Tag: Bondage

The Voting game [caution][peril][no sex][breathplay]

**This is an unfinished work; 95% complete but lacking a finished end and still needs edited for spelling/grammar/final polishing.**

**Disclaimer: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. Read it, don’t do it!**

I wasn’t sure what to expect from a title like that, but I clicked anyway. I was surprised to find myself directed to a livefeed, one of those with the live chats on the side. The video was black at first, with a simple countdown in the center of the screen. Apparently whatever I had clicked on was due to start in 6 minutes and change. I went back to the reddit tab; this message had only been posted 4 minutes ago.

*Here’s how this will work, Reddit! began the message, held steadily in front of the camera.*

The card was pulled aside and standing there, head bowed, was a woman. Slight of body with long, curly chestnut hair falling loosely over her shoulders, it was hard to tell her age. Her posture was demure, her hands clasped in front of her, feet together with toes pointed foreward. She wore a shin-length floral print skirt, loose and fluttering lightly in what might have been a breeze or might have been barely contained shivers of…what? Anticipation? Nervousness? Excitement? Read more »

How I [M] ended up spending an evening mummified and teased by my girlfriend [F] – Part 2

[Continued from my previous post.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/el8k5b/how_i_ended_up_m_spending_an_evening_mummified/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

The first thing I tried was flexing my shoulders. Nothing gave. Maybe my hips? Nothing – the wrap had sealed entirely to my body. I tried to pull my legs apart, the last bit of hope I had if I wanted to escape. Again, nothing.

The only part of me able to move was the only part of me exposed above my wrapping – my erect cock, which bobbed and twitched with each of my struggling movements.

“Aww…” my girlfriend mocked, rubbing some lube into her palms, “do you think he wants to be played with?”

I didn’t get the option of an answer as her warm, lubed-up hands wrapped themselves around my cock, eliciting a half-gasp, half-moan from my bound form. Her gentle teasing set me panting already.

“I can’t… I can’t break out.” I spat out between strokes.

She didn’t even look up at me, continuing her rhythm. “I know. That is the point, isn’t it?”

I could only moan again, throwing my head back in frustration and continuing to flex at the cling wrap keeping me firmly in its grip. Read more »

Spring Break, Day 1 [MF] [bd] [romance]

Day 1
My flight got in late, but with spring break just starting delayed travel was expected. I worked my way through the terminal towards the baggage claim. I saw him before he saw me. Drake’s back was turned with his nose buried in his phone. I crept as quietly as I could, silently stalking, then with a war cry, I lept onto his back.
“Hi!” I almost shouted.
“Jesus, Charlie! You trying to kill me?” He said, laughing and pulling me in for a hug. “How was the flight?”
“Long and boring. And I’m starving!”
“Rosie’s?” He offered.
Normally I’d jump at the chance, but the long, cramped plane ride had me feeling agitated and uncomfortable. “Eh. What about take out and we’ll just hang out at your place?”
“No worries, dude. Rosie’s will be there.”
Drake grabbed my bag, slinging it over one of his broad shoulder, and lead me to his car. Read more »

How I ended up [M] spending an evening mummified and teased by my girlfriend [F]

Looking back, I really feel like age 18-20 was one of the horniest, most depraved periods of my life to date. With a then-long term girlfriend, we not only fucked any chance we got, but also started to experiment with whatever weird and wonderful kinks we could fulfil on our student budgets.

One such evening, I’d brought up the idea of mummification with my girlfriend – tight, head to toe bondage that could be achieved with only cling film, duct tape and a hairdryer. I’d watched some porn of a poor model being teased and tortured with a vibrator like that a few evenings prior, and desperately wanted to see my girlfriend all trussed up and frustrated like that.

She however, had concerns about how intense it all looked – “If you go first, you can do it to me later” I remember her compromising. It seemed like a fair deal, and I was quietly confident that worst coming to worst, a thin layer of cling film wouldn’t be too difficult to break out of. It was agreed then, that I’d be the first to be experimented on. Read more »

The best birthday, pt3 [MF] [swing] [bd] [oral] [exh] [Mdom] [mast]

It turned out it was about 1 by this point and so I went and showered while Monica and Erica gossiped and picked out an outfit for my dates. I’d set them up at a hotel with a nice bar and restaurant which was a 5 minute cab ride or a half hour walk away. Once I was ready I still had time to walk there at a leisurely pace in the glorious sunshine and get there in time for my first date at 2.

Both my dates came from an app. My first date was Rita and I knew she was a sure thing. She’d even offered to send me nudes when we were chatting “so that I’d know what I was going to be getting myself into”, but I’d told her I didn’t want to unwrap my present before my birthday. In what I had to admit was a nice touch she’d tied a green bow around her dress in reference to that conversation. Read more »

The best birthday, pt2 [MF/not entirely binary] [swing] [bd]

Monica put on a dressing gown and threw one to me, and went to answer the door. I knew it was Erica because only Erica would have done what Erica did next and just walk straight in to the bedroom with a breezy “hi” and sit down on our sweat soaked sheets and start chatting with us both as though it was one of the most natural things in the world.

