Tag: Bondage

The Path – Part 4 – Beth For Use [M52, F] [Bondage]

It was only a few days before I got another text from Beth with a time. Now. It had been a shit day at the office, and I could use some… therapy. I was already on the way home, but I turned around. I returned to The Dungeon, and was surprised to see Sara waiting for me in the hallway. She smiled brightly and opened the door and ushered me in.

“Welcome back,” she said, and ran her hand down my back and squeezed my ass as I walked through.

“Thanks,” I said slightly taken aback, but also very intrigued.

“Don’t worry, it’s going to be a good night. Have a seat,” she said, and took a chair for herself.

I grabbed a bottle of water and sat down and waited.

“You look rough. Everything okay?” she asked.

I shrugged. “Rough day at the office. It happens.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, but, this should help boost your spirits, don’t you think?”

I nodded and took a drink. “I hope so.” I was almost doubtful. It had been one of those days where it was a near thing just packing up my shit and walking out. I was almost afraid of what I might be capable of in this mood. Read more »

Live Performance [mf] [cnc] [bondage] [kidnapping] [impact play] [degradation] [knife play] [overstimulation] [slave play]

*Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. Its intended purpose is to be as entertaining and immersive for the reader as possible. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.*

[https://imgur.com/wsgtmCA](https://imgur.com/wsgtmCA)

## Act One – Just Getting Started 

Sarah felt the burning sensation in her shoulders as she slowly regained consciousness. The bright light in front of her giving her an instant headache. Her immediate reaction was to try and talk. Ask what was happening? Where was she? But that attempt was stopped when she realized there was some foreign object in her mouth. Gagging her and muffling her voice. Her heart beat accelerated in fear. She knew she was standing and tried to move in a panic, but those efforts were also quickly cut short when she realized her wrists and ankles were restrained with rope that dug into her skin and made trying to get out of them painful. Lurching forward ever so slightly, causing more searing pain in her shoulders as she was propped up in some sadistic manner. She looked around. Eyes dashing all over the place as she tried to remember what she was doing before. It was all coming back to her. The clubs. Getting drunk with her friends. Meeting some guy. He bought her a drink. Then nothing. Then she woke up here.  Read more »

[FM] How many people can say this – I got to play with my favorite porn star

I have been an exhibitionist my entire adult life. I started posting sexy images on 4Chan of all places, and loved the attention. I got such a rush knowing guys were stroking themselves to me. Once I entered the kink scene, I gained a reputation for fucking in front of people at parties, and I was known for being extremely vocal, enthusiastic, and skilled with a cock in my hands. Eventually, this evolved into me doing some amateur porn with a local producer, and although I was extremely nervous about it at first, I eventually became more confident and started to really enjoy the experiences. Most of what I had done was erotic massage, one of my favorite categories of porn. My partner LOVED it. He loved having documentation where I am pleasured, or where I am expertly stroking a cock. I loved the fact that my porn was being distributed and that men were jerking off watching me. Read more »

Jack and Amy work at a summer camp the summer after graduating college. Chapter 7. Molly is an insolent, bratty little pet. [MF 19+] [oral] [fucking] [bondage][teasing]

After Molly and I fucked, we laid next to each other on the blanket for a bit. She looked over at me with an excited grin and said, “Oh my gosh, that felt good, Jack.”

“You liked it?”

She nodded her head yes, excitedly.

“Maybe we will do it some more this weekend.”

“We could do it right now.”

I wanted to fuck her again…I really did. But, I wanted her to beg for it. I wanted to know how bad she wanted it. And she was my pet for the weekend.

“Well, Molly, if you want me to fuck you, you need to beg for it.”

I saw the look in Molly’s eyes change…she had a mischievous look in her eyes. “No, Jack, I think you’re going to beg me for it.”

I sat up suddenly, “What did you just say?”

Molly sat up too, still having that smug look on her face. “I said that we can fuck some more, but I’m not going to beg for it.” Read more »

The Path – Part 3 – Emily [M52, F] [Bondage]

A few days after our experience in what I learned she called The Dungeon, which was used by several people, a sort of a collective that owned the place, I got a text to meet there that night. I grinned, and texted back that I’d be there. I’d had a good time with the sub, whose name I never got. Which, I’d learned in the meantime, was part of the deal. No one had to give their name if they didn’t want to, or they could use assumed names. Beth and I, obviously, knew each other’s real names, but that was it. Of course, I hadn’t met anyone else. Yet.

At the appointed time, I walked down into the basement, and Beth was waiting for me, wearing a thin long coat, under which I had a feeling I knew what she was wearing. For myself, I was still in my work clothes. Dress pants and a polo shirt. As I approached, she tapped her keycard on the reader, and the door clicked as it unlocked. She opened the door and wave me through. “Welcome back, Sam.”

