The Teacher Returns Part 1 [M57/F35/M35][BDSM][Humiliation][Degradation][Extreme][Cuckold][Bi][May not be humanly possible]

The hard tiles are cold against your face as you lay on the floor of what was once your man cave and is now The Teacher’s fuck room. Brightly lit, with a tile floor and walls and a large drain in the middle of the floor, you appreciate the ease of cleanup. There are rings and hooks on the floors and walls. There are some pieces of “furniture” like a saw horse, a bondage frame, and a rack of toys like whips, chains, and dildos. A garden hose reel is mounted on one wall. There is a contraption mounted to the ceiling that your wife won’t tell you about. You asked the installer what it was, but he just laughed and sprayed his cum all over your face.

Of course, you aren’t thinking about any of that now. You are face down on the cold tile. Your wrists and ankles are chained to rings in the floor, your wrists together and stretched out in front of you and your ankles spread wide. Your hips are over a low wooden bench, lifting them so your ass is up in the air. Your cage, still locked from when The Teacher put it on you weeks ago, is also chained to the floor and pulls with every motion of your body.

Make Me [TW: CNC][Bondage][Rough][Brat][M/F]

“Make me,” Stasia told her boyfriend, lifting her nose up slightly in defiance, after he asked her to fuck him.

His eyes had turned dark at those words, and the predatory way he looked at her sent tingles between her thighs. “You know I will.” Quinn approached her with slow, purposeful steps, uncuffing the sleeves of his shirt. “And you’re going to love everything I do to you.”

Stasia backed away from him, her heart thundering with anticipation. “No. I won’t let you touch me.” His responding chuckle caused her to bite her lower lip, and her back smacked into a wall behind her. Quinn had her cornered.

“You know what to say to stop me. Unless you say that word, I’m going to be fucking that sexy little body of yours until you can’t walk straight for the next week.” Shit, he knew exactly what to say to cause a puddle between her legs. With his sleeves now rolled up, he made sure he was right in front of her before grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. “But go ahead. Tell me no. Fight me. You know making me have to restrain you only gets me harder. So, are you sure you want to keep being a little brat?”

Her first spanking

It seemed appropriate that my first story shared an reddit would be one about firsts. Enjoy :)
—–
Getting spanked was Tamara’s deepest sexual fantasy. It was also her biggest secret. She had never told anyone about it, not even her ex-boyfriends.

She wasn’t afraid that people might find her weird or think her fantasy was inappropriate; she just feared that she’d never be able to fully explain how deep-seated this fantasy was.

It wasn’t just a kinky act she desired, like being tied up or blind-folded. It was nearly her only source of arousal. Tamara had sex before of course, but even then she’d never felt as turned on as when she fantasized about being spanked.

At times when she wasn’t single, Tamara often preferred reading stories about spankings over sleeping with her boyfriend. She’d read all the books she could find and when watching porn on her laptop, spanking was always the subject.

When she was single and home alone, she’d experimented by spanking herself with her hairbrush. This turned her on more than being with a man.

So how could she explain this to a potential partner, let alone her friends? How would they understand that rather than having sex, she’d prefer to just get a spanking?

You Weekend (Ff, bondage)

Still just getting started, would appreciate feedback!

** All characters are 18+ and consenting. **

When we first bought this house, we asked the seller what they were for. In the unfinished basement, large metal hooks hung screwed into the ceiling in regular intervals along the beams. The seller said that a past owner had used it as a workshop and stored tools on them. We both wondered what kind of workshop it was… because we had other ideas for those ceiling hooks.

It’s a you weekend, the last weekend of the month. Each month on this weekend, you are in complete control from the moment we get off work on Friday afternoon to 7:00pm on Sunday night (so we have time to get ready for the workweek ahead). You decide what we will do – and who, what, when, and where I will do and be done. You choose my clothes, my bedtime, my meals – I give you everything. The only way out is to safeword.

I got too good at being a very good girl [FM]

*This is a weirdly emotional story for me. When we were friends years later our sex stories would occasionally bob below the surface and this is the story he’d casually throw out because it “freaked him out.*

Idk man, rough sex is weird. When you’re getting punished at first it seems impossible to master but after a while you start to understand your partner.

*If you get off on giving pleasure, you get really good at sub-ing pretty quickly.*

When it first started it felt like everything I did was “wrong.” I’d get punished for not looking him in the eye, for taking his dick too quickly, for not taking his dick fast enough, and for climaxing too fast. God forbid I had a look of enjoyment and didn’t come at his command.

But… Like most physical and mental exercises, practice helps.

So to his credit, he was very good at giving praise. That’s the shit I get off to and craved every fucking moment. That’s what drove me to crazy physical depths.

