Tag: Bondage

Cupping Therapy and Tentacle Marks [bondage, anal play, cupping, body art]

By J.K. Jones

My wife Zara was a little restless last Sunday afternoon. I was sitting back on our bed, propped up and half reading a garbage Tom Clancy novel, and half watching some awful movie on Youtube, when Zara came walking into the bedroom and hopped onto the bed beside me. There was a flashing gleam of mischievousness in her dark brown eyes, and as she pushed aside her long black hair, she smiled, and set down a large black rectangular case, on the bed between us.

I raised an eyebrow at her. Read more »

Daddy [bondage] [submission] [collars]

After school, I waited downstairs by the car like he told me too. A long trench coat kept the rain off my body but kissed my face with tiny drops. Looking back at the door I saw him running to the car to let me in. I sat in the back wondering where he is taking me. The front seat was for good girls only and I had been so bad. He looked in the mirror at me with a stern face while driving . I became shy, putting my head down while fumbling with the straps of my purse. The car came to a stop which made me peer out the rain soaked window. Beautiful lights sparkled like diamonds as I began to assume our whereabouts.

My daddy escorted me from the car then placed a rhinestone collar around my neck. I looked in his eyes with a slight smile as he gave me the good girl collar. Daddy likes to give punishment for bad behavior which is a whole night of nipple pinching and paddling. I knew I had done something bad yet he flashed me a smile then grabbed the leash. Read more »

The Driver [MM] [bd] [humil] [ds] [exhib] [mdom]

Dear blog,

I was getting to the end of my shift today. Only two more stops, ending the bus route on the outskirts of town, with what I thought was an empty bus, when I was distracted by a clicking noise, as from a camera. I threw a glance to the back, and spotted a hand holding a cell phone, a young man taking selfies of himself. A shift in my seat, and from a different angle in the mirror I spotted his pants around his ankles.

I slammed the breaks, drove the bus into a side road, hit the override button to lock the doors, and got up from my seat to tell the exhibitionist off. In the front of my uniform pants a half voluntarily chub had started building, but I tried not to pay to much attention to it.

It had reached a raging stage when I reached him, a slender little twink with Snapchat open on his phone, undoubtedly pasting himself on the screens of whomever asked for it. I tried getting eye contact, but his eyes were glued to my crotch. Read more »

Bondage time and first G spot orgasam… [MFM]

My ex and I experimented a lot. Basically, at my request. This ex was my first boyfriend (the one in the DP story). I was just a kinky chick trying to do as much experimenting with sex as possible.

I always loved the idea of being tied up and fucked. So when the bf and I had made plans to hang with of my regular 3some guys, I proposed that they tie me up to my bed (I had a twin 4 post bed). Also I wanted to be blindfolded. I must have made both of their days, the looked like kids in a candy store. Today we were not in a hotel, but my bedroom in my parents house and people were home. I shoved a chair under the door knob making a make shift lock. The TV was on, so it sounded like we were all just watching a movie. (This happened about a year into out relationship, so I was 19 at the time). Read more »

My Husband Wants Me To Pose Nude and Masturbate For Him and His Friends – Pic and Erotic Story [F38] [Exhibitionism] [Masturbation] [Bondage]

The [ORIGINAL STORY](https://imgur.com/TrfzmUr) with a nice pic is posted here on Reddit. [YOU CAN VIEW IT HERE](https://imgur.com/TrfzmUr)

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I am a real US Airline flight attendant but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am an addicted exhibitionist.

My husband knows and understands this and has supported me in acting out my exhibitionist fantasies on my layovers.

But he really surprised me recently by arranging a party with his friend who owns a machine shop just north of the San Antonio airport. When I asked him what that had to do with me, he told me I was to be the entertainment.

“And what does your friend think I’m going to do to entertain and who is going to be at this party?”

He said, “I told him how sexy you can be when you do certain things. I let his imagination fill in the rest but I want you to do this – for yourself and for me. I fantasize about showing you off and, come on, the exhibitionist in you will love it.” Read more »

[FF] Fulfilling a bondage fantasy (part 3)

This is the final part of a story I started [here](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dl1ymz/ff_fulfilling_a_bondage_fantasy/) and continued [here](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dll8cr/ff_fulfilling_a_bondage_fantasy_part_2/), about the first time I explored a partner’s bondage and sensory-deprivation kink.

