Technically speaking, Ally wasn’t restrained; however, the two pairs of chopsticks that were rubber banded together to form rudimentary vices on her nipples did restrict her movements a bit. The caramel skinned brunette’s tight body moved and rippled hypnotically as she rocked her hips. Her movements were rhythmic and enticing as she switched from riding my cock in small circles to grinding against me like a wave. That wave was searching for connection – her clit to my pubic mound. Like a hungry animal looking to satisfy its hunger, Ally’s hips drove towards my stomach, faster, with more desperation. As though she was on fire and only the pleasure that shot from her clit to the rest of her body could extinguish the flames. Ally started panting and groaning, her hips became wild and her vagina started to move up and down my shaft, not in rythm, but in some unpredictable design, driven by the orgasm building in her gut. Her juices started to leak out in greater volume, my balls began to get slick from her lubricant and I could feel a wet spot growing underneath me. Ally became frustrated as the pressure she was searching for kept evading her. Finally, I took action and slapped both chopsticks simultaneously. I could practically follow the sensation through her body, as Ally’s nerves responded to the intensity of what had just transpired to her nipples. The gorgeous brunette cried out in pain, but her hips began to move even faster. I brought my hands to her incredible breasts and held them in place as Ally bounced on my dick. Every time she moved, her nipples were stretched from the bounce of her body, forming her beautiful face into a wince. I could sense she was close from the fervor of her movements, her moans, and the large amount of precum that soaked my cock and the bed. “Are you close, slut?” Ally’s words failed her, as all she could muster was “Please, master.” I obliged and began thrusting into her aggressively. Ally’s own movements slowed as my hips furiously attacked her pussy. Her moans escalated as I once again twisted her nipples and finally, I felt her tight tunnel clamps down around my cock. Ally spasmed and slumped over, her orgasm rippling through her and switching off her brain momentarily. Finally, she stirred, the pleasure releasing her brain once again.
Tag: BDSM
random train encounter part 3 [F/M] [M23] [F35] [bdsm] [ds] [femdom]
After she dropped that bomb on me i was a bit stunned. She then, while rubbing her clit, put one of those balls up her butt. Every of them the size of a ping pong ball. As she has all 4 of them inside, she gets up and stands right in front of me, “Do you like what you see?” – “Yes, very much, Mistress”. She smiles as her vagina is maybe 5 cm from my face. She continues to rub herself, bows down, first moans into my ear and then whispers to me: “I am quite wet and that is because of you. Also i feel the balls in my ass all moving against each other and they are quite cold still. How could i do something to you without knowing what it is like? I know you want me to fuck your ass and to fuck mine, i promise you will if you behave.” – I stare with wide open eyes at her. She grabs my hair quite rough and collapses over me.
After maybe 30 seconds she gets back up, grins all over her face and says to me: “That was nice, lets get both of us cleaned up and then get to sleep” as she releases me. Afterwards we take a shower together and this time she is nacked finally. Her breasts look really nice. As she washes herself with some soap, she points downwards and commands “You were good today, you should make sure i am quite clean everywhere. Go on”. So i do as i am told and get on my knees. As my tongue touches her, she tells me, a little irritated: “I meant inside too, was that unclear?” – “Sorry, Mistress?”. So i slowly insert my finger and she looks quite pleased. As my tongue touches her again and i found her clit, she shivers a little. I continue for a bit and she pulls me up “That was nice but we are done now”. So we get out of the shower, get dry and she gives me a new tooth brush she has for visitors. As we are all done we go to the bedroom. “You will sleep next to me, we can cuddle. Any questions?” – “No, Mistress. Actually can i say i really liked what we did?” – “That is so sweet” and she gives me a hug. So we go to bed and i can even be the little spoon which is really nice of her.
As i wake up, she is already awake and looks at me. “Oh he graces us with his presence”. I am still quite sleepy so don’t say anything. “Come on, let me get you some breakfast” – “Ok”. So we get up and we meet at her dining room. We sit on her pillows and she gets me a bowl of cereal. She tells me about all the train rides she has had and one in particular when she met an old lady who told her very vivid world war 2 stories. After dinner we get some groceries and take the scenic route through our small city. It is a little chilly but not too bad. We also grab some food on the way and get home in the afternoon and it already gets a little dark.
As we get back in, we are both a bit chilly. After we take off our winter clothing she says, “Let us cuddle in my bed so we get warm again”. “That sounds nice”, i respond. We walk into the bathroom and she takes off most off her clothes besides her underwear, “So we have more skin contact and warm up faster”. “Well, that sounds reasonable”, my inner voice remarks. So i do as she did and we snuggle up under her blanket. She smells so good and feels so smooth. We talk about our walk and how nice the park looks in the winter. She gives me an inquisitive look and asks me “You are aroused, aren’t you?”. “Yes, it appears i do have an erection.” – i answer. She gives me a smile, “I was wondering what was taking you so long. I have some surprises for you left. If you behave well i will reward you a lot afterwards.” – “Ok, Mistress”.
