Taming the beast [f] [Self-Bondage] [Intense] [SPOILER: Gone wrong]

I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, smirking as I saw the note I’d posted on the wall opposite to the entrance.

“All tied up in the livingroom. Come play with me <3”

I’ve been doing this for about last week now, leavingthe front door unlocked, locking all m valuables in a safe, then sleeping on the couch in my livingroom, all tied up and helpless. Still, the excitement that someone may come in is just as exhilarating as the last time. I found myself fantasising about it while I was brushing my teeth. Who might found me, what they might do to me, what they might make me do…

My brain of thought derailed as I poked the back of my that with the toothbrush, causing me to gag. It yanked me out of my fantasies, asunder sighed. Don’t judge me, it’s not like I actually would’ve wanted any of that to happen. That’s a very dangerous situation for me, despite my menacing physique. When you’re tied on your hands and knees, it basically doesn’t matter how strong you are. I rinsed the toothbrush, and headed into the livingroom, where my “bed” was waiting.

The Laura Effect [FF, Fdom, Humil] (Part 3 of 5)

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The following day I overslept and was almost late for my second interview with Laura. When I got there I was pleased to find that the session was to be monitored by a different warder which saved any embarrassment.

I gathered my papers together and waited for Laura to be escorted in and it was a further relief to see that she was dressed far more soberly than before. I hoped that the rigors of incarceration were finally coming home to her as it was more likely to make her cooperative.

Her school record indicated an aptitude for math and intelligence tests suggested that she had well developed problem solving skills. She could be well spoken when she wanted to, as evidenced by her trial, but usually chose to express herself in street argot.

One of the companies offering training places under the rehabilitation scheme was a large firm of Loss Adjusters. Personally I had my doubts about their motives, their chairman being pretty tight with high placed members of the government, but mine was not to reason why.

The experience of being [m]ummified by my [f]ormer partner and domme

Recently I’ve been reflecting on a few of the kinkier and more depraved experiences I’ve been lucky to have in my 24 years kicking about. As a lover of bdsm and bondage – and in particular, quite intense bondage – being mummified and teased by someone else is one of those experiences I’d jump at to experience again.

It’d been something I’d fantasised about for a long time before I tried it, and the reality well and truly lives up to the fantasy. You start with such nervous excitement, stripped down to nothing and being wrapped slowly and attentively by your domme. It’s intimate, and even quite fun watching them circle around you with a predatory but cheeky glint in their eyes, fussing and smoothing out the imperfections in the wrapping as they go along.

But eventually, you start to lose control – first it’s your legs, and then your arms as they’re bound crossed across your chest. The layers that were at first paper-thin are now firm to your testing movements. Indeed, those testing movements make you realise that you can’t even balance properly with your arms pinned as they are, albeit gently. This is your first indication that you’re well and truly coming under your dome’s control.

I [F] am denying my husband [M] any orgasms as a reward and documenting it – Part 1.

We recently discovered Tease and Denial. And this is a series on our T&D adventures.

Me and my husband are constantly exploring and looking for new ways to spice up our sex life. My husband did a bondage session inspired by r/femaleorgasmdenial and boy did I enjoy that ride. I was tied up, at one point hogtied and he denied me even when I cried and screamed for it. When he finally allowed me to cum at last, I came so hard I was jittery for the next full 15 minutes. Don’t think I ever came that hard and it was so fucking good. So I thought I’d return the favor but then decided, wait, if I am going to T&D him, I could add in some good torture too. So instead of doing it one day, I am going in for 4 days.

Which means, for the next four days starting today, he is not allowed to cum while fucking me, playing with me or masturbate. A blanket ban on orgasms. I’m gonna tease him couple of times everyday and deny him the sweet release until the very last day. We usually fuck once or twice on every other day, and when we are not fucking each other we rely porn (and Reddit) so it’s gonna be extremely hard for him but, I am the master now.

TANGLED – MF – [bondage][Mdom][Voyeur][orgy][denial][toys]

“Oh my God!” you gasp breathlessly, spotting the particularly beautiful envelope and package at your front door, your clearly inscribed on its front.

Quickly you bend down and scoop up your prize, holding it firmly to your chest.

Nothing interesting like this had ever come to your doorstep, especially given it was addressed to you.

Your eyes scan for any clue of the person who may have dropped it here. Seeing nothing, you quickly shut the front door, eyes looking down at the mystery package, as your body slumps against the heavy door.

Your hands tremble as you roll the exquisite mulberry envelope in your hands. Thin veins of teal and gold run through the paper, reflecting the sunlight, bouncing off the sandstone coloured surface. Your heart skips a little as you breathe in deeply, your nose picking up the faintest hint of tangerine, ylang-ylang and sandalwood. These organic smells immediately conjuring up erotic images of long nights and days of passion, lust and sexual exploration. Only one person you knew of would go to such fine lengths in detail, the exquisiteness even out of the reaches of your finer wedding invitations. Your heart races as you gently finger the turquoise wax seal at the opening of the ornate envelope.

