Tag: Bondage

[MF] How my wife transformed from a low libido stay-at-home mom into a submissive cum slut and I from a passive nerdy dad into an assertive dom. [Part 3 of 3]

Link to [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/119hka9/mf_how_my_wife_transformed_from_a_low_libido/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)

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The next several days were like a symphony. Each melody, each note, each piece of our relationship and newly adventurous sex life, weaved themselves together into a swelling composition; beautiful, emotional, and building to crescendo. Nerd that I am, I spent chunks of my work days researching my wife’s newly discovered kinks. Reading about dominance and submission, bondage and praise, and brushing up on my boy scout skills – which now had a much more practical purpose – by practicing tying knots. She continued chatting with various redditors, both men and women. Her bicuriosity had manifested itself long before the evolution of our bedroom; in fact, it had become apparent even before we took the initial baby steps in repairing our sexual relationship. With her confidence on the rise and my support and encouragement, she had found a means to begin exploring it – and after several extremely fulfilling chats, we laughed together that perhaps she had graduated past mere curiosity. I watched her and held her at every opportunity, full with contentment and pride as she explored and bolstered her rediscovered confidence and reclaimed her sexual empowerment. Read more »

Unknown Things Lurking in the Water Part 2 [F18-19/M+ 18-55] [Alien][ScFi][Bondage][Exhib][Anal][mc]

*Part 1 in post history*

Katie’s back arched as the thing grew and swell inside her ass. She felt violated in the most intense and pleasurable ways, mentally, emotionally and physically. What really drove her wild was the way this thing somehow knew her so intimately. The way it was somehow able to read and understand her. Knowing how shamefully enjoyable anal had become for her. The fantasies it brought to life in her manic fever dream were drawn from her own fantasies, enhanced and crafted in such rich detail she felt like she was actually living them.

It wasn’t fucking her in the sense she was used to. Violating her, certainly, as the appendage penetrated and swelled inside her. Strangely it didn’t thrust or really move beyond growing, it just provided such an intense feeling and pleasure. It was like an out of body experience, she was both fully immersed in the fantasy world it was conjuring and fully aware that nothing was real and that she was fully bound and violated in this thing’s grasp. But it was real or so it seemed. In this particular moment she felt like she was actually back at campus, late on Friday night at one of the frat houses that lined the block. She could feel the cool air, could feel herself wearing a short mini skirt and crop top that left her exposed to the cold. She shivered and felt goosebumps. She could hear the music blasting as she came into the door, feel the presence and warmth of all the bodies crowded into the space. She could taste the stale beer offered to her, the familiar burn of the vodka shots. Read more »

Alice’s Wonderland: Chapter 4: Breakfast [F/M 20s, femdom]

“And skip breakfast tomorrow, for reasons!” Alice’s words still echoed in my head as I found myself in front of Wonderland once again. I was rather hungry, as I usually don’t skip breakfast… but I also knew that going against Alice’s wishes would not be beneficial for me or my keys…

I entered the store. Alice perked up. “There you, are!” she said. “I was beginning to think you passed out from hunger on the way here!”

“Hunger, or anxiety,” I replied. “You haven’t even told me why I had to skip breakfast.”

“I did, actually. I clearly remember saying it was for reasons,” Alice said, jokingly. Her tone became more flirty as she continued, “I also recall saying I was going to unlock you today…” Alice’s finger lifted her necklace again to provide visual confirmation of my chastity key still being there.

“So, what’s the training task today?” I asked. Given the intensity of the dolly training, I could only imagine what she had in store for me today… Read more »

I interviewed my husband about our sex life [FM]

V: Alright. Let’s do this.

H: Ok.

V: How do we know each other? Or rather, what are we to each other?

H: You’re my wife… And best friend.

V: That’s a good start. Are we in love?

H: [Laughs] Oh, you’re being serious?

V: Not all married couples are.

H: Yeah you’re the ole ball and chain… Yes V, we’re in love. Very much so.

V: How often do we have sex?

H: It depends. Every other day or so.

V: How is it?

H: You know it’s great. Stop.

V: What do you think about me being Viola?

H: I don’t think about it much, honestly. Sometimes you tell a story about it and it’s weird you have “fans.” I actually didn’t realize how many people read your stories until you put together that thing for your agent, but it doesn’t surprise me. You don’t really do things you’re bad at.

V: I’m bad at plenty of things.

H: I said you don’t do things you’re bad at, V. You just avoid things you don’t kick ass at. Read more »

M4F Unknown Things Lurking in the Water [F18-19] [Alien][ScFi][Bondage][Exhib][Anal][mc]

Katie walked down the trail behind their house, the one that lead you back to a small pond fed by an icy stream. On a hot day like this it was heaven to dip into the cool water; to lay out on the large rock in the middle and feel the sun on your bare skin. It was a long walk back, probably the reason why no one visited or simply didn’t know. She had on a pair of cut off shorts and one of her dad’s old flannels that was too big on her. The 19-year-old was enjoying the summer break and her newfound thrill of skinny dipping at her little pond. She was a petite girl; athletic and fit with gorgeous small and perky breasts. Her ass was well sculpted from the squat rack, and she was thick in just the right spots.