“Ok, now get up and you do not need any underwear” as she turns towards her wardrobe. I turn around so she can change in privacy. “You can have a look”, she says, i do and oh my, she wears a really well fitting black corset. My penis twitches quite a bit, she looks very pleased. She walks up to me, takes my hand and says “I promised you those metal beads. I will put them up your ass and then bring me some of that cake we bought. Is that understood?” – “Yes, Mistress”. “Ok, then what are you waiting for? Get into the living room and bent over the table so i have good access”. My breath is a little husky but i go the living room and bend over the table so my chest lies on the table. I hear her coming up behind me, “I do not want you to interfere so i will tie your hands.”. She uses those leather cuffs again to tie my hands. I hear her being busy behind me, i assume she puts on some gloves and lube. After a few minutes she gets very close to me and whispers into my ear: “And now take a deep breath”. Her head is right next to my ear and i feel her finger searching for my butt. I can feel her gently pushing her finger into my ass. She seems quite pleased from my light moaning from what i can glimpse.
“So, that went quite well. Now you will take those beads like a good little bitch” – “Yes, Mistress”. Now i can hear her juggle those metal balls as they bang against each other in her hand. She puts the first right against my butthole and then smiles at me, “Ready?”. It feels quite cold and she pushes on in. She takes the second and pushes that in too. I can feel them touching each other inside of me. As she has the next in her hand, i tell her “Miss, i think i might cum from that.”. She looks a little angry, “No, you are not.”. As she gets a little rough with ball 4 and 5. She then pulls me up by the cuffs. “Now get me some cake” and releases my cuffs. I stand and i can feel things moving inside of me. This is really intense. I make my way into the kitchen and it feels like i could cum any second. But i somehow make into the kitchen, find a plate and slice her a piece of cake. As i bring it back, my penis is dripping from precum.
As i make my way back into the living room i see that we quite busy while i was gone. She had mounted several dildos onto the table and is wearing a strapon now. My breath stops as i see it. “Did you think i was not gonna have some entertainment while i eat?” [To be continued]
The Business Trip, Part 4 [BDSM] [Femdom] [humiliation] [real] [F40/m43]
He rolled over and reached for his phone, the same way he did every morning. 6:15AM. Within a second, he received what looked like a duplicate notification on his lock screen. The subject line was unassuming enough, simply ‘What’s Next.’ He was still wiping the sleep from his eyes when panic set in. The second message at 6:15AM was just as she said, to his work email address. He quickly unlocked the phone, glanced over the message and replied ‘yes Mistress’ in an effort to make sure the next part of her threat didn’t come to light.
He then composed himself as much as possible, and re-read the message. As he read the steps, it was the first time he truly felt the pain of the chastity pouch in which he was locked. His cock always swelled when he was given orders to follow, this time it felt as if it was being ripped to shreds as it tried. He showered, prepped and packed the bag just as he was told. The previous night, he hadn’t realized how little the hotel robe actually covered up only landing about midway on his thigh. He again passed no one in the halls, and the changes at the front desk went remarkably easy. The elevator door opened, he got in and pressed 15. When he arrived on the floor, he stood in front of the door and breathed deeply. He wasn’t sure what the fate was behind that door, but he knew it was his only option.
The Business Trip, Part 3 [BDSM] [Femdom] [humiliation] [real] [F40/m43]
On the walk back to his room, he didn’t see anyone in the hallway. He opened his door, went inside and exhaled. So many emotions were running through him right now. He was filled with shame over all of the events that just took place and the situation he had put himself in, fear over what could happen if that video ever found it’s way to his personal social media and lastly he was somewhat aroused by the thought of having given up all control of his life. As he slid under the tightly pulled covers of the hotel bed, his head was absolutely spinning.
Her on the other hand was in a completely different headspace. She laid in bed with her phone buzzed from the alcohol and endorphins replaying that look of complete fear that washed over his face on more than one occasion. She had even captured it on video, but there was no substitute for seeing it in person. In her scrolling of Instagram, she even uncovered his fake account which she’d so much light on his desires, and after a few minutes looking through his likes, she was reassured that she couldn’t have picked a better victim.
The Business Trip, Part 2 [BDSM] [Femdom] [humiliation] [real] [F40/m43]
He closed out his tab, picked up her’s too and headed upstairs. The conversation never hit a lull – luckily, she had two good bottles of bourbon to make sure that didn’t stop. About an hour in, she went into the bathroom. It felt like she was gone forever, but when when she finally returned, she absolutely took his breath away. She was barefoot, wearing a pair of black leather joggers and a white tank top. He didn’t think he had mentioned it during their conversations about how much those style joggers made him wild, but right now, he couldn’t stop staring.
