, I take you in my mouth. I take ALL of you in my mouth. I have the ability to suppress my gag reflex and I deep throat you and all you hear is that "ugh, ugh, ugh" sound a woman makes when she is taking it deep, deep down the throat. You pull my hair, hard, and tell me what a good girl I am. I suck on you hard, so hard – like I am trying to get every inch of you inside of me. After a while, you start to cum and I suck you harder so I can get your whole load. It fills my entire mouth, and I swallow it while "mmmming." There is so much, that it drips down my face and onto the floor. I use my fingers to mop up my face and and then lick them slowly – you taste so good I need every single ounce of you. Then I lie face down while I lick the floor to get whatever was left behind.
Breaking in a pornstar – Part 1 [Mdom][Fsub][Str8][bdsm]
"Hold the elevator please!" a female voice cried out. He held his briefcase forward to prevent the elevator doors from closing. A womans appeared around the corner in the hall. "Thank you so much." she said and hurried into the elevator. "No problem." he replied. The woman raised her hand in an effort to press the elevator button for the ground floor, but saw that it had already been pressed. He knew her from somewhere. "You're Gisele right?" the man enquired. "Uh, yeah." she replied. "Have we met before?" "No no. I know you from your work." He had spent many hours in front of the computer watching the very girl that now stood beside him. "Ah, I see." she said, less excited. "I don't get that alot anymore." The nooded in acknowledgement, then turned to face the elevator doors. Rumbling noise was now the only sound filling the small space. "Sorry, um… I just…" Gisele started. He looked over at her. "It's just that when guys meet me in person, they usually try hitting on me. Oh, this must sound so narscisitic, but I was just wondering why you're not." she swallowed. "I mean, you've seen my work, so you're probably not gay. I just…" "Well." he interrupted her. "Let's just say, I've seen your work and you're not my type." That was a complete lie. He had to focus. "Not your type?" she looked confused. "I don't think it would be as good in reality as you make it look on tape." Lies. Nothing but lies. It would most likely be amazing. "But I…" she gave up. She was not used to rejection, he could see that. "It all just seem a bit fake to me." he said. She look up at him. There it was. He saw it in her eyes. "What! No, look. I can prove it to you." she turned to him. "Just take me to your place and I'll prove that I'm the best fuck you'll ever have." He faked contemplation. But in his mind the matter was already settled. "Fine. If it'll make you stop." he handed her his business card. 'John L. Simmons – IT security counsultant' "Call me tomorrow." Baffled and intrigued Gisele remained in the elevator as he walked out. John could almost not believe it. Not only had he met Gisele, she was also on the hook. He had to play this cool; use her distaste for rejection against her.
Daily Worship [BDSM] [MF] [pegging] [msub]
A quick teaser, if this is not ok, please let me know.
Daily Worship
I woke up eye level with the smooth curve of her thigh, and glanced at the alarm clock on our desk – six am, time to start my devotions. My morning wood swelled further at the thought. I crawled out of bed, careful not to disturb her, and continued my crawl to the wall mirror; in the morning, I must not be above all fours, unless cooking breakfast.
The wall held her cock, proudly jutting its length from the suction cup that attached it, solid and veiny. I remembered how squirmy and awkward I’d felt when she first introduced it in the bedroom, like she’d been reading my innermost secret thoughts, the ones I was most embarrassed about, and liked them. My Mistress, the first, who discovered how much I loved to be helpless underneath her, whimpering until I begged for release. How much I needed to be pegged.
My morning varied from day to day, but it always began the same way – showing my respect for her cock. This was the most difficult part, and consequently the most arousing – humiliating myself without any active prompting, in hope of getting something I was embarrassed about wanting. Either way, today, like every day, I found myself doing as I was told.
Sharing a night with my girlfriend, and sharing her too [BDSM]
We've been living in our little Scottish flat for a few months now. We were as happy as could be.
We planned to have a romantic New Year’s Eve. I told you I had a surprise planned. You told me the same. The night came and we exchanged surprises. We were both in the living room. I took you by the waist and pulled you into me. Although we were both fully clothed, you could still feel my big, rock hard cock against your stomach. I kissed you deeply. You let out a little moan. You pulled away to show me your surprise. You slowly unbuttoned your blouse and your jeans to reveal black lace lingerie. You left your clothes on and motioned for me to 'come hither'. I moved in to take your clothes off the rest of the way. As I slowly removed your blouse, I placed my lips on your neck. Kisses went from your jaw down your neck, to your collarbone. I slid off your jeans and whispered into your ear "time for my surprise." I locked your hands behind your back with fuzzy handcuffs and pushed you onto the sofa. You squirmed and squirmed but you couldn't get out of them, as if you wanted to. I looked out of our window and gave a nod. Suddenly, you could hear footsteps, many footsteps.
