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A New Addiction [MF] [bd] [drugs] [Mdom] [nc]

Chloe usually knew better than to be walking home alone, this late at night. The alcohol buzzing in her veins made her blissfully unaware. She’d stayed late at the party, drinking and dancing the night away. Now it was time to get home.

It was only a short walk. A few blocks. It shouldn’t have been any big deal. She shivered slightly, wishing she had thought to bring a jacket to protect against the cold wind. Her jeans and black shirt did little to stop the frosty bite.

She made it over half the way home before she noticed the van. It was creeping along slowly behind her, as if watching and waiting. Still, she didn’t pay it much attention. There wasn’t much traffic at all this late at night, but she didn’t see any danger in it.

It was only when the van accelerated and pulled it beside her that a distant part of her brain began to sound an alarm. She glanced over, watching the van as she began to walk faster. The van kept pace with her, right alongside her. Read more »

Organized a rough gangbang for my submissive gf [Group]

My SO and I have been together for over a decade, but only started experimenting with “swinging” and “hotwifing” for the past couple of years. We’re presently in our late 30s and the story below happened early Summer 2018 and was put together from a combination of sporadic Sony handycam footage and various cell phone video shot by myself and the other guys involved, and our own recollections of how things went down.

To give you a visual reference for what she looks like; she’s tiny, barely five feet tall and about 100 lbs. Red hair, fair skin, perky tits and ass…and she’s insanely tight. Think Amy Adams but with T/A like a porn star.

I vetted the guys from various sub-Reddits like r/wouldyoufuckmywife, r/slutwife. All she wanted to know about them was what they looked like, but other than that she wanted them to be complete strangers, as being used by a group of strange men she doesn’t know is one of her biggest fantasies. I liked this arrangement, as it made it easier for them to see her as a sex object and not worry too much about being rough with her, which was another requirement. Read more »

The Therapist (Older Man, Younger Woman, Bondage, Spanking, Oral, Etc.)

*[TW: This is an original fictional erotic story that contains depictions of medical misconduct and manipulation. If those subjects may be harmful to you, please do not read. Originally posted on my Fetlife profile – username: sweetsillysubby]*

I sat down on the firm on the firm white couch. My skirt rode up, revealing the tops of my stockings and their attached garters. I shifted slightly and adjusted my skirt, pulling it up to reveal more of the garters. I was quite a few sessions into my current round of therapy.

I’ve been seeing this therapist for weeks now and, honestly, I’m completely infatuated with him. I noticed how handsome he was in our first session. I saw his big hands and imagined them wrapped around my throat or lighting up my ass with bright red handprints. I wanted him to degrade me in disgusting, horrible ways! Every session, my brain played a supercut of every filthy fantasy I’d ever had, now featuring my doctor in a starring role. Read more »

The Alice and Clark show (Part 3) [3rd Person] [MF] [Audience] [Bondage] [Fiction]

With the added liquid courage, Alice walks on to the stage alongside Clark. A bed, covered in dark, flowy sheets is placed at the center of the stage, and a small nightstand is placed next to it. Cameras are installed facing different angles of the bed, three on tripods and one on the ceiling. A producer sits at the back of the arena, controlling the show on large LED flat screens to give the audience views they don’t have from their seats.

Bright lights shine on them, and they both blink, adjusting their vision. The club’s lounge is dark, only slightly lit by soft, LED strip lights on the walls, and warm, contemporary-style disk lights hang from the ceiling.

The audience is seated on royal blue velvet lounge booths that are lined up against the wall, and some are sitting around round dining tables that are scattered around the room, surrounding the stage. In the far back of the room, the club’s bar is lively, with a few of the club patrons ordering drinks before they finally take a seat. Read more »

The Alice and Clark show (Part 2) [3rd Person] [MF] [Audience] [Bondage] [Fiction]

Friday night has arrived. It was three of the most intensely torturous days of Alice’s life. She is still left in the dark regarding the specificities of the show she’s going to perform, and will never know until she gets on the stage tonight. Also, the explicit rule Drew established in which she wasn’t allowed to even touch herself since he told her about the event. The combination of the two has been eating her up inside.

Drew opens the dressing room door, leading Alice in. She’s still wearing her office clothes from work, her breath is uneven. She strides into the room, plopping herself onto the dark blue velvet couch, setting down her small overnight bag that she had packed with a change of clothes, her makeup pouch, and a few other essentials.

