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Your new toy [D/s][Bondage]

“Eva!?” I hear your yell from across the apartment. Tossing my textbook aside, I jump up from the couch, practically sprinting towards the bedroom. I wrack my brain as I run, going through the last couple days in my mind and trying to remember if I did anything stupid. I open the door and it takes all my willpower to stop myself from laughing. You’re lying on the bed, naked, a broken mess of silicone which, unless I totally miss my guess, used to be the custom sleeve I got you for Christmas (“You know I do have to study at some point?”), in one hand. But it’s the expression on your face that kills me. The sad, pleading puppy dog eyes look ridiculous on you, especially since you’re the boss this week.

“What happened?” I ask, mostly failing to hide a grin.

“Well, I, um…it broke.” The badly hidden grin turns into a badly hidden burst of laughter.

“It’s not funny!” You say, anger fizzling into a small smile. “Okay, it’s kind of funny.”

Climbing onto the bed, I cuddle in next to you. Read more »

Straitjacket fantasy [25M] [consensual] [bondage] [missionary]

Mesmerizing red hair, pale and flawless white skin, crimson red lips curled in a devious smile and emerald green eyes stare at me, blinking quickly in anticipation. She lays on the queen-sized bed, staring at me in nothing but her tight leather leggings, which highlight her perfect behind and her black bra. As I approach her, I reveal what I have hidden behind my back: A red collared Posey straitjacket. She bites her lower lip in anticipation, her gaze says it all: “Tie me up , daddy”.

She walks towards me, her hips swaying playfully with every step, until she’s met with the jacket’s warm embrace and the most delightful feeling of helplessness. I strap her in, sweetly caressing her waist, her breasts and her legs as I strip her off her arms. When she’s finally giving herself the tightest hug possible, I sit her on the mattress and position myself behind her. I kiss her cheeks and work my way up to her lips. I teasingly go down to her neck and she starts to struggle a little, begging me to go all the way, but I deny her request for release. I start to rub her nipples over the jacket; my fingers making a thousand promises of pleasure to come. I kiss her neck again, ever so gently, so tenderly, trying to hold in the raging, lustful monster inside me. I slide my right hand all the way to her crotch, rubbing it subtly. My other hand ventures under the jacket to pinch her hardened nipples, one at a time. Read more »

Subliminal Broadcaster 2000 Pt. 3 [Hypnosis, Anal, Orgy, Toys]

(This story is inspired by CryptoKnight’s excerpts on Literotica. You can find the first two stories [here](https://www.literotica.com/s/subliminal-broadcaster-2000?page=2) and [here](https://www.literotica.com/s/subliminal-broadcaster-2000-ch-02).Thanks for reading!)

Andy woke up naked to the warm sensation of lips closing around his cock. He opened his eyes and saw Michelle Fowler’s bald head bobbing up and down on his crotch. Her chains rattled as she worked to jerk him off, desperately craving her morning cum.

It wasn’t just the two of them in bed. Blindfolded and gagged next to Andy was Theresa Herman, the blonde highschool senior from down the block. She still wore her stained cheerleader’s outfit, the set she had on when Andy picked her up from practice.

“Wow Mr. McGregor, those inspirational disks you gave me were amazing! They really helped me overcome my pregame jitters.” Andy knew his tapes were successful when Theresa bent over to put her backpack in the trunk, revealing her lack of panties.

His invention, the SB “Subliminal Broadcaster” 2000, broadcasted at a frequency just barely beyond human awareness. The messages were too low to be heard consciously, but they would assail themselves strongly on the subconscious level. After listening to the innocent CDs, the subject believed that the messages being broadcast by the SB 2000 were his or her own thoughts. Read more »

A Different Kind of Vampire – [FF][Fingering][Light Bondage]

When I woke, hunger mixed with arousal wasn’t the phrase for how I felt, but it was the closest I could think of.

There was a pit inside me. A ravenous urge I couldn’t quell away. It filled me before I even opened my eyes. Like a sinking feeling in my chest, my stomach, between my legs. It made my knees want to squeeze together and to separate as far as they could go, but neither could be comfortable. It made my lips feel empty. It made my hips want to writhe for attention to my aching sex, wet before I was awake, though I knew I could get no satisfaction that way either, even if I tended to myself, it wouldn’t go away. I needed something else first.