Sam isn’t my name, but apparently that would be my name here. Not what I would have chosen, but whatever. Read more »

The Path – Part 2 – The Lesson [M52, F, F] [Bondage]

I met Beth at the address she provided, and she escorted me to a building, then down some stairs into a dark basement area. The lighting was dim. Enough to see, but also probably enough to deter anyone who didn’t have a reason to be there from exploring. We reached a door and she used a key card to open it. The room we walked into was not what I expected. It was nice and well lit. Several comfortable chairs and a sofa filled most of the small space. There was a counter with a small wet bar, and a glass front fridge filled with bottled water.

“Have a seat, let’s talk about what’s going to happen tonight.”

I sat down and leaned forward in the chair. I was feeling good, but nervous.

“Relax,” she said with a grin. “I promise, it’s going to be fun.”

I sat back in the chair and did my best to relax.

“So you’re going to get to play with one of mine tonight. She’s on board, and knows you’re learning, but she still expects a good time. If at any point she says Red, stop what you’re doing. That’s important.” Read more »

I’m [20sF] finally getting closer to convincing my professor [M] to fuck me

**Note: Professor/student, teasing, sadism, CMNF, cunnilingus ahead. Enjoy!**

I do my nails every so-often: cuticle oil, filing, base coat, color, top coat, correcting tiny smudges with a Q-tip dipped in polish remover. It takes longer than shaving, hair, and makeup combined. If I match the color to my underwear then it wasn’t you who decided to have sex tonight. There’s something relaxing about spending an hour on idleness, listening to a podcast while I doll myself up for you. And yet I hate being told to do it—so my reaction when you text is exactly what you’d imagine.

*I don’t recall my obedience being part of this arrangement.*

Relative to recent sexual history, I’ve been shockingly obedient with you. Downright subservient even. You inspire a quiet curiosity with little room for brattiness. And on the occasions I do feel like being bratty?

My timing is impeccable. You have class in ten minutes and you’re typically fifteen minutes early. To avoid any untoward disasters, I send my photo five minutes before class starts. The white underwear you picked out, tugged down so that my tattoo is visible. The red bows, partially hidden by two nail polish bottles. Read more »

Sex at the Bar [M/f] [M30s F30s M30s] [public sex] [maledom femsub] [sex with stranger] [bondage] [fantasy setting] [humiliating language]

Sex at the Bar

Story by Pixie Isobella

*I was too exposed standing at the bar, with my boobs out and my butt bare for anyone to see… Behind me, I could feel the orc’s eyes on the back of my body. I knew he was wishing he was over here, so he could push his cock straight me. Hell, I wanted him here, so that he could fuck me hard against the counter…*

‘Sex at the Bar’ is an erotic story with bondage and submissive sex with strangers. If you like this story, please check out my other stories on my creator site at [pixieisobella.com](https://pixieisobella.com).

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It was a lovely night at my favourite jazz bar in the city. I sat sipping my chocolate cocktail, savouring every mouthful. I was glad I had come out tonight to listen to some jazz. I had a booth down the back all to myself and could sit and listen to the music, watching everybody around me enjoying themselves. Read more »

He (M20’s) ripped out my (F20’s) fishnets to gag me and tie me with them (DOM/SUB) (PUBLIC SEX) – Tess & Trevor

It would be really fucking helpful if Trevor wasn’t so handsome.

I’m not even saying he should be ugly. Just… *less hot*.

You know when a man is so fine he makes you smile by accident? You are just looking at him from a distance but you can’t stop yourself from that little smile and that little sigh. He makes me want to fan myself with my hands.

He has that sexy, intentionally unkept, bad boy style that I never thought would do it for me, but it so fucking does. I mean *look at him!* Who in the hell can make beat down jeans, combat boots and a ripped shirt work this well?

And those fucking rips on his shirt… I swear to God, they bring tears to my eyes. It’s like they are all intentionally placed to show a little bit of muscle, a little bit of skin… but never enough. Is this how men feel when we wear provocative cleavages? Cause, if it is, I’d like to apologise for my gender. This is torture.

He is wearing a couple of manly leather necklaces and some rings and the whole thing… it just… oh my god, it fucking works. Read more »

Lucid Dreams [fm] [somno] [cnc] [bondage] [home invasion] [slave play] [blackmail] [cum play]

*Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.*

[https://imgur.com/6Ugck3U](https://imgur.com/6Ugck3U)

The intel was solid. The husband would be away on some business trip for a whole four months, leaving just his little ol’ wife behind to guard the house. He had gotten reports that she was a heavy sleeper. Not even their alarm system would wake her up if it tripped. Not that he was going to trip it in the first place. It was going to be the easiest job of his life and it went as smoothly as expected. He made quick work of the back window, deactivating the sensors, bribing their “guard” dog Pitbull with a nice steak. The rest was history. Read more »