Erica was one of our oldest friends. She had introduced us to each other, and then – not much later shortly after a drunken threesome – she had introduced us to polyamory and guided us through our first hesitant steps into poly and later fetish life. Years later, but still most of a lifetime ago, we had been part of, and later all of, a polycule. She had even moved in with us for a while and we had lived as a ménage à trois. That hadn’t worked out but we had remained firm friends and occasional fuckbuddies (both separately and together) ever since. Read more »

The best birthday, pt1 [MF] [bd] [oral] [anal] [swing references]

I woke up, as I’d half guessed I would but was still thrilled to realise, to the firm pressure of my wife’s lips on my cock. Still half asleep and feeling contentedly entitled (well it was my birthday) I lay there passively, my else still closed, as she worked away, eventually sending a lazy hand down under the blankets to stroke her hair as I blew some quiet kisses her way, before slumping back into relaxed arousal. I don’t know how long she’d been working it but she gave the best blow jobs of anyone I knew and it didn’t seem long in my foggy state before I was ready to blow. I knew she’d gladly swallow me, but I was turned on by the idea that she had to and so I sent the lazy hand back down again to press gently on the back of her neck and hold her head onto me as I came.

She crawled up the bed and nuzzled into my neck, I wrapped my arms around her and – it seems – fell back to sleep. Read more »

Summer’s Second Trip (NC, gang bang, bondage, BDSM, cum play, rope play, nipple torture)

(This is a different story but with the same character. I was very busy during the new years, and didn’t get to continue Summer’s story. So I figure I get her to another series of events, with the last one taking place a few years ago.)

*It had been two years since Summer’s ordeal. After a week of captivity, the captors had released our young Summer on the side of the road. She was treated, hospitalized and had undergone intensive therapy to overcome her trauma. Two years in and she was fine. Or so she told everyone.*

*Summer now works on an ocean liner. She finds that the mobility that comes with such a job allows her to remain anonymous. On land, she was the famous sex slave. Her name and face plastered all over the news. She had book deals. On open and international waters, no one in the past six months she’s been employed as a hotel manager on the cruise knew who she was. Perhaps they did, but they couldn’t care less. There was more fun to be had with alcohol and parties than rallying focus on a girl who was kidnapped.* Read more »

Harry Potter and the Witcher Chronicle – Chapter 5 – MFF, Crossover, Phillipa Eilhart, Ida Emean aep Sivney Rough, Minor Bondage, Creampie, Slutty Elf, Eating Ass, Harry Potter.

Happy New Years!

Harry immediately knew something had gone wrong with the portal. From what Phillipa had said, they were supposed to have appeared at an elvish throne room where they would find an elf named Francesca Findabair. When they appeared, however, all he saw was a nicely furnished tent that had all the makings of a scholar’s residence. It reminded him of Dumbledore’s office for a moment before he realized they were not alone. A lovely redheaded woman stood up from an ornate wooden chair, her eyes narrowing at him.

“Who are you?” The elf’s voice was anything but friendly. Harry was about to reply when Phillipa shook her head and waved her hand.

“Quickly, Harry, grab her before she can cast a spell!” Phillipa called out. Harry didn’t hesitate and quickly moved in on the elf. She tried to run but he suddenly grabbed her arms and locked them behind her back. Secure in his grips, Ida was unable to cast a spell before Phillipa cast her magic in the tent to block the sage’s attempts at fighting them off.

“Phillipa Eilhart?” The redhead woman said as Harry held her up against his body. Read more »

Bliss Part 4[non-con][FF][drug use]

Shannon looked out her kitchen window to see Dana standing by her pool. Vicky had gone to see a friend, and Shannon was alone in the house. Dana looked around to be sure that none of her neighbours were in their yards to see her, and when she was sure she was alone, she untied her bikini top and let her bathing suit drop to the ground. She slipped her bottoms down slowly over her ass and kicked them aside.

Shannon’s eyes were wide, and her jaw agape, as she watched Dana skinny dip in her backyard pool. The sun light bounced off the surface of the water, and Shannon could see her neighbour’s curvy form flexing and waving beneath the blue ripples.

She had no idea how long she had been watching Dana, but when the curvacious woman finally emerged from the water, she felt herself walking toward the back patio door. It was as if she wasn’t in control of her movements, she walked out to her yard and as she approached the short hedge that separated her yard from Dana’s, she followed in silence behind Dana as the oblivious woman made her way back into her house. Read more »