Tag: Bondage

The Legal Assistant, Part 2 [MF] [Office] [CFNM]

Please see part 1 in my profile.

After returning from cleaning up my semen in the men’s room, I was at least able to buckle down and finish the pleading that was due in time to have it couriered to the court by the next morning. As for Nastya, it was surprisingly not awkward. Perhaps it was the realization that we actually did have some important work to finish that night, or what. I don’t know. By 11:00 PM, Nastya and I said our good nights and headed home without another word about our encounter.

On the subway home, my thoughts and feelings were mixed. If I had wanted to fuck the living daylights out of her before tonight, now I was obsessively intrigued. I wanted and needed more. On the other hand, she was part of my staff. I didn’t think there was a lawyer alive that didn’t worry about a harassment claim. We also had an age gap of about 10 years (she 23, me 33). Not an outrageous gap as if I was old enough to be her father or uncle, but one nevertheless. Speaking of her age, what the hell? How did a 23 year-old become such a seemingly adept dom? Read more »

Royalty Chapter 1 [Bondage][Kidnapping][OC]

**The morning sun beamed through the coffee shop window. My usual cup of orange juice sat to the left of my open book. My fingers instinctively reached out to grab the styrofoam cup to take a sip of the sweet citrusy liquid. Strands of my caramel hair had drifted down to impair my vision causing a sigh to free itself from my lips. I pressed the bridge of my glasses up my nose and pulled back my hair behind my ear before returning to pages of text.**

**The background noise of customers, coming and going with their morning coffees and breakfast treats. Some sat down at one of the many tables in the shop; even fewer came over to hit on me. I kindly disappointed all four guys who thought to ask for my number this morning. I had more than enough things on my mind that adding a relationship to the list wouldn’t be worth the effort. I at least understood why they came over, or at least, I assumed why. I was a pretty brunette sitting alone in the corner reading a fantasy book as my glasses slid down my nose.** Read more »

He ties his assassin up for pleasurable purposes [Mf]

The thin crimson filter of the late evening flowed through the window as I unwrapped my ankle holster, three knives in total and handed over my gun to his goons. I’m ordered to strip down to my lingerie and blindfolded. 

My mission had been simple enough, fly into the Bahamas and take down the notorious drug baron, Sandor Machek. I’d seen pictures and footage of him on the debrief, he was a very young 40 year old man, chiselled jawline and an athletic build, notoriously ruthless, he’d killed his own father to attain power in the region. I admit I’d always had a thing for dangerous men, even the most extreme ones. 

What had seemed so simple quickly got complicated as I slipped up within a few days of arriving in the country.

Sandor got to me first, intercepting me in my hotel room after his men suspected me in the lobby. The following 24 hours had been a blur as I was snook back to his compound and kept in a tight concrete cell. But, inevitably the time came for questioning and answers, little did I know I was going to face a few more disturbing questions about what I really wanted from the trip. Read more »

Two friends, tease (my first post)

Studio apartments are notoriously difficult to entertain in, yet here we are. He is lying across the top of the bed, comfortable in his own home. Yet, I shift from foot to foot deciding my position here. I crawl onto the corner of the bed, kneeling like a prairie dog surveying the land.

He rolls over and starts teasing me, trying to push my buttons, trying to make me laugh. I can’t help but smile and throw a pillow at his chest. With a smirk on his face he catches it rolling off the bed. He stalks around to my side, all the while looking at me like I am a piece of meat. Neither of us say a word. I stare back at him until he comes behind me and I can barely see him from the corner of my eye.

He leans down over me, head between my shoulder blades, exhaling down my back. I lean forward just enough that he is able to reach both of his hands onto the bed around me. I can feel his chest moving rhythmically on my back as he brings his head up next to mine. I am lost in the moment, unsure of where it’s going, but not wanting it to end. Read more »

Writing a book, need advice!

I am writing a book, I would like some feedback from some like minded pervert. Thanks.

