Tag: BDSM

Try Me! Part 2 [BDSM, Fsub, MF]

The car slows and then goes up a long driveway. Nick gets out and walk around to her door. He opens it and takes the chain in his hands. She spins and climbs out. There are no other houses visible. A number of small to medium trees fill the very deep front yard.

John parks the car. Nods to Nick and then climbs on his Harley. Roaring down the drive.

The house is two stories. Certainly not a mansion but fairly large. It is very quiet as he leads her inside. Disarming a complex looking security system. She sees cameras and little sensors in various spots.

Inside. Hardwood floors. Entranceway. Kinda empty. Hallway. No pictures. Another room. Big one. Black leather and touches of silver. A circle of wide couch around a central umm table. A padded one. Angel feel fear touch her again.

Which gets a lot better when he stops to take off the cuffs. He takes her panties too.

"Through that door is a shower. Use it. Come back out naked and not wrapped in a towel. Wait for me on the couch." He orders in a mild voice.

"Ummm… Yes… ah… sir." Read more »

Try Me! Part 1 [BDSM, public, MF]

It is Midnight…

She has been watching him for the last three hours. The bar is dark and the band is loud but still she watches. Something about him fascinates her. Sure he is not bad looking. Long black hair. Tall. Not a pretty face but a good one. And those eyes. They were something.

He was sitting at a table near the back wall. A very large bald man sometimes occupied the seat across from him. Other people. A lot of girls stopping by to say hello.

Angel was new. First time. Lonely. Been 6 months since her rat bastard boyfriend ran off her her best… former best friend. She was horny too. That was not helping.

She was not the kind of girl to walk up to some random guy in a bar. At least she had never been before. Bold in her own way but not that bold. But he certainly was not going to come to her.

A good looking girl she did not normally have much trouble with company. At 5' 7" she was very delicately built. Willowy was the usual term. Her very light brown hair went just past her shoulders and was streaked with red. Read more »

Drink Unattended – First go at this. Feedback appreciated. BDSM story.

Author notes: I've been wanting to try my hand at writing for awhile now The only thing that really holds my attention however is porn so I figured, why not give erotica a shot. I've been working on this three nights now. I'm dyslexic so it's difficult to catch misspellings and other mistakes at times. Apologies in advance. Thanks for reading. Hope you get a good fap out of this. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks!

Edit: Correct some mistakes and made some changes.

*DRINK UNATTENDED

Chapter One

Wake up, wake up, wake up…

Penny’s dream faded as she drift back into consciousness. Her head was pounding. Her body, tender and sore. She lie there, piecing together memories of the night before. It was hopeless. Blackouts were common. Her drinking the cause. She had a problem. She needed help. I’ll start tomorrow, she’d tell herself.

The moment of clarity between now and the next drink was always the worst. She ached with shame and embarrassment. She groaned aloud, wallowing in self-pity. Where did she go? What did she do? How did she get home?

How did I get home, she thought? Read more »

The Morning After [M/f] and a question for readers.

M was a soft hearted nerd, and a passionate lover. He was kind and sweet and gentle. M was tall, 6ft 5, and kind of shy and awkward at first when we dated. I knew he was the sort of man that I could fall in love with easily. He was different to the dangerous, laddish types who I had wasted so much time with before. He was a breath of fresh air. He was interested and interesting. He liked my confidence and inquisitive nature; it put him at ease. He loved how confident I was sexually, and would often comment on my naughty streak that I would occasionally hint at. I didn’t want to tell him about my dark past with BDSM or swinging. I figure that men love girls with lower mileage and it’s sometimes okay to be economical about the truth.

I didn’t want to ruin things with M. I loved his warmth and lack of ego. He was a total catch, and the nice thing about him was that he didn’t know it. After some time innocently dating and making out, he invited me to stay the night at his place. This was to be the first time we had sex. Read more »

Slave to my College Roommate (Part 1) [MM] [bdsm] [reluc] [huml]

Hi, I'm RPDiem. This is my first time writing erotic fiction, so feel free to give some constructive criticism! It's the first of many parts, and the sooner I hear back the more likely I'll hurry my ass up and write more!

PART ONE – MEETING AND DEVELOPMENTS

High school, in brief, was hell. I was one of those kids who, for some reason, never managed to make any friends when I was younger, and by the time I became a freshman I was enough of a social pariah that no one would dare approach me in any way that wasn’t openly offensive or abusive. I’ve always been short and thin, standing 5’1” and weighing at about 110lb, and despite my efforts most of the weight I did put on went to my ass and hips, giving me a distinctly feminine build. Read more »

Party plaything [bdsm] [Mdom] [Fsub][huml]

“Are you ready princess?” His voice turned me away from where I’d been anxiously stirring the stock pot. “Our guests will be arriving soon. Sarah will take over from here, you’ve got a more important job to do.” A thrill of nervousness and anticipation shot through me. He walked towards me, and started to untie the knot of my light cotton robe. He pulled the fabric open, resting it against my skin momentarily, stroking my hip bone with his roughly textured thumb.