Kidnapped by a Demon, Part 4 [BDSM, cheat]
The demon returns several hours later. When we hear him coming down the hall I turn to Court and say, "Alright, you know what to do?"
"Yea…" she says hesitantly.
"It'll be ok, babe. I don't want you to do it either but it's the best way."
"I know. I know. Alright…" She takes a deep breath. "Ok. I can do this!"
The demon walks up to her cell door completely ignoring me and says, "Hello, beautiful. Ready for another round?" He unlocks the cell and places the keys back on his belt.
Court stands up in the corner of the room and says, "Actually…Yes. I've missed you ever since you left me." She walks up to him and places her hands on his chest. Caressing him she continues, "All I can think about is how big you are… and how good it felt to have you inside me…" She lowers herself onto her knees and begins to pull his pants down around his ankles.
"Mmm…that's right. I knew you'd want me sooner or later." He smiles down at her as she takes him in one of her hands.
My girlfriend loves when we read erotica involving being used as a sex toy for someone else’s pleasure but we are having trouble finding stories like that.
The title briefly describes what my girlfriend fantasizes about and we're posing this question to mainly help us in finding erotica that aligns with this fantasy. We enjoy reading erotica together as a form of foreplay but have trouble finding stories where the focus is on being sexually used but also avoiding any humiliation or non-consensual sex.
For example, she loves sex stories involving monsters like this one. This story is great because it focuses on these women being dominated by these lustful creatures and ultimately enjoying the experience. The problem appears when we use the term "dominance" or BDSM when searching for sex stories because doing so usually results in stories where some of the participants are subjected to pain and/or humiliation and are not willing participants.
In short: How can we better find stories that focus on dominance and being used as a sex toy but avoid stories where some of the participants are humiliated or subjected to pain.
Home From Work [MF, bdsm, Fdom, Poetry]
I step through the front door and she's waiting for me
In leather and lace
My mistress, my goddess
"We're going to fuck," she says,
voice full of calm authority,
"Now?"
"Now."
I know the routine.
My clothes come off immediately
(No barriers, no secrets can come between us)
Into the shower, I scrub
Without delay, without rush,
Face, chest, legs, ass,
Erection, already anticipating,
Then present myself, clean and dry, for her pleasure
She looks me over,
"Good boy. Put this on."
Blindfold.
I enter darkness
And strain to sense every other way I can
Her scent is light and fresh
Her heels click against the wooden floor
Her breath is warm against my ear as she whispers,
"I've been planning this all day"
I shiver.
What lies ahead?
Her hands lead me closer to the bed
Where she sits on the edge and instructs me
I move to kneel on the bed behind her and begin
First massaging her bare shoulders
Above her corset
(Red, if I remember)
Then caressing her arms,
her strong, gentle hands,
back up to her neck,
then down to her thighs
(wonderfully supple under tight leather)
Using all the techniques she taught me
[F4M][very light BDSM/BD] Your Hands
Your hands were the first thing I noticed about you. Strong, solid, rough hands. Not rough as in the opposite of soft – your touch could be soft if you wanted it to be – but almost rough as in powerful. Mighty.
The moment I felt your hands against my skin, I needed more. When you pulled down the zipper of my dress for the first time, your fingertips grazed my suddenly exposed skin, trailing down my spine to the small of my back. My dress fell to the ground and you set it aside.
I was left in just sheer black stockings with a panel of lace reaching the middle of my thighs, held up by garters attached to my matching black lace panties. Such pretty little things that served not much function other than to look pretty. I suppose that was fitting anyway, considering I served no function tonight but to look pretty for you; to please you in any way that you wanted me to. I smiled to myself with the thought, wanting to please you in every way possible. All because of those hands that I can’t stop thinking about now.
An unexpected evening [Mf, cheating, bdsm]
They had had a good evening, relaxing on the sofa. After some wine they were giggling at everything, the stand up show they were watching, the not particularly funny jokes they were telling each other. This was not out of the ordinary per se, apart from the fact that it had never been just the two of them alone.
She stands up and tries to do the crow yoga pose despite never having succeeded before in her life, and her lack of strength and the alcohol-fuelled lack of balance makes her topple over against the sofa. They both laugh, he leans forward to help her up, but as she touches her something happened. They look at each other and fall silent for a moment, their minds blank, then with little hesitation he reaches her, one hand behind her head to pull her closer, and they start kissing. She sits on top of him, straddling him, confused by her own whirlwind of thoughts, when she met him he was married and off limits in her eyes, and after all these years it feels almost incestuous. What is going on? How did this happen? And yet it’s as if they’d both been wanting this for so long, or at least been curious about it.