All this before my eyes opened. When they did, they were met by another set of eyes. A pair of violet ones, a color I had never seen on a person. She was slender and tan, with sharp cheekbones and straight platinum blonde. She wore a robe, tied at the front, but had a face of elegant makeup and lovely earrings and a necklace that dangled from her pristine neck. She smiled in a way that was surprising. She had a face made to be stern, but when she smiled it radiated warmth. Read more »

Perverse Paraphernalia [MF]

I couldn’t tell you how this night of perversion begin, honestly I can hardly recall most of the night because we were both off a few xans. My cognizance begins with me [F18] straddling my boyfriend [M23], obsessively tonguing the many scars that canvas his milky white chest. I run my tongue up and down a scar, bite and suck a bit until his blood rises to the surface once more as it had so many years ago, but I am forced to let it stay confined, safely behind his fleshy alabaster. I work at his chest, obsession consumes me, I ache to cover his ivory expanse with blotches of my mouth crafted crimson blush.
Much to my dismay he snaps me out of my trance, pulling me up to his face our lips embrace. I often play the submissive role in our relationship, sexual or not, so it was a shock when he broke the kiss and uttered “Dom me.” Two simple words that I -with no hesitation- excitedly pounced upon, I never dominate him, I enjoy being submissive to him, but barred me was all too happy to jump on this aberrant bandwagon.
I continue to kiss him, enveloping his lips with mine, teasing, biting, playing, I’m the one in control now. Abruptly I stand and seize our roll of bondage tape and another toy from our box of perverse paraphernalia. I immediately get to work, I pin his arms above his head with my knees, grinding into his face while I bind his wrists to a slat in my bed frame. When I’m satisfied I crawl back down his body, once again straddling him. I resume my game on his chest and I feel him stir, before he can say anything I force a ball gag into his open mouth and quickly fasten it around his head.
I kiss down his body and pull his pants down, he’s rock hard. I step back to appreciate his new predicament, trapped, covered in my hickies and bruises, wearing my ball gag. The power gets to my head. I want more.
I leave him in my room, tied up and helpless, any one of my family members could have opened the door, and I relished in the thought of his humiliation. After rifling through a few drawers I finally came upon my prize, after concealing it in the waistband of my panties I took my time getting a drink of water, rolling the thought of him sitting, helplessly waiting for me, no doubt still hard, around in my mouth. I can wait no longer.
When I open my door, just as I thought he still stood hard and ready for me, waiting. I acted calm, cool, confident. I reassumed my position above him and kiss him while appreciating my newfound power over him. I look down at his smooth chest and can no longer contain my bloodlust. In one swift move I pull out my razor previously stashed in my waistband and hold it up in the dim red LED light, I see the fear in his eyes and something primitive in me howls to the moon before pulling back sneering lips from jagged teeth, ravenous for that sweet copper wine. Years of evolution have taken my pointed teeth and replaced them with the razor I grasp in my hand. I quickly slash at his chest leaving four or five light cuts, I ran my fingers over them, then placed them in my mouth, my bloodthirst had yet to be quenched.
I raised my razor and cut him one last deep cut on his chest, there was much more blood this time, just what I needed. Once again I ran my fingers through the gash, but this time I stopped my hand at my lips and changed course. I cram my fingers around the ball gag in his mouth and make him taste himself. Read more »

Leisl, Chapter 1

My name is Leisl and I am kinky as fuck.

What a way to start. But it’s true. I am a massive slut, and kinky in a way that only other kinky people can really wrap their heads around. I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend, we live in a triad, and we are happy as clams.

I’m going to tell you about myself, but I have to warn you now – there’s a fuckload of sex in here. A full metric fuckton of sex. Just the way I like it. So get yourself a beer, sit back, slip your hand down your jeans, and I’ll begin at the beginning.

I’ll get something out of the way first of all: I had a wonderful childhood. Why do people think that anyone who likes to be treated the way I like to be treated had to have had a terrible, abusive childhood? It’s just not true. My parents were awesome and I had a totally ordinary upbringing. Ordinary school, ordinary friends, ordinary experiences. First got drunk at 14, first kiss at 15, lost my virginity at 16 and had my heart broken at 17. Graduated high school in the top of my classes but decided not to go to uni, mainly because everyone else was doing it and I like to be different, just for the fuck of it. So I got a job at an enormous law firm in Sydney as a receptionist and general administrative dogsbody. That’s where my real story starts. Read more »

WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 39 Every Good Orgasm Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)

