Tag: BDSM

Made my ex [F] pass out from an orgasm!

This was a few years back. Ive posted about my ex before Haley (18F)

When i came home on leave one time i went round hers to see her. We did some romantic stuff, chilled, watched movies etc. When everyone went to bed, we started getting touchy. started making out, running our hands all over one another and ended up stripping one another, so all the usual stuff.

She began Sucking me off as i played with her clit making her cum and squirt. Now, im into BDSM and am very much a sadist dom who loves enjoying taming brats. So, as punishment for making a mess, i dragged her into the front room. We are both naked, the front room is located next to her mums room with paper thin walls (Lived in a apartment)

I spat on her, degraded her, humiliated her and had to muffle her moans as i toyed with her body. We had done anal a hand full of times but only when it was a special occasion such as anniversary’s, birthdays etc. But as we haven’t seen each other in months as i was away with the army, her ass was mine. The entire time we were in the living room, i told her she couldnt cum making her edge. Read more »

My Kinky Family [Incest] [Pee] [Anal] [MF]

I am a happy man. A very happy man. 34 years old right now, while I write those lines. I have a good, a well paying job that only sucks away 30 hours a week. I am sharing my home with the love of my life, a hot 56 year old woman. She is beautiful and kinky as fuck. Maybe even kinkier than I am. Yes, she is my mom too. But well, we fell for each other about 10 years ago. We struggled to accept our love, but we did came to our terms in the end. We are happy together since we accepted ourselves and our love.

We two, mom and I, had a rough start. We had to accept what was going on between the two of us. We had to tell the rest of the family about it. Dad, well dad lost his shit because of it. He just left. Only taking one suitcase with him. Telling us that he never ever wanted to see us again. Yes, I miss him from time to time, but, you can’t have everything in life. And I decided to stick with my mom, the love of my life. Read more »

Deep Throating Master (M/F) (D/S) (Mdom)

*Story is fictional and BDSM based. Honorifics, special names given to each partner, are used. Male/Female dom/Sub partnership. Enjoy!

I was working on cleaning the base boards of our apartment. It was warm today. I was wearing a low cut tank top and short shorts. Master had picked them out before he left for work. He had left a list of chores for me to complete while he was gone.

I checked the time seeing that he’d be home any moment. I knew I’d be rewarded for a job well done so I continued cleaning. My mind started to wander. Thinking of Masters kisses and touches. My pussy began to throb. I managed to finish cleaning before he returned home.

I was a little bored and horny as hell. I picked up my phone and started searching for some porn to watch. I settled on a short video of girl sucking a guy off. In the midst of watching I began to hump the arm of the couch. My clit rubbed against the seam of my shorts. I moaned softly thinking about Master cock. I needed a cock in mouth. Read more »

My secret to a better sex life not enough folks talk about [F]

*This is going to be one of my more radically odd posts I might delete later. Feel free to skip this and go read about me getting spanked if this isn’t your thing. I promise I have plenty of stories that don’t get deep.*

*I’ve really struggled with how to post this because it’s pretty fucking personal and a little odd for GWS. Plus, every time I post about how much I like myself I get a slew of hateful messages from folks who come to this sub to fulfill something they’re not going to get from my account.*

*You know what though? It’s important. You can’t isolate sex from other aspects of physical and mental health, and this is the single most important component for my sex life.*

*It’s my account and I’ll write what I want to, damn it.*

My sex life got better when I decided I loved my body. Read more »

A Real BDSM Story Part 1

A lot of BDSM fiction really doesn’t do a good job of describing a healthy D/s dynamic, so here’s a real story of what happened between my sub/girlfriend and I this afternoon.

My sub (let’s call her Kris) said about a week ago that while she’s been having a great time with our scenes, it’s been a minute since she’s been able to go to sub space. Sub space, for those that don’t know, is the high that a submissive experiences from being dominated. It’s often described as floating on a cloud.

Because her pleasure is very important to me, I spent the next few days trying to figure out why that was.

She had been stressed out from doing mom/work shit, and I decided that was probably the main reason she wasn’t going into sub space was that she’s too stressed out. After all, not even vanilla sex isn’t enjoyable when you have a hundred other things on your mind.