He hated bondage because he *wanted* to see me obey. He got off to it.

My wife gave me a blowjob while I was talking to her sister [MFF]

I have been with my wife since we were kids. So I’m very close to her family. She has 2 younger sisters, and they talk all the time. About everything, I mean like everything. One night they were out drinking together and when I picked her up from the bar she was telling me how her sister’s husband just got into bondage and they spent they tax returns on a crap ton of specialized toys… So yeah they were super open about that kinda stuff.
While we weren’t into bondage, my wife is not without her kinks. She gets off on fooling around in dangerous situation. Like sex in public places and stuff. She loves the thrill of maybe being caught.
Well one day her sister calls up on a video call and she said she had to run to the bathroom and asks if I could grab it. So I’m talking to the sister while we wait for her, when my wife come out of the bathroom signaling that I shouldn’t say anything. She walks over to the chair in front of me and lifts her sundress to show me she isn’t wearing any panties. She sits down, spreads her legs and starts masturbating in front of me. Fingers deep inside while she gets all wet and creamy and tastes herself. All while I’m trying to hold a conversation lol. Her sister was telling me about her recent vacation (I think) while I just gave her a lot of “yeah” “uh huh” “oh wow”. Once I was thoroughly turned on my wife crawled over to the couch and undid my pants and wrapped her lips around my dick. She gave me an incredible blowjob while I poorly tried to pay attention to the conversation. Eventually I finished in my wife’s mouth and had to tell her sister it was a back spasm.
My wife hopped right on the phone to save me, “Sorry I was finishing up the cinnamon rolls for dessert.” Her sister said “Yeah looks like you still got some frosting on your mouth” as my wife wiped the cum off her lip and sucked it off her finger. “Yeah I couldn’t help myself, they are so hot and sticky”
The next time her sister was over our place my wife couldn’t help herself and told her what happened. “Ohhhh well that explains it hahaha you weren’t bored that was just your O Face hahahaha. ”

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:

—–

*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:*

Her New Room, Part 3 (femdom) (bdsm) (real) (f34/m41)

She could have done anything in that room they built. The last time he saw it, it was a very empty, very quiet space. He loved her and trusted her so much, he never even asked a question. Thirty days ago, She made this her passion project and asked him to please not look at the bank account during the next month because she wanted everything to be a surprise. He followed her orders as he always did with the one exception being when the bank called to verify a $4,000 charge by a company who touted themselves online as “the worlds foremost company in building inescapable prison cells.” That day, he gave the bank the thumbs up before going into the bathroom to make himself cum at the thought of what exactly she was working on down there. Now his mind flashed to the fact that he would have to tell her that he came that day at some point, and probably be punished severely- he never came without her permission, and if he did, he was supposed to immediately tell her about it and exactly what he thought about while he did. At least now that wouldn’t be an issue, he was reminded of it as he felt his cock attempt to swell again before being met with a lot of resistance. The clock seemed to stand still. Two meetings and a lunch now down, he headed into a 1pm board meeting with so much on his mind. He knew it was scheduled until 3pm and that’s when She said to expect a message. He cleared his mind and walked into a meeting, but as he slipped his phone into his pocket, he felt the cold steel and his mind drifted once again.

random train encounter [MF] [M23] [F35] [bdsm] [ds] [femdom]

“Well, that was not a smart idea” – the little voice inside my head. The train was already going for over 3 hours. The landscape is quite hilly but also rather bleak – no leaves, just empty trees. The whole journey would have only been about an hour by car but i really don’t want one and i don’t like asking people for help.At the 20th stop or so, the doors open and i don’t expect anyone to step inside the train – just like the 19 stops before. But to a little surprise this lady limbs into the train, smiles at me and takes a seat at a polite distance. Polite as in an empty train-polite. We both sit and stare out the window. She is about 35, has shoulder long black curly hair, rather small, quite thin and oldish clothes but quite clean.

I fucked my roommate

Chris moved in about 6 months ago. He was a friend of a
friend. He was looking for a place and I had a room not being used and thought,
what the hell. He is a cool guy and the girls like him. Could be fun.

Well, he moved in and all is well. Just like I expected.
Easy going, keeps clean, a blast to hang out with, and he brings his share of
girls with friends to the house. so, all in all. A great roommate.

In the last 6 months or so. I really didn’t see the signs
till it happened. I guess my mind was not there and never would have thought.

Here is this guy, short spiked hair, tats, always rocks the
over 5 o’clock shadow sometimes full goatee, rides a Harley, etc etc. You
normal mans man on the outside.

Looking back now I should have saw it. But never put it all
together. Every time I have ever come home early from something, I would see
little hints.