Saturday morning I woke up hard. I couldn’t stop thinking about my encounter the night before with Bella. I picked up my phone and checked the clock – 7:30, no one would miss me if I “slept in” for a bit. I picked up the coaster on my night stand and smiled. It hadn’t been a dream, Bella had drawn an oversized nipple in the middle for me, complete with a toothpick piercing. For now though, I focused my attention around the edge of the circle and copied Bella’s number into my phone. I tried to keep a casual tone in my text – “Hi, you working today? Trying to fit this photo shoot into my weekend plans.” With that out of the way, I opened Chrome to check the weather, and instead Bella stared right back up at me, leash outstretched, massive tits pressed between her elbows. Sheepish, I hit the search bar to get the weather – I really ought to be more careful cleaning up after my dirty Friday-night self. Google said it looked like rain so I pulled jeans and a sweater out of my weekend bag and dressed before heading down to breakfast.
Tag: Bondage
Blooming Together (C, extreme tentacles, forced orgasms)
*All characters in this short story are 18+, even the plant.*
“Hi, it’s Carmen. … No, not today. Not tomorrow either; I quit, basically. … It’s not about the money, I just won’t be able to work for a while so… … No, you can throw my things away. Yep. … Yep. I gotta go. … OK. … OK… OK, bye.”
Carmen squealed in excitement after hanging up the call with her boss. Former-boss. She frolicked about her living room while going through her final mental checklist. This was the last time she would have to think in a long while. Utilities were prepaid, neighbors notified of her ‘absence’, postcards from around the world post-dated for her mom to periodically receive. She had even said goodbye to her goldfish. There was nothing left to do but to get undressed, and since she was already down to nothing but socks, that didn’t take long.
How Did I Get Here? Pt 3 [bdsm][chair bondage][sex toys][edging]
“You’re here for your training. Remember last night at the bar? You told me you wanted me to turn you into my little plaything.”
It all comes rushing back to me. I was at the bar with a group of friends. We got shit-faced, and I vaguely remember meeting some guy who told me he liked to tie women up. I’m into kink, so I was interested. If I remember correctly, I even made a wager he couldn’t turn me out before morning. Technically I won the bet because I ended up passing out.
But that doesn’t matter now. You kidnapped me! My aroused daze starts to clear as I alternate between anger and fear. I tilt my head as far forward as I can muster with my hair tied to the back of the chair and stare at the camera defiantly.
“Don’t look at me like that. I couldn’t resist your little challenge,” you say, chuckling. “I wasn’t able to ‘turn you out’ last night, but we have all day to get you there. I’m sure your little friends aren’t even worried about you. They were all just as wasted.”
First Step [F19,M19] [Fdom][Msub][Long][Foot Worship][Bondage][Hypnosis][Light Humiliation]
Becky sat on the chair looking at me as I stood before her. One of the most popular girls in high school, I had been happily surprised when she started showing interest in me, not that I was hated by my peers or anything; I had my clique of friends and was known to be charming and funny but nowhere was I in the same league as Becky. A slender, athletic redhead with green eyes I had thought myself lucky to get her attention, though some doubts had started to emerge lately as to how fortunate I really was.
“You did a great job editing the videos I gave you, a really good job. Honestly, I thought you would have more trouble considering what was on them” she said coyly. I felt myself blushing, after initially approaching me last week at the school swimming competition, she had asked me for her help in editing certain videos of hers, videos she used for her side business she had said, videos I soon discovered that seemed exclusively to revolve around BDSM and her domination of various people, men and women who she had tied and teased and tortured in a variety of creative ways. After the initial shock, I had been incredibly intrigued and more than a little aroused so I had worked hard to get the videos edited as best I could and now, she had come to “giver her puppy a reward” as she had put it on the phone.
Camera Man for my High School Bully/Crush
Last weekend I rented a car and drove out of the city to go see some relatives in my home town. It’s a pretty small town, and with nothing to do I ended up spending my Friday night at The Crow, the same bar my friends and I used to sneak into as high schoolers. Right away I recognized the bartender, but I wasn’t sure if she’d recognize me. Her name was Bella, and we’d been in the same classes for two years. I grabbed a seat towards the empty end of the bar, and before I could read the menu she waltzed up to take my order. I asked a question about one of the beers and halfway through answering it she recognized me. Bella asked what I was up to these days, so I told her that I was finishing up my film degree. I asked what she’s been up to and she kind of brushed it off – bar tending, smoking weed, fair enough. A group of older guys walked in and she apologized and went to get them some drinks.
