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Diving Into the World of Gentle FemDom [F20s/M34] [FDom/MSub] [Erotica] [Fiction] [Orgasm Denial] [Light Bondage] [Light BDSM] [Handjob] [Part 1]

*Don’t do it yet.*

Her words rang through my ears as I sat there in a wooden chair, paired nicely with a black cushion, my hands tied behind me back as I looked down at the gorgeous woman – who somehow managed to talk me into this situation – with my throbbing, veiny manhood in her soft and delicate hands, making slow and deliberate strokes up and down, her eyes locked on mine as I felt the pressure building inside me.

*I don’t want you to cum yet, Dan.*

I felt myself squeezing every muscle I knew – and some I didn’t know I had – because I had this deep and insatiable desire to please her. I can’t really say how we ended up here like this – it was a normal enough date to start out with, and we’ve been dating about six months now. We’ve had sex in that time, but I always ended up taking on the more dominant and aggressive role in the bedroom. But tonight, she confessed some desires to me, desires that would leave me in a more vulnerable position while she took on the role of the dominant. Read more »

Getting a new toy [M31/F26] [bdsm, fdom, cons]

Divided into two chapters, in case you wanna skip ahead to the action. Enjoy :)

# Intro

Ever since breaking up with my boyfriend, my sex life has been underwhelming. After countless dating attempts in which the men were only interested in sex, I decided I might as well get a dildo and be done with it. After all, a dildo doesn’t care if you wear makeup or not, if you shaved nor whether you wore a tight dress or a t-shirt. A dildo just got the job done.

At first, it was amazing. I could use it exactly as I liked, whenever I liked, and if I felt like stopping I didn’t have to deal with a disappointed man in my bed. Each day at night before going to bed I would open my locked drawer, take out my 9inch pink dildo and satisfy my needs. Although, after a while, it started getting repetitive. It was just an inanimate object, and I realised I missed the real thing; the warmth, the pulsations, the moans. I needed a better toy. Read more »

The Story of life

Alright, let’s get started. Once upon a time, there was a handsome man named Jack who lived in a small town. Jack was a successful businessman and always had his pick of the ladies, but he was searching for something more. One day, he met a beautiful woman named Sarah who caught his eye. They began to date and quickly fell in love.

As their relationship grew, Jack discovered that Sarah had a secret desire to be dominated in the bedroom. Jack had never explored this side of himself before, but he was willing to try anything to please his lover. He began to research BDSM and discovered that he had a natural talent for it.

One evening, he surprised Sarah with a candlelit dinner and blindfolded her before leading her to the bedroom. There, he revealed a room filled with all sorts of toys and restraints. Sarah was thrilled and eager to explore with him.

Jack started slowly, teasing her with a feather before moving on to a riding crop. He whispered dirty words in her ear and made her beg for more. Sarah had never felt so alive and desired. Read more »

Pencil Skirt 4 (f20m30s) [humil, kink, public, dubcon, office, toys, bdsm, pet play, piss play, caught]

I’m sitting on the floor on my knees, hands placed gently on top of them. I’m bare naked. I’m in Mr. Mortson’s office.

I’m naked in the office.

There’s a blindfold over my eyes, but I know it’s the evening. I hear items being placed down, but I have no idea what is going on. I was instructed to sit quietly and wait.

While I reflect, I don’t let his noises get to me. I recall my eventful day. I lost count of my orgasms at number five. They were near constant honestly. He ran the vibrating egg the entire time I went to pick up those stupid lunch orders. I got the memo completed in time and he let me sit in on the meeting, where he had it set to pulsate. I came a few times then. I just freaking new someone heard the vibrating but no one really looked at me. Must have helped that I was standing in the back or the room near no one. Read more »

Horny and High [M20][F19][Drug use][Alcohol use][Oral][Dubious Consent][BDSM][Rough Sex]

Looking to my right, I was still somewhat shocked at her beauty. With her perky tits and curvy body, Mia is a total bombshell. She had a very deep shade of red lipstick on, and she was wearing a blue top that was showing a lot of her breasts. The mini skirt she wore accentuated her shapely legs and fine ass. I gazed and wondered how such a perfect creature could exist.

“Jesus, Chris, what the fuck are you staring at? Are you gonna light that bowl or what?” Mia croaked out.

I quickly lit the glass piece I held between my lips and deeply inhaled the headies emanation.

Holding in my breath, I quickly passed the piece back to Mia before she got any more impatient with me. Upon exhaling, the usual taste of blueberries filled my throat, and the long day of classes melted away.

“Fuck… this is godly… where did you pick this up?” I questioned.

“Davis got this last night. I figured you’d enjoy it.” Mia replied. She wasn’t wrong. After a long week of intense classes a bowl cruise was all I had wanted to close out the week. Read more »