“I got here as soon as I can. I hope I’m not late.” Her eyes pace around the room. One wall features a long tabletop, the length of the room, with multiple chairs and bright lights and mirrors, as you’d see in any backstage dressing room. The other wall has multiple chairs and couches, soft and fluffy. The room is dark, the motif of deep colors and soft, velvety fabrics. There are a room divider and a door on the opposite end of the entrance to a private shower and bathroom. Read more »

All Tied Up [MDom][FSub][Bondage][Orgasm Denial]

You look at yourself in the mirror. The collar and bindings make it difficult to look anywhere else. I don’t want you trying to look away, even for a second. I want you to drink up the beauty of your bound body.

it’s an art work of control. Ropes bind your ankles to the mahogany legs, before snaking up the frame to lock your back against the upper of the chair. your hands have been bound in front of you, forcing you to push your perky tits together with your upper arms, like an unintentional attempt to impress me with their size.

The stiff leather collar finishes the look, clipped to the chair top to further restrain you. there’s no escape. I even bait you to struggle as I watch over you, but it’s no use. your movements are useless, doing nothing more than leaving purple kisses from the rope burn as you fight against your bonds. you’re my trapped little toy.

I introduce a toy. The vibrator first teases to your clit before being slid inside you. despite your best intentions, being so vulnerable to me has left your clean shaven pussy wet and eager to be played with. Read more »

Stranded [F] [M] [BBW] [bd] [BDSM] [nc]

*Look what I found! An original draft that eventually turned into Dominated part 1…*
*Please lemme know if this version should be explored more…*
~ Jack

A dense fog surrounded her. She slowly awoke from a dim haze, not sure of anything, of where she’s been, even of who she is and especially of where she was. One at a time, she makes note of her sensations. The very first that she feels is an overwhelming sense of being tired. Her muscles ache and she knows not why. She feels a throbbing. Her throat feels hoarse as if she’s been using it for a very long time. She has an overwhelming sense of cottonmouth, her tongue dry like fabric. Breathing is difficult. It’s dark where ever she was. She was seeing no light at all. She feels a strong throbbing. She tries to move in an attempt to become more comfortable. She cannot and winces in pain. She feels an intense throbbing. She then begins to hear a far-off humming, rhythmic, electronic. Not the hum of a TV, but of an AC. Off in the distance coming closer as she regains consciousness. Along with it was a familiar scent tickling her nose. Then it hits her. She ‘had’ lost consciousness. That’s what it must be since it feels more like it than falling to sleep. Searching her shallow memory, she does not remember falling asleep. She still doesn’t remember much of anything, except… She feels an unimaginable throbbing. Read more »

The Alice and Clark show (Part 1) [3rd Person] [MF] [Bondage] [Fiction]

Drew leans forward on his taupe-colored, padded, leather office chair, clicking from email to email, making sure he’s up to date on the office’s happenings. A good day for the company, for sure. New business rolling in and some older clients looking for new services. Being a consulting firm in advanced tech can make for interesting days. But there is still no taking away from the reality though, of it being “the same old,” after years of grinding and building a reputable firm. As he finishes the last new message, Drew leans back in his chair, rubbing his eyes gently, and looks out of his office window to the dark-haired girl sitting in her cubicle from the glass partition of his office. His dark-haired girl; and smiles.

Just as he goes back to his computer, and the work in front of him the sound of the glass door opening breaks his daydreams.

“No knocks?” Drew mocks, jokingly at his friend. He breaks into a smile, “Thanks for coming by.”

“No probs, I was just around the area,” Clark replies as he seats himself on the cube-shaped armchair, facing his good friend. “Look at this place,” he says marveling at the meticulously decorated corner office. Contemporary, sleek, and clean. “Do I need to take my shoes off at the door?” he laughs? Read more »

Threesome with two feminist scientist moms at a Chemistry conference [MFF] (True Story: pre-COVID)

**Part 1:**

Some background first:

I [Dave, 34 M, married to a beautiful young 32 yo, with two kids] am currently a tenured professor at a leading US University in Chemistry. When I was tenure-track and just joined the Uni, an older female professor (let’s call her Christine, the name changed for obvious reasons, 44 yo, mom of 3 kids) became my mentor through the tenure process. Christine was a staunch feminist, outspoken, always taking charge, thought little of men and their dominance in higher education. She was all about ‘women in sciences’ and we became very close based on the fact that I was an active male volunteer in ‘women in science’ initiatives since high school. We exchanged a lot of war stories along the way. Read more »