So I did what any good Dom would do: I decided that on our next date I would completely take away any decision making ability she has and make all decisions on her behalf. She wouldn’t have to do any thinking. She just needs to do what she’s told. (Her and I do consent to this dynamic, and everything else we do in this story). Read more »

Fucking my deputy on every desk in the office [MF]

I saw the monthly contest post and thought I really should post this again. Because, as the contest post mentions, I *was* naughty on my boss’s desk and I *did* get down to it in an empty closet. Getting into a workplace affair means I have a lot of content that fits the bill here, from sneaking away at lunch times to escaping to a work conference for wild hotel sex, but I think this story is one of my favourites. So, yes it’s a repost – sorry to those who’ve read this already. I have, however, added some extra bits in. Like when a film re-releases with a few extra scenes in.

For those who are unfamiliar with this, I’ll provide a bit of background and a summary of the story so far for you as best as I can. Added context, this was pre-pandemic times and WFH was not really encouraged back then. Read more »

Teasing her in class [FF, public masturbation, light bdsm]

It’s cloudy and overcast as we pull into one of the empty spots in the university parking lot. Cait is in the passenger seat next to me stuffing a few extra pens into her bag and grabbing an umbrella from my back seat. She had just started her PhD a few months earlier and had a late afternoon seminar with her advisor, and I had driven her to campus so we could get dinner together after class. I had originally planned to spend the next couple of hours doing some work at the coffeeshop next to her building, but before we left my apartment I had a slight change of plans, swapping the jeans I had been wearing for a long skirt and grabbing an extra pair of wireless earbuds to throw into my purse. Read more »

Eye Candy [Spanking] [BDSM] [Brat]

You were just supposed to be eye candy. You were no where near qualified for the job but the job sucks and I wanted something fun to look at.

I should have realized how much of a mouth you have on you in the interview but you had a flirty smile and I could see down your dress. Yeah, I knew you were just being flirty to get the job. I wasn’t trying to fuck you. I just thought it would be fun to have something to flirt with.

But holy fuck did I underestimate your attitude.

Within two weeks you were giving me lip every time I asked you to do something. Even the smallest little thing that I’d tell you to do, just to try to justify your salary, and you’d have something smart to say. By the time a month had passed I was regretting having hired you. But I couldn’t fire you so quickly without making myself look bad for hiring you in the first place. And you were still fun to look at, even if you did piss me off. Read more »

Prior to the appointment in the country

“Hi, Darling, can you drop by on your way from the airport?” were the words I was not happy to hear from the manager as I listened to my saved messages while waiting in the queue to get through Immigration at Terminal 5.  I had just travelled for twenty-one hours from Melbourne, Australia and had before me a further two-hour drive to my family home in Gloucestershire.  “It is really important,” she had emphasized, “since you’re in London, the client lives out your way, but you need training for this one and I need to talk to you in person.”

The thing about starting a new job, career, school year etc., is that you really want to set the tone from the beginning, to make a good impression and to be taken seriously.  “Okay,” I found myself agreeing, as I climbed into a waiting black cab and directed the driver to take me south of the river.

When I arrived at the Shard office, the manager was busy, but a petite and attractive goth-like woman with tattoos over most of her body and one of those nose piercings, among others, smiled at me and asked in a gentle voice, “Ruby?  Please follow me” Read more »

Freya’s Art Show (part 3) (BDSM, FF, long)

The articles in all the papers came out the next morning with rave reviews.  ‘A new kind of performance art’, ‘dignified and lovely’ were some of the descriptions.  Other reviews described the careful security arrangements for the privacy of the performers and attendees.  These included the mandatory phone check room that prevented unapproved photos, the requirement to pre-purchase tickets which stopped random drunks from deciding to come in, to the cover charge including hors d’oeuvres and light spirits which meant guests could safely attend without spending arm and a leg.

Freya was thrilled and set about preparing for the public opening that night.  The dungeon performance would be a repeat of the previous evening and she wanted to ensure her outfit was as spectacular as the last.  The show would be open every evening from 7:00 to 11:00, but dungeon performances would only be held Friday and Saturday nights.  Sundays they would be closed, to give the performers a well deserved break and allow for any needed set changes.  During the week, it would operate in a similar fashion to a normal museum, but on the weekends it would be a more formal gala style affair with a scheduled start and end time. Read more »