He slid the robe off my shoulders, and I let him, watching somewhat numbly as it dropped to the floor. I stepped awkwardly out of the puddle of fabric it left at my feet, careful not to get my heels caught (Sarah had made me practise), or scuff them on one another. I looked up at his face apprehensively, sneakily, and watched him studying me. The black patent heels (Sarah’s choice), seamed stockings (the same), and the most ridiculously frothy white lingerie (thank god the salesgirl hadn’t checked in on us while Sarah was “helping me decide”). He grinned and dug around in his pocket momentarily, and pulled out a shiny gold lipstick case. Read more »

Washed Pt. One [Mdom, Fsub, oral, voy, bdsm]

It's late. Almost two in the morning. I'm not tired. As usual. I decide to go wash my car. It needs it, badly. It's really dark out so I just go in my pajamas. My black drawstring shorts, that just barely cover my butt, and a loose purple v-neck shirt. I throw on my flip flops and I leave.

It's hot and humid out. Sticky. I turn up the radio and put all my windows down. Feeling the wind all around me. The song on the radio is one of my favorites. It's a slower Rock song with a great beat. I would love to strip for someone to this song.

I pull into the car wash. There is only one other car in there but I don't see it's driver. I put it in park and go to get my change. I've found him. Standing there at the machine. He is incredibly handsome and burly. Almost everything I love in a man. Tall, dark features, great beard, but what i really notice is his arms, incredibly solid. He looks like he could pick me up above his head. The next things I notice are his hands. I can see how callused they are and I automatically imagine them all over me. Feeling his rough hands all over my bare skin and I can feel myself begin to blush. Read more »

Review: The Installation [bdsm,sm,voy][mmmfff][Str8]

Hi, this is my first story so feedback is appreciated! Enjoy.

Report by James Cragg.

“In this next room is a bold and challenging new work by one of Scotland’s newest talents, Amy McKenzie. Part performance art, part social experiment ‘The Installation’ endeavours to explore multiple themes, including empathy, eroticism, objectification, revenge and in no small part, sadism. We ask patrons to ensure visitors are over 18 years of age and are of an open minded disposition. Performances are at 10am, 3pm and 7pm.”

As far as understatements go, the placard outside the latest art installation in the Marianne Art Centre has to be one of the most impressive examples. Little could have prepared for this reporter when he ventured into this new showcase of “art” on the recommendation of my good friend Sarah who was helping her fellow graduate (Miss Amy McKenzie herself) with the show. Read more »

Visiting Arkansas, part 2 [MF][bdsm][Mdom][Fsub][Str8]

Disclaimer : This is not -yet- a true story. Let's call it anticipation rather than pure fiction though. Oh, and, yes, I take my time before getting to the fun parts Part 1 is there

I soon found her, her curvy figure hugging the yellow sundress I asked her to wear for her meeting. She bought this dress a few months ago as a treat for me, knowing the air of innocence the dress gave would please me. My heart bumped wildly in my chest as I walked towards her, careful to keep my composure, hiding as much as I could from my exhaustion and tension. As she finally saw me and smiled timidly, I increased my pace, dropping my small suitcase as I reached her, feeling the urge to kiss her.

Yes, kiss her. For all the kinky stuff I made her do, all the places I wanted to touch her, what I really wanted in these first few instants was to feel her lips against mine, see her eyes close as we embraced each other. And boy, was this a long, intense, wonderful kiss. I have a hard time remembering that airport, or what happened around us. Anyone could have grabbed my suitcase and left with it without me noticing anything. Read more »

Visiting Arkansas, part 1 [MF][bdsm][Mdom][Fsub][Str8]

Disclaimer : Lots of build-up (actually, this first part is only build-up), and this is not -yet- a true story. Let's call it anticipation rather than pure fiction though

It all started in the most mundane way. I was bored at work, browsing through dpp, and saw a prompt that attracted me – the story of a bratty submissive disobeying her online Sir, coming back from work to find him waiting angrily for her on the couch. I couldn’t resist such a prompt and drafted quite a long answer to her.

I guess my answer fit her expectations, and the roleplaying hit the ground running – the frontiers between roleplaying her Sir and having her actually do assignments and punishments quickly blurred. Without either of us really expecting it, separated by an ocean, I became her Sir, she became my Whore. An amazing one. Living on the other side of the world. Read more »