[M]44 – How I got into freeuse & bondage [MF]
I was inspired by a few posts here and there, that were able to dig into my memories with a few similarities, and decided to make this post since I had no idea that “kink origin” is even a thing.
I got acquainted with this stuff many years ago, in my early 20’s (now I’m 44). Somebody showed me a 20-ish minutes video with a tied-up & gagged woman that struggled the whole time. It was weird for me that my friend masturbated every day while imagining that she was the one tied up, and I was also disappointed that there was no nudity. Later, she explained to me about self-bondage and this was absolutely weird from my point of view but I concluded that “no one’s normal anyway”, and her porn was often strange, but I finally understood it when I was able to see it in real life.
Mariah’s Spectral Fuck Buddy [F20s-30s] (Bondage, Double Penetration, Deep Throating)
(Repost in honor of Halloween 🎃)
Mariah tilted back the glass, and the last drops of wine washed over her lips and down her throat. It was almost time. She set the glass down next to her half eaten dinner and made her way upstairs. When she stepped inside the bedroom, she locked the door behind her, and kicked off her heels.
Next, Mariah undid the zipper down the side of her black, form fitting skirt. She untucked her shirt, quickly undoing the buttons and slipping it off, tossing the white garment onto her lounge chair in the corner. The skirt slid down her legs onto the carpet. She stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor. The clock was ticking. She didn’t have time to make everything nice and tidy.
She undid the clasp of her bra while she padded toward her mirror. It landed on the floor as well, and was quickly joined by her thong.
Mariah examined her reflection in the mirror. She ran her hands down her pale flesh, accented with freckles, caressing the firm round flesh of her breasts. Her hands then reached up to undo her ponytail, letting her thick red hair cascade down her shoulders in a silky display of sensuality.
The Present inside The Box [MF] [Abduction] [Humiliation] [Bondage]
There was a muffled moan coming from inside the large cardboard box.
I suppose this was to be expected. She didn’t know that this was going to be part of the plan. And even though it was definitely a kink she wanted to explore, we were starting to push against the upper limits of real fear and desperation.
I just had a little more work to do before I let her out.
Abduction play is incredibly tricky to pull off. It’s not something that you can just wing and improvise. There’s planning and trying to pick out potential problems.
One of the biggest is always getting your prey from the “hunting grounds” to the “play area.”
First, you need to worry about any well-meaning, civilized person spotting you as you duct-tape up someone’s mouth and wrists, or shove them into a van, or fend off any struggle attempts. A fake kidnapping and a real kidnapping look 100% identical to anyone that doesn’t know the safewords.
Then once they’re wrapped up and in a trunk or the back of a van, you have the problem of getting them somewhere useful.
Owned [M/F] [D/S] [20-40]
It had seemed like a good idea then. Just a few months over the summer, for a years rent and tuition. You’d slept around before, so, what’s the difference really? Why not get a little something out of it? After all, you’d seen the pictures of the house, seen the list of duties. It wasn’t too much. Groceries would be delivered weekly.
Still, when the contract came in the post, as the ink dried in front of you, as you slipped it into the box to be returned… a little prickle of anxiety began to build. As the days crawled past it began to take root, building into butterflies. You checked the mail every day as instructed, and a little wash of warm relief spread over you every time it the box was empty.
You started to wonder if it was all a joke, a prank maybe? After all, who would rent a woman like this? You told yourself this, every morning, as you opened the mailbox, until you believed it.
Until you were certain.
Until you saw it.
Your heart leapt into your mouth. Inside the envelope a letter, and another, smaller package. The letter was made of thick, yellow paper, and handwritten. It addressed you by name.
Winter break fun with my ex gf, Josie [MFF 21] part 20, punishing my gf Amy and ex gf Josie. [light bondage] [CNC]
The next morning, after dinner at Josie’s, I woke up to the sound of Josie and Amy making out. I said, “Hey, where did Amy get that tshirt she slept in, Josie? I’ve been looking for that shirt.”
Josie grinned and nervously said, “uh…I think you left it here one time.”
I said, “I didn’t leave it here. What did I leave your house without a shirt on? You stole it,” and I started pulling it off Amy. Amy was giggling and she held the shirt down so I could not pull it off and said, “No, Jack…stop, you’ll tear it.”
Josie said, “Fine, I stole it at your house”
I said, “I don’t think you guys get how serious this is…you are in real trouble.”
More laughing from the girls.
I said, “Alright, I have had enough. I’m going to have to teach you guys a lesson.” I climbed out of bed and grabbed Amy by the leg, pulling her toward the foot of the bed. Amy squealed and Josie grabbed her arm to help her.