She felt his strong stare, but completely played it off. She picked up with the conversation right where they left off before she had left to change. The playful convo continued for a few more minutes before he decided to compliment her look.
“I love those pants you changed into,” he said with a smile. “There is something about they fit that drives me wild.”
The Business Trip, Part 1 [BDSM] [Femdom] [humiliation] [real] [F40/m43]
She sat at the end of the bar playing with a half-melted ice cube inside of a rocks glass. She checked into the hotel earlier, but was still wearing the sweats she had been wearing on the plane. She had flown into Chicago for an industry trade show, and knew she had a few busy days ahead. She alternated between people watching in the lobby and watching the Cubs play the Mets on the lobby TV – anything she could do keep from picking up her phone and scrolling. She always loved business travel, it gave her a chance to feel free again. It had always been that way for her – there was something about that moment she passed through the security gates at Newark Airport that felt freeing. This was only heightened over the past few years as the work-from-home culture had taken hold at her company – she’d only been to the office about 20 times in 24 months, a far cry from the four days per week she was used to pre March 2020.
A Strange Compulsion Chapter 03
LEGAL DECLARATION:
This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain.
All characters in sexual situations are eighteen years or older.
The situations described in this story are for the sole purpose of entertaining the reader. Events and characters in the story are completely fictional and any resemblance to real world persons or events are purely coincidental.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:
I’d like to thank my editor markf52.
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS:
CHAPTER 01: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/uplqig/a_strange_compulsion_chapter_01/
CHAPTER 02: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wd1u47/a_strange_compulsion_chapter_02/
STORY:
Jason walked into his home. His mother, Sandy, was in the kitchen reading something. She saw him come into the kitchen, “Hey, Jason. How did your date go?”
“Oh, it went very well. We’re going out again next week.”
“That’s great! Have you already had dinner or shall I make you something?”
“We didn’t eat anything outside. Do you have any dinner left over?”
“Yeah. We had chicken. Let me just reheat it for you.”
“Where are Vivian and Dad?”
“Your dad had an important work call. He had to go to New York for an emergency meeting and Vivian is already asleep.”
Her New Room, Part 13 [femdom] [bdsm] [real] [F34/M41]
“Twenty-five more to go,” she said firmly as she stepped back. “What kind of cruel Goddess would I be, if I didn’t follow through on my punishments.” She seemed to say that last line with purpose, but he wasn’t sure why. She walked away and came back with a stack of papers. “I wanted a preview of one of your stories for our session, and I opened your notepad file last week – I had no idea you vented in a journal,” she saw in his eyes that he was nervous as she spoke the words. “You leave absolutely no doubt that you think of me as a Goddess, and that makes me feel so sexy and amazing.”
He felt some relief, but wasn’t sure where this was going; the one thing he did know is that he never wrote a negative thing about her, so unless she was making it up for play, there would be nothing of the sort.
Sex with my Friends Mom and ex neighbor [MF] Part One
This story is going to be in 2 parts because one thing lead to another. To understand the visit, I had just finished a Project management class in Tampa for a new company that hired me. I had been in Tampa for a month and had to report to my new job in Jacksonville on Monday, this was a Friday. I called a friends mother and former neighbor ( Ann) in Ocala to ask if I stop by and see her. We were neighbors growing up in Georgia, her husband had died and she move to Ocala after he past where she had grown up. She was glad to hear from me and ask me to stay over night so we could have dinner together, I said yes I could. I arrived around 4 PM to a nice and trim house on a cul-de-sac with a fenced in back yard.
Neekanah, Huntress Enslaved – Ch. 01 [Intro] [Scifi] [BDSM] [Submissive] [Humiliation] [More tags listed for future chapters]
### Introduction
Just wanted to test the waters in this subreddit and see if anyone might be interested in a story I’ve been writing off and on… Chapters 2 and 3 are ready to post here if there’s interest. Here’s the original disclaimer that I posted with its publication on Literotica:
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*This story has been a work in progress for the past month, and future chapters delve into a lot of rather fringe fetishes, be warned. Some aspects of this tale celebrate tropes I enjoy, including preposterous ‘menwritingwomen’ memes, as well as ideas and themes from science fiction movies, shows, and games.*
*The tale is heavily inspired by heroine in peril and damsel in distress themes going back to the early days of sci-fi/horror filmmaking and comic books of the 1920s – the 1960s. While it starts slow in section 1, it gets much more obscene in future chapters. If that prospect doesn’t appeal to you, it’s probably wise to skip this bizarre rabbit hole!*
*Some story tags and fetishes appearing in future chapters:*