Good Boy Sessions [F/M] [20-30’s] [Gentle Domme, Male Sub, BDSM, Soft Bondage, Edging, Femdom]

Sometimes I will tease him slowly throughout the day. If we’re in public I’d give little pets or caresses, whispering in his ear what’s coming if he can be a good boy. If we’re in private, one way I’ll start is by telling him to undress and expose himself to me. He’ll take off everything for me to see and put his hands behind his back as usual. I feel he’s been doing very well lately. Listening to my commands, learning my pleasures and putting them first. So I want to reward him, make sure he knows how much I value him and his gift of submission to me.

I tell you to turn around, bend over and spread your cheeks for me. I can already see your nervousness and excitement, which makes me all the happier, and even more excited. I grab the lubrication, and slowly insert one finger into your cute little asshole. I hear your moans of desperation and excitement, I see you getting harder by the second as I insert another finger, slowly moving back and forth, teasing and preparing you for what comes next.

MindTech Industries Chapter 6: Limit testing [F29][M27] [Femdom] [Malesub] [Genderswap] [Bondage] [Forced Orgasm] [Mind Break]

Edit: Forgot the tag [Sci-fi] ><

[Link](https://www.reddit.com/user/_CumInMePlz_/comments/yvactm/list_of_all_my_erotic_stories/) to previous chapters and all my other stories.

**-6 months later-**

Mind Transfer. Jayce’s revolutionary’s idea. It’s hard to understand how it really works but from what I gathered, it goes like this. You start by putting the patient under anesthesia. You then copy his memories and put it inside a robotic brain called exo-brain. When the “copy” awakes in the new body that we call exo-body, to them it feels like they just fell asleep and then woke up in a new body. When the session ends, the inverse process is done. An AI looks at both memories and merges them together, isolating the new memories and putting them inside the patient’s brain with a device closely related to the Kraken. It makes it seem like the person under anesthesia experienced everything but it was actually a copy of them that did.

Because of that, the process is extremely safe since it only gives the illusion of leaving your body but in reality you do not. The only tricky part is the merging at the end. For the moment, the AI is limited to a certain amount of data that it can send as “new” memories so the worst that can happen is that the patient ends up with a couple hours of fake/wrong memories.

Melissa Becomes My Slut: Part 3

Last night, Melissa agreed to do whatever I wanted for seven consecutive days. Granted, she made that agreement while tied up. Today, I decided to call and see how she was doing.

I asked Melissa how she enjoyed yesterday. Her answer was short and sweet “It was amazing!” When I asked if she was ready for tonight she gave an emphatic “Yes! I can’t believe it, but the end where you made me suck your dick while you watched the game turned me on. When I left I really wanted more.”

I told her to wear matching black, sheer panties and bra tonight. Meanwhile I prepared for what we were going to do. She loved bondage, that much was clear. So I thought we’d test how she handled being tied up outside the bedroom.

In the garage, I had a bicycle hangar for a bicycle that had been gone for some time now. It had two hooks attached to pulleys. So I could do a lot with it.

Then, I set a saw horse to the side and set up two ankle cuffs on opposing legs. In the corner I set a g-spot vibe and a ball gag. Finally, as a last thought, I put a paddle just out of sight.

He Told Me To Leave It Inside Myself for 100 minutes. 87 More To Go. [MF] [Power Play] [Consensual] [Teasing] [Anal]

He told me to own all my embarrassing little secrets, so here’s one I’ll share: I have cum in my ass. Right now.

I can’t feel it or anything, but I know it’s there because he put a plug in me before any of it could get out. A subtle and yet painfully indelible act of control. He was gentle about that part though, softened by that post orgasmic drug that seems to change men in an instant. He’s not the sort to sleep after or lose interest, he doesn’t retreat to his phone; he gets clever and strangely affectionate.

Meanwhile, I felt like I’d been poured onto the bed, exhausted and liquid as he lifted my hips and kneaded my thigh and kissed along the curve of my ass. I craved him mindlessly in that moment, and he left me with a reminder of the wanton version of me that he’d nurtured into existence.

It’s weird being so aware of cum I can’t see, can’t feel. I don’t know if it’s a lot or a little, just that it’s in me. Hmm…

Filming Porn for my High School Bully/Crush (part 4) [MF]

[Part 1](https://redd.it/yp8laj)
[Part 2](https://redd.it/yq47md)
[Part 3](https://redd.it/yqus69)

Bella pulled open the door, but it was too dark for me to see anything. As she walked forward, I admired her hips swaying from side to side, body oil reflecting the last of the light. Suddenly the overhead lights came on, accompanied by a loud fluorescent hum. When my eyes adjusted, I saw Bella standing next to the light switch, surrounded by a chaotic assortment of furniture, ropes, and several dildos. “Nice collection” I said, trying to act nonchalant. “Thanks, guys have sent me most of it for free” she replied casually. “Warmup outfit first?” I suggested. Bella rummaged through a dresser I hadn’t noticed, and I took a minute to indulge my curiosity and look around the storage room.