She pulled on my leash, pulling me to the ultimate reward. For me to submit to her Mistress. Toying with my body making me, Jax drip with desire. “Mmm.. let me go” I struggled butt never dreaming that I would be so wet. Passing by the patrons of Club Voluptuous, wondering if any of them had been so turned on before that their slit was just a river of cum.. Biting my lip as Rose stop so suddenly that my nipples caressed her back. “I want you” I dared whisper, “I want to suck on your pussy till you only climax to my name..” Daring to lean in as my words caressed her ear. I could see the rosiness panting her cheek as I cupped her ass. My fantasy was short live how ever as the door opened to my own private heaven. The Rose that had guided me had cum to expect the same thing too, instantly kneeling. Taking her Mistresses cunt into her mouth. Licking so deep that the Mistress closed her eyes. Pulling me closer, so close that her hand was entangled into my hair. Our lips meet, instantly opening my mouth, “I have so many questions butt for some reason I.. I Mmmm..” why, why was I cuming. “I just want to make you my.. my Mistress cum like never before” I was praying that I spoke out loud. Dragging my tits over her perky tits, watching as her nipples begged for attention. Going down after them thrusting my ass out not counting on on Rose’s tongue to spark my next orgasm. A orgasm by definition a uncontrollably urge to cum, to scream out in utter bliss as your defenses breakdown.. a little understated! Rose parted my cum filled lips, her tongue danced along my g-spot. Feeling my stomach tightened, my hips jerk back. The moan came as I bit on the Mistresses nipple, gentle yet firm. Stretching it from the tit, my hand raced down to finger the Mistress, I wasn’t quick enough. Falling back on the bed, my tongue tracing her stomach. Bouncing on the landing, my tongue ran the last couple of inches down her body. Sinking in the sweet spot, tasting that cum for the first time, “I want to.. to make you cuMmm Oh fuck Mmmmmmmmm..” Rose had taken advantage of my body, of the angles of the tenderness that was driving my cum to drench her tongue. Diving deep into her pussy, into that sweet mess that I was making all over my face. Sucking her clit, riding out the wave of pleasure that I helped to create until finally being choked back. Not by cum or orgasm (well not by the Mistress orgasm, mine just went ten fold) but by the pressure on my collar. The all inspiring desire to be choked during a massive orgasm (I need to fuck right now) was now overwhelming. Dragging Rose up over my ass, having nothing butt her hair in hand, discarding me like yesterday’s trash butt I wasn’t finished yet.. My tongue struck first, darting from pussy to cunt, cunt to pussy my tongue was pulling double duty. Slurping the Mistress, sucking Rose and watching as the Mistresses hands worked like magic, pulling on Rose’s tits as my tongue dove deep into the raging pink river. Hooking the tip just to drag it out, feeling her pussy tightening, tasting hot fresh cum as it cascaded against my mouth. Never know when Rose had removed herself from the equation butt I wanted to show her how much I appreciated everything she did for me. A spanking landed across my ass, normal it would that three to five to get me a little wet butt tonight one was all it took. “Ooooh fuckkk yesss OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” I recoiled, my eyes adjusted to see my mistress stroking my inner thigh
One appreciative Sub
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Hot for Teacher [FF, Fdom, NC, MC] (part 4)

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Michelle was led by Kim naked down the steps into a basement area that Susan had converted into her private play room. Instead of a traditional den or recreation room, Michelle gazed at the sights before her. There was a variety of chains hanging from the ceiling as well as padded benches and a shower in the corner.

The older women had not accompanied her downstairs as Kim busied herself with the task of preparing her young lover.

The teacher made no comment as she was taken to a spot in the room and leather restraints again placed on her wrists as they were fastened to two chains hanging from the ceiling. Similar restraints were placed on her ankles and a bar was placed between her outstretched legs which kept them spread and they were fastened to the ankle restraints.

Her arms were pulled up and apart and the tension actually lifted her until the soles of her heels were barely touching the floor. Michelle had never experienced anything but light bondage with her boyfriend Kyle as he had occasionally tied her up, but nothing compared to the treatment she was now receiving. Read more »

Wife’s Father’s Day Gift (Part 3) [Oral] [MF]

I finish my shower and walk over to my closet and skimmed through my dresses. I wanted something short enough to give him what he wants yet nothing too desperate or cause for suspicion. I still have kids in the house so it would have to be playful too. Ahhhhh there she was, my red H&M scoop neck skater dress. Perfectly mid thigh length and easy enough to even grocery shop in or grab lunch without anyone realizing there was nothing underneath.

I go back down to join the family and all seems normal. He cleared the kids breakfast and was entertaining them with lego building and a Disney movie in the playroom. I took the opportunity to the clear the dish washer and think about lunch. As I turn around to put the last cup away, I see him opening the fridge in search of a snack. He grabs a bottle of water and I noticed his manhood was peeking through his unzipped cargo shorts.

“Babe, your fly is down.”

“Would you want to help me pull it up??? “He offers. Read more »