She finally reached the open meadow, the sun beating down on the soft grass and open water. She found her spot at the edge, taking a quick pause to see if she could hear or see anyone around. Satisfied, she kicked off her shoes and socks, unbuttoned her shorts and peeled off her shorts and panties. She had already unbuttoned the shirt halfway down the trail and shrugged it off her shoulders. She loved the thrill of being completely exposed and nude, the feel of the grass and pine needles under her feet as she walked to the edge of the water. Read more »

Bad Day/Good Night [M25/F25], [BDSM], [Dom/Sub], [Primal], [Biting/Bondage]

They always say not to go to bed angry, but it can’t always be helped. This wasn’t a particularly big argument. Not even an argument I would say, more just one of those days where you’re irritated with each other for no tangible reason. It was a bad day mentally for me, and I shut him out. I know I shouldn’t, I know it’s something to work on, but I can’t win every day, and I don’t expect him to just accept it and take it with a smile.

As we said good night, we rolled our backs to each other (typical ‘I’m mad at you’ position). But no matter what happened during the day, during the night we would always curl into each other. This night was no different. I, being a light sleeper, woke up with his arms around my stomach, his body pressed flush with my back. As I tried to wiggle back into sleep, I heard him groan, and something prodding my ass. Let me rephrase that; it wasn’t a groan; it was a moan. I giggled, softly trying not to wake him, but it seemed that ship had sailed. My wiggling caused him to hold me tighter, burying his face in my neck, and when I giggled, he began lightly thrusting from behind. Read more »

Fine Print [M40s/F23(softly F30s/F23)][Exhibition][Public Humiliation][Public Nudity][Free-Use][Mdom/Fsub][Fdom/Fsub]

The ‘uniform’ hung in front of her, barely less fabric than her bikini in senior year. It was nothing like what the other maids she saw on site had – the denim-blue shapeless dress or button-down and matching pants, combined with a thick linen apron, gloves and a variety of shoes definitely not stipulated by the contract.

 

Not like her uniform, where whoever designed it clearly forgot that clothing was supposed to be covering the body. The lace-decorated stilettos were worrisome enough already, since she wasn’t sure how she’d be able to walk in this set. The white garter belt and stockings, sheer to the point of being more bits of lace attached to pearlescent tissue, were not much better, but that was nothing compared to the actual ‘uniform’ portion of the outfit.

 

There in front of her hung an apron, sheer enough where she could see the hanger and wall behind the fabric. The thing would barely cover from her nipples to her thighs, and certainly did not cover anything beyond the square right in front of her. It wouldn’t be so bad though if there was anything else to go with it. Read more »

Tying up my wife’s friend [BDSM/Bondage]

*Richard gets a chance to get back at his wife Jane’s snarky friend Charlotte when Jane asks him to tie her friend up. But it is just the beginning of their little erotic afternoon. Full story on Amazon here:* [*https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BW6FXPL2*](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BW6FXPL2)

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I pull out the chair and gesture for Charlotte to sit as if I was a waiter at a fancy restaurant. Charlotte’s high heels click loudly on the wooden floor as she strides toward the chair and sits down.

“If you would kindly place your hands behind the backrest, Charlotte,” I say, sounding as polite as I am capable of. I can smell her expensive perfume as I kneel behind her. Her wrists are slender, as are her hands, and I make sure to add a few extra loops and knots to ensure that she will not be able to escape. Her glittering gold watch and bracelets are visible between the white coils. Her wrists are crossed, and even now, I know that she has no chance of escape. This is a solid, efficient tie, and I feel a pleasant tingle down my spine as I look at her hands open and close. Read more »

The Prisoner: Part 2: Dinner With the Enemy [FFM 20s-30s] [Orc] [Fantasy] [Fdom/Msub] [Bondage] [NonCon] [Breeding] [Long]

**Part 2: Dinner With the Enemy**
Varden awoke on his back, arms above his head, on the rug of the command tent. He glanced down, expecting to find himself covered in bruises. Instead, he was covered by a thin blanket, woven of some soft material.

The act of lifting his head and looking down sent splitting pain through his head. Gods, that powder. What had it done to him?

“Ah! You’re finally awake. Splendid,” a woman’s voice announced beside him.

He craned his neck, seeing Lorel lounging on a large dining chair at the head of her oak table. A spread of food was placed before her, the delicious smells wafting his direction. His stomach grumbled; he hadn’t eaten in… Wait, how long had it been?

Lorel was dressed, thankfully. She wore a pair of high leather boots, soft looking pants, and an elaborate tunic of silk, some kind of woolen shirt peeking out beneath the sleeves. She looked comfortable, like a human noble might, though far more casual.

“How long did I sleep?” he croaked. His throat was raw.

“Oh, twelve, fourteen hours,” she responded in a nonchalant tone. “It’s supper time. Hungry?” Read more »

“Breathe for Daddy.”

Your cock is throbbing-hard as you force yourself into me again, jerking my whole body. Your pace is slow and so deliberate, strong and almost shocks me each time.

We’ve been fucking for the whole afternoon. I’ve taken your pounding cock so many ways, I’m exhausted and sore… how are you still going?

It’s been a long, rough session. My skin is swollen, tits red and bouncing with your hard thrusts. You pause.

Your hands touching, running over me feel a little bit painful but hot-sting soothing on my welts.

After a minute of you caressing me nicely, my body relaxes, trusting that your slapping, twisting, pinching, biting is over for now.

My body is begging for your kindness. It needs rubs and pleasure, Daddy. Please. Enough hard love for just a minute. I squirm under your palms, flattened on my tummy.

“Mmm good girl… Daddy will make you feel nice. Do you want that, babygirl?”

I can’t help but smile, eyes closed as I exhale deep, nodding. Read more »