Comfort Plus [Hotwife] [Public] [Plane] [Bondage][Slapping] [Multiple Genders 21-65]

“Ladies and gentlemen, the captain wanted me to inform you that our air conditioning will not be functioning for the remainder of our 16 hour adults-only (21+) flight to Singapore. On behalf of the Delta Sky Partners family of brands, we do apologize for the inconvenience and will endeavor to make you as comfortable as possible given the circumstances.”

Emily [34F] unbuttoned her shirt, low enough to see black lace. Her hair stuck to the back of her neck, curling at the ends. She rubbed her knees together, which made a scratching sound as her hosiery tugged against her herringbone skirt, barely covering her vagina. She needed to pee badly but I could tell she was dreading it, tucking her thighs closer together in an attempt to hold it in. She wouldn’t look at me, attempting to miss my gaze as her eyes scanned first class, darting from person to person. I [34M] liked seeing her nervous again.

DING

The seatbelt warning light ticked off. “Don’t you need to go somewhere?” I asked Emily. Now she looked at me, her face flush. Emily’s long dark hair was naturally wavy, but the heat in the in the cabin made it unruly, curly and wild. It stuck to the back of her neck and the sides of her head.

Group therapy [Bondage] [Electric shocks] [fM] [Group] [Forced orgasm] [Exhibitionism]

She’s mounted on a small stage, on a hard wooden chair. Her collar is attached at the back to the upright back of the chair, with her wrists secured near her shoulders. Her knees are in loops, keeping them wide open and her ankles have just enough length in the chain connected to her cuffs to allow a small amount of movement.

It’s a cold and impersonal position, and one that wouldn’t normally suit her, but tonight they’re trying something a little different. Her red painted toes wiggle, and her matching fingernails clench and unclench as she explores the restraints. She’s unable to move much, but he checks she’s able to give the signal he’ll be watching closely for that stops the whole thing.

He kisses her deeply, and she closes her eyes to savour the organic connection, knowing she’ll be starved of contact for a while. Then he fits her ballgag, strokes her face, and steps away to lower the lights.

In the almost darkness she hears the muffled shuffling of feet, the clink of glasses and excited whispering. One or two voices seem familiar, but she can’t concentrate enough to place them exactly.

Pt1. The Taming Of

Found this in the depth of my phone notes. A 7 part story of sex, bondage and suspense.
Written to a lady friend many years ago, her feed back was positive.
I’ll post the other parts if there’s interest.
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The task force rushed down the street, 3 men each in identical tight white teeshirts and tight blue jeans, each man was ginger with well kept hair and varying lengths of facial hair. Behind the first 3 men came a man with a longer beard this man was wearing a vest and seed to have larger muscles than the first 3 men. Each man appeared to have a large bulge in his jeans and was carrying various forms of restraints. At the top of the streey stood another 3 men, all 7 men were heavily tattooed and all seemed to be concentrating on a single line female who was standing in the street with a feisty air.

Became someone’s own little whore! [FM]

Like many girls on this sub, I grew up religious. Modest. Covered elbow to ankle. Not allowed to touch a man. Repression breeds perverted sluts. No two ways about it.

By 18 I’d only slept with my high school boyfriend. Nothing special. I pretty much only interacted with people in my cultural and private school communities.

Yet I was obsessed with beautiful, frilly lingerie. Spent my paychecks on Agent Provocateur. Changed with the windows wide open since 16 to give my neighbours a little treat. Bought latex Vivienne Westwood heels.

At 18 I was a size 2, 5 foot 7, runners body with disproportionate F cup tits that were so perky a pencil wouldn’t even stay under them. Narrow, boyish hips. Tanned, big brown eyes, huge lashes. Unique beauty. I always wore skanky look at me outfits, and still do, even though now, at 25, my tits are a little softer, cheeks a little more prominent. I’m a 4 and H loves me more than ever.

The second wife [M30 / F30 / F25] [BDSM/spanking]

Jonathan and Mary had been married for several years and during their time together their relationship had developed into something that was both intimate and kinky.
They had discovered their shared interest in BDSM early in their relationship and explored their fantasies together. Mary was the submissive of the two, she loved satisfying her husband’s wishes and being dominated by him. Jonathan in turn was more dominant, he loved controlling his wife and granting her pleasure through bondage and discipline.
These desires had shaped their lifestyle; while Jonathan did not use his dominance to control his wife for anything other than their sexual fascinations, it was always on the back of his – and her – mind. On the outside they were a normal couple and while no-one – except a few close friends – knew Mary often ended up across her husband’s knee for a firm spanking when she misbehaved, the signs were there for those who knew were to look: a raised eyebrow, a stern look, a quick swat on her bottom when they thought no-one was watching…
Yet while they were both unashamed and comfortable in the way their relationship worked, neither of them was ready for how it would change when Elise entered their lives.