TRIGGERS: prostitution, bondage, semi-consensual, rape, MonMtF action

Alex was ready for one of his favorite performance, “the pretzel”. He was distended face up on an inclined bed, handcuffed with his hands behind his neck, a small wooden plank under his back to raise his chest and show his breasts, grown noticeably and pierced tastefully on the nipples. His legs were bent behind his head and kept steady by a short chain; his body almost bent in two to give maximum access to his boypussy. He was completely open and exposed, glistening with lube and ready to be used without mercy. The chains kept Alex legs and boypussy spread obscenely open, there was nothing he could do to stop or even slow a customer that wanted to just penetrate him brutally. His eyes were covered by a blindfold. He could not move at all, and his complete vulnerability turned the customers into wild animals, fucking his boypussy and mouthpussy in the most animalistic way. None of them lasted long, but they all came hard and there were a lot of them. Alex could not wait to start, the nipple piercings kept him in a continuous, torturing state of arousal. Alex really liked his body: smooth, supple, white as snow, fully feminine after the estrogen treatments and the surgeries. He especially liked his breasts, round, pink and with puffy areolas. Sometimes he thought about having his clitty amputated, but the customers were not happy with it. He was fully impotent, but he did not care since he already learned to come only with his prostate and his boypussy. Read more »

Forced to Match the Movements [FFM, predicament, machine]

Esma was always insatiable after a big night out. As the yellow of the sun began to pierce through the gaps in the curtains, both girls came-to gently. Fuzzy memories of the night before danced around their blurry minds, the taste of tequila still dark on their tongues. It wasn’t long before Ashley spotted the wicked look in Esma’s eye.

Last night they crashed as soon as they got home, they never really had drunk sex – despite how horny Ashley would get when buzzed – because Esma was always too sleepy. On the other hand, Esma loved hungover morning sex and was already letting her hands roam Ashley’s incredible figure through the thin silky pajamas. She ran her dainty fingers up Ashley’s taut stomach up to the swelling orbs of her chest, gently tracing her fingers over the hardening nipples. Another hand groped Ashley’s ripe little ass, trailing down the spongy soft skin of her slender legs.

Ashley’s skin was pale and creamy, lightly dusted with tiny freckles. The most concentrated freckles were across her nose, trailing to those irresistible pillowy cheeks. She was adorable. How could someone be so cute in their mid-twenties? Esma was always struck but how beautiful her partner was. Those shimmering blue eyes, and her dirty blonde hair, combined with her sizable tits and sensational figure – it was a dangerous combination. Read more »

Hard eager fucking after a lot of teasing and time apart [FM]

Sorry this is kinda long but the anticipation and buildup is such a big part of our relationship, that it’s only right this post has that too haha.

Descriptions: I’m (f26) 5’4 with an average build, not overweight but not really that fit. Long blonde hair and blue eyes. C cups with small pink nipples. Decent ass. He’s (m21) about 6′ with short blonde hair and blue eyes, clean shaven. Strong athletic build (but not too muscley which I like). 7″ cock. Amazing ass. Sexy voice.

We only get to see each other once a month or so, sometimes longer. During those periods, we sext and send pictures, teasing each other to the point I feel like my body will come apart at the seams trying to contain my desire for this man. Each of us knows exactly what words and pics will send the other over the edge, making each other cum even with the many miles separating us. We cum hard, knowing that the time is coming again when we’ll be able to pleasure each other with touch and physical communication rather than just words and video. Read more »

Misty gets a visit from the neighbors part 5 (FM) (Rimming)