Pigtails and Parties [M/F][Throat Fucked]

No one would expect First Lady Charlotte Donahue to be the master mind behind this amazing kink and fetish ball. Her high society persona made her seem quiet, elegant, and sophisticated. However, not many people knew that Charlotte wasn’t born into high society or to the title First Lady of the Donahue Family. She hadn’t always been apart of the old money family.

But this ball was too extravagant to not be fund by some old money. The whole event was being held in a grand ballroom, which was filled with all kinds of sexy equipment. Charlotte had overseen all of the planning for this party and had made sure that her favorite kinks and fetishes were included. There was a wall of animal ears for party guests to choose from, each pair of ears was also paired with a matching tail butt plug. Charlotte loved seeing her guests trying the cute accessories that turned them into fluffy slutty pets. A couple of her guest were already walking around on their hands and knees by their dominant partner and a leash around their neck.

[Femdom/msub, light bondage, exh/voy, couple] The Switch Up

“You are so fucking sexy.”

“Quiet!” she yells.

I smirk a little and do what she says. I love when my girl is on her dominatrix shit, it’s so goddamn hot. Tonight, she’s wearing a full set of lingerie that I bought for her and she looks so good in it. A red gartered bustier, crotchless panties, black stockings, and red bottom heels. I can’t see her because she has me blindfolded at the moment, but my cock is so hard right now just thinking about it.

My girlfriend is usually my cute little “subbie” kitten, but every once in awhile she gets in the mood to dominate me, so of course, I let her. It’s honestly a really sexy side of her that I wish came out more often. I feel her climb on top of me and straddle me. Her pussy is so wet right now, I love this feeling. She rips the blindfold off of my face so I can see her.

“How does it feel to be so beneath me?” My girlfriend asks rhetorically.

She has my arms are tied down with the straps attached to our bed. She starts grinding her pussy on my cock.

Nobody told Kristi about this planet’s taboo against bathing alone… [Frobot] [sci-fi] [bondage] [forced orgasm] [tentacles]

“What the fuck are you?!” Kristi exclaimed.

It was her first night after landing at the consular mission, and after a long day of settling in, going through the ridiculous rituals involved with meeting all the alien dignitaries, laying prostrate before the windbag of an UN ambassador with his beady little eyes while he reminded her of her low rank in a low ranking department on a low ranking planet, and choking on the noxious saccharine sweet shit they called atmosphere on this continent, Kristi was desperate, like fucking angrily, on-the-verge-of-a-breakdown, crazily desperate for some time with nobody else around. Nobody to ask her anything. Nobody to imply that she needed to do something but couldn’t be fucked to ask it. Nobody to test her mettle as a fledgling first-year xeno-cultural attache officer.

She’d just peeled out of her uniform-slash-envirosuit, and she needed this fucking bath, and her bath did not fucking need this, whatever the fuck floating pink octopus bullshit thing was. It wasn’t one of the aliens, she knew that, it looked nothing like their hulking, furred massive bodies, or any of the various pets they kept.

Also, well, it was floating, which was weird.

Nothing But Holes [M/F, Anal, BD, DS, Oral, Short]

I’m exhausted, but I feel like it’s cleared my head to focus on a single task, a single feeling. I’m stressed, and I don’t want to think about anything else—just zero in on sensation and let the rest get fucked away for a while.

I’m fantasizing about being tied with rope, my arms behind my back so my breasts are pushed out. I feel the rope wrap around my body, caging my tits and circling my delicate neck, rendering me helpless. I’m on my knees and he holds the excess rope like a leash, pulling my mouth onto his cock, telling me not to think about anything but how it feels going in and out of my throat.

When he’s satisfied with my mouth, he pulls me up by my hair. He pushes me face down and binds me to the bed by my ankles, my legs spread wide, putting my dripping pussy and tight little asshole on display, just waiting to be used.

[MF, Bondage, Pain, Humiliation, Rape] Pushing Her Safe Word

She told me her safe word when we first met. She said it was only smart to have one, you *had* to have one, but she doubted she’d ever have to use it with me. She knew I wasn’t into gross shit like, well, shit – or piss or blood or anything along those lines. She also knew I didn’t want to damage her. And allegedly those were her only boundaries.

I planned to see how true that was.

*

She left the shower in only a towel, and entered the room.

I had waited so many times for her in this spot. When was she going to figure out if I didn’t join here in the shower, and make here suck my dick or wash me off or force her into providing *something* for me, then I would certainly be waiting outside the door to take *something* from her?

*

I was naked and waiting basically behind the door, not really hiding but she wouldn’t see me till it was too late.