Sarah and Tom

As a young man, Tom had always been fascinated by strong, powerful women. He daydreamed about being dominated and controlled by a beautiful Dominatrix, forced to kneel at her feet and obey her every command. But he never thought he would actually find a woman who shared his desires.
That all changed when he met Sarah. She was a tall, striking woman with piercing blue eyes and a commanding presence. From the moment he saw her, Tom knew he was in trouble. He couldn’t resist her confident demeanor and commanding voice.
It didn’t take long for Sarah to realize that Tom was a submissive. She noticed the way he would lower his eyes and defer to her in conversation, and she enjoyed the power she had over him. She began to flirt with him, teasing him with stories of her past Dominatrix experiences and making suggestive comments about what she would do to him if he were her submissive.
Tom was both excited and terrified by Sarah’s advances. He had never been in a BDSM relationship before, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to surrender control to someone else. But the more time he spent with Sarah, the more he craved her dominance.
Eventually, Sarah invited Tom to her apartment for a session.
As soon as he walked in the door, he was struck by the sight of her in full Dominatrix attire, a leather corset hugging her curves, a whip dangling from her hand. She ordered him to strip naked and kneel before her, and Tom obeyed without hesitation. For hours, Sarah pushed Tom to his limits, testing his willingness to submit to her every whim. She spanked him, whipped him, and made him worship her body until his knees were sore and his mind was completely consumed by her power. When it was over, Tom felt both exhilarated and exhausted.
He knew that he had found what he had been searching for all along: a woman who could dominate him and fulfill his deepest desires. And as Sarah smiled down at him, pleased with the way he had submitted to her, he knew that he would do anything to please her and earn her approval.

I Want To Be Your Good Little Slut [MF] [M40+] [F35] [MDom] [FSub] [BDSM] [Praise] [Good Girl] [Dirty Talk] [Teasing] [Gentle to Rough] [Cowgirl] [Spanking] [Choking] [Creampie] [Aftercare]

“Mmm. Even when you’re asleep your pussy craves me. What a good little slut.”

Those are the words you moan into my ear as I wake up stuffed full of your cock.

I don’t know how long you’d been teasing me while I slept. It must have been awhile because I’m already so close to cumming. I’m on my side, you’re laying behind me with your arms wrapped around my torso. I’m pinned to your chest and your cock is buried in my pussy. I push my hips back in to you, trying to make you thrust faster. You grip me tightly and push your cock deep. I whimper as you spread me wide. I need to cum so badly.

“If you want to cum, you’re going to have to work for it. Show me what a good girl you can be for me…”

As you say this one of your hands moves down my stomach and between my legs to rub my clit. I wantonly start to grind against you, humping your cock like the greedy slut I am. My pussy clenches and I gush around your cock. You groan your approval as you kiss and bite my neck. Your fingers gently tease my clit as I ride out my orgasm. Read more »

Rock Wall [M46/F31/F24] [MFF] [FF] [BDSM]

Ellen came down the wall after climbing the course she’d designed and set on it. Indoor was no replacement for the complexity that nature carved into outdoor cliffs, but she felt satisfied she’d set a satisfying course. She liked working at this indoor gym because it had a chimney, not just two angled or opposing walls but a full opening in the wall for her to play with. She’d put a chock in that would require some clever work to get over. There were a few months before real climbing season began, and she was already well on her way to peak shape.

She was massaging her forearms when she saw the two of them enter the gym. A young woman, petite, looking around herself in startled curiosity, and an older man, looking at the people rather than the place. Ellen walked slowly towards them, her attention captured by the girl. She had startlingly big eyes that might have made her look vulnerable except for the intensity of the blue in them, and was truly small, perhaps breaking five foot, perhaps not. She was wearing leggings and a tank top, and her red-blonde hair was straight and silky to her shoulders. Her body curves interswerved with muscles, a small waist but irrepressibly wide hips and the tank-top and sports bra underneath were doing heroic work constraining her breasts. She stood like she had no awareness of anyone else looking at her, or wanting to look at her, but Ellen was not the only eye drawn to her. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 6, Part 5 – Stacey [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [Spanking] [Uncomfrotable territory] [BDSM][Dubcon][Good-Feel sex] [Plot heavy]

**Stacey**

Seeing Jenine’s ghastly, bloodied, scarred face seemed to confirm that the senator’s self-sacrifice was not far-sighted, her sudden escape belied her supposed bravery, and that she was constantly scouting nearby, did not bode well for her freedom from obsessions. Plus, it startled a naked inmate with a collar chained to a wing desk in Shawn’s tent.

I had to change my opinion. Deborah put the cell phone to my ear and started the video. Jenine may not have believed in her ability to make it far from here, but at the same time, she learned something that we could use to torment our tormentors. What else would I be here for but to do her bidding?

It was clear to Deborah that when the Heirs saw her enter the tent, she had to wait for Shawn, but maybe that also meant she was ready for him.

“Good evening ma’am.” He greeted her from the darkness outside, and when he stopped, his face was only half-lit by the lamp inside. “You should know about the traitors in our expedition…” Deborah addressed him familiarly. I could hear the urgency but not the politeness. “Have Foster and Nadella woken up yet?” Read more »

An Impromptu Date with an Influencer Ends in A Mess, In More Ways Than One [MF] Part 1

“What about that one? Lay or nay?” Alex points toward a table near the far end of the dining room. Seated at the worst table in the restaurant was a redhead with freckles peppered over her cheeks, wearing a pleated dress that hugged her curves and plunged at the neckline. Her hair looked expensive under the flattering yellow lighting, flowing into curls that must’ve taken hours at the salon.Her date, however, was painfully less prepared.

“You mean the guy in the pink polo, right?” I clarify, to which Alex nods. On top of his bold choice to pair a pink polo t-shirt with a reversed baseball cap, Mr. Pink Polo had the indignity of making a last-minute reservation, on Valentine’s Day, at one of the hottest spots in town. This left him and his date seated next to the kitchen door – giving them front-row seats to Chef Duffy’s curse-laden tirades every time the door swung open. “It’s fucking raw”, he’d scream in what was a terrible Gordon Ramsay tribute. He wasn’t that good a cook. He wasn’t even British.