Misty is out at the grill having a beer she puts the cheese on the burgers and takes a sip as the cheese melts. Bruce and Greg are enjoying the view of her grilling with her ass out. The clink their bottle in a salute. The sun is beginning to set she takes each burger off the grill and places them on the platter. Greg takes a few pictures of her and takes the plate from her. They go into the kitchen and assemble dinner. “Looks good Misty..” Greg says as he starts to eat. She eats a little of the zucchini, washes it down with beer and says “Anyone want to smoke a bowl before I hop back in the pool?”
“Sure thing hon.” Bruce answers.
“I have to pick up Ryan. Prepare your horny holes Misty. I’ll be back in a while.”
Greg leaves and Bruce and Misty go out to the small pool house. The pool house has a bench against the wall a door and a few stools. She brings out some weed and her pipe and they smoke and drink their beers. Bruce unties her apron and it falls to the floor.
“Go ahead and dance your sexy whore body around for me.” Bruce tells her.
She turns on some slow r and b and reluctantly starts dancing. As she shakes around he sits on a stool.
“If they are done with you tomorrow why don’t you come over. I have a special place all set up in my basement. Maybe you will call me daddy. It can be a bit rough down there”
Misty thinks of what to say. She is interested in being in bondage but has never truly had it.
“We will see.. I’ve never called anyone daddy before”
“Yeah.. well I am old enough to be yours and maybe you haven’t been with the right one before. Now get over here and give these some attention..”
Bruce pulls his pants down and pulls his balls up. She leans forward and starts licking his balls. He hold her head. “That’s right. Get them in your mouth now”
She sucks on one and lets it drop out of her mouth. Takes the other and sucks it drop it out with a sucking plop. She kneels down. Licking lower and stroking him back to being hard.
“Get then both in your mouth while you look up at me..”
she struggles but gets both his old balls grey hair and all in her mouth staring at him in the eyes. He starts dropping his growing cock on her face each drop makes him more stiff. He takes another hit of the bowl as she dips lower and starts licking his taint. She’s jacking his thick cock off as she’s playing with her soaked pussy. Flicking her clit faster. He moans out and leans his head back. She backs her face out, wipes her chin, and leans her head over his cock mouth open ready to fill her mouth. He puts his hand on her forehead.
“What are you doing Misty?”
With a confused look in her eyes “ummm I was about to suck your thick old cock..”
“Oh yeah? You want to huh? I’ll let you.. but you have to ask first.”
He looks down brushing her hair away from her face.. “Go ahead and ask.”
Still confused “Umm let me suck Your cock, Bruce.”
“Bruce?” He asks.
She gets it. “Let me suck your cock..” pausing and swallowing “daddy.. can I suck your cock please?”
Bruce grins.
“That’s it go ahead slut. You can suck daddy’s cock.”
She is furiously fingering herself. Never called anyone daddy before. She’s so turned on as he guides her head up and down. She’s moaning over his cock. Bruce enjoys her head for at least 10 minutes all the while she’s fingering her wet cunt. He pulls her head off him and guides her against the wall.
“Stay down there. And open up”
She sits on the floor and opens her mouth. Her head against the wall. He takes a hand on both side of her head and starts pumping her throat. After a few minutes he’s grunting and she’s moaning over his cock. Slobber running down to her tits. Her mouth is sounding like a wet pussy. A few more minutes and he pulls out of her. Smacks her a few times with his cock and slowly turns around. Looks back at her then leans his ass towards her face.
“Daddy, you want me to eat your ass?!”
“Yes I do slut.. get in there..”
she spread his cheeks with her hands and starts softly licking around his asshole he pushes back into her. Her head pinned to the wall. He starts rubbing up and down. Her tongue dips into him. She pushes it in and out. She moans and huffs and she cums again. She has two finger in her as she keeps going. Slobbering into his ass. He walks forward to the bench and bend over it.
“Over here now, Misty you dirty ass eating slut..”
She crawls over and leans in again. Stroking his hard thick cock from behind as he pushes her head into his cheeks. The pool door opens and they hear Greg
“Well damn! I figured you all would be fucking but look at her! A ass eating slut! Ryan I wasn’t lying! Get your phone out too!”
The guys start recording Misty eating his ass from all angles. Misty is on all fours behind Bruce with her face buried in his ass. They hear her licking, moaning and sucking. Ryan records in pure shock at what’s happening. Misty takes her face out and looks at the two guys her face a mess with slobber. She grins slightly and Bruce grabs her head and pushes it back in. . They get 10 minutes of footage before Bruce can’t take anymore and turns around. Stuffs her mouth and with a few deep pumps in her mouth unloads down her throat. Holding her head with both hands her eyes bulge wide as his cum drains down her throat. He pulls it out and watches her swallow it all. He slaps her face with his wet cock a few times. Misty looks over to the guys, her face glistening with drool.
“Oh hi Ryan. Glad you could make it.. how’s the wife?”

The clock maker [MF] [kidnapping/drugged] [Bondage] [fuck machine] [forced orgasms]

If you want to skip right to the sex bit just go to the first comment.

“Tic, tic, tic, tic, tic, tic,” “Tick, tock, tick, tock.” The sounds of the numerous clocks fill the otherwise silent room. The clock maker seems to sit motionless at his work bench, ever so slowly positioning a small gear into place within the complex workings of a wrist watch. “Ding-a-ling” a bell above the shop door rings as you walked in. Unfazed but fully aware of your entrance, the clock maker saids “welcome, I will be with you in just a moment.” Just as he says this the gear falls perfectly into place. Getting up, he took off his magnifying watch repair glasses laying them on the workbench and adjusted his vest before greeting you. Read more »