…she stops shaking and I move my head away to kiss and nibble on her thighs, and I can taste her wetness on my lips as I flop down next to her and start running my damp fingers across her thighs and belly. I stop and ask if she needs a break, but I remember that she can’t hear me with her headphones on and I decide that she *does* need a break, and I sit up and straddle her again.

I move my lips to hers and I’m kissing her so softly at first, and then I’m moaning and sliding my tongue against hers, kissing her harder and faster because it’s the only way I can think to let her know how turned on I am from just watching her cum for me. I know she can taste me on her lips, and the thought of that turns me on even more, and I run my fingers up her sides and cup her face in my hands. I run my finger gently across her lips and she sticks her tongue out to take it in her mouth again, but I gently push down against her chin and she gets the message. I want her to open her mouth for me. Read more »

Anxious Homemakers: Part 2

Monday. 10:45 a.m. Claire Willis and Rachel McGilll were having coffee as usual in Claire’s dining room. Claire was telling Rachel about how a neighbor’s exclusive handbag was actually a cheap knockoff.

As Claire explained, “So she says, I bet it was $10,000. And I say I bet she didn’t spend ten bucks. And she says, no way,and I say, way. And she says, how can you tell? And I say, you can totally tell by the stitching. And…”

Rachel’s cellphone interrupted Claire’s story.

“Sorry.” Rachel said with a sheepish smile. Claire frowned and sipped her coffee while Rachel checked the caller’s number.

“Sorry got to go.” Rachel declared abruptly.

“Hey!” Claire objected but Rachel was out the door in an instant.

“She’s been acting real crazy recently.” Claire mused as she went to her front window to see where Rachel was going. She went into Dr. Don’s house across the street.

“Oh that ho!” Claire laughed. “I’ll surprise her and the doc when they’re getting it on. Let me time this right. Five minutes chit chat. Two minutes to strip. Ten minutes for foreplay. Strike that. The doc has got to be a slow mover—15 minutes for foreplay. So I’ll give them roughly 30 minutes and start banging on the door. That will scare them totally shitless.” Read more »

Anxious Housewives: Part 1

Claire Willis and Rachel McGill did not have much in common. Claire was a trophy wife; Rachel had married her college sweetheart. Claire was outgoing and gregarious. Rachel was the shy and reserved type. Claire liked expensive clothes; Rachel mostly wore t-shirt and jeans except when she was going out on the town. Despite these differences, they shared one important thing in common. They were trapped in a seemingly never-ending cycle of domestic routine. They got up, made breakfast, exercised, showered, had lunch, volunteered at a local charity, made dinner, had dinner, watched TV and went to bed. They did the same things day after day. If their husbands were home, they were worked into the routine. Since their husbands were rich high-powered businessmen, they often weren’t around and Claire and Rachel’s routine, more often than not, stayed the same.

Since Claire and Rachel did mostly the same things, they came to be friends and commiserated over their mundane existences and their frustration with those mundane existences. This commiseration usually took place over coffee about 10:30 am.

It was this frustration over their boredom that one day caused Claire to make a stunning declaration over this coffee. Read more »

I do have to say I miss those days..back in my early 20’s. How I went from Slut to Dirty Slut my first [MFM] threesome with DP

I apologize for thr long post, but I promise it is a good read.

So to give some background…I’ve always been a very sexual creature. I only dated my first boyfriend to loose my virginity. (Turned into a hot mess of a relationship, but not a story for this forum).

Well anyway this story takes place towards the end of that relationship. I was 22 at the time.  However I feel like i need to give some context first. As I mentioned, I only dated said boyfriend to loose my virginity. When we were dating for about 6 months, he cheated on me. So I told him, listen we don’t need to break up, but I’ve never been with any one else, so how do I even know what I’m missing. So he agreed to let me sleep with his bestfriend (I had choice in the matter, and I picked him specifically). We wound up having a threesome, in the back of his car. (I wound up not sleeping with that friend of his again until many years later). But that incident was what opened the flood gates, so to speak. We would have these “hotel parties” , that were basically just a bunch of us friends getting together to fuck. It was a great set up for me, I was able to get variety without stepping out of the relationship. It varied from swaping with other couples, to me just getting it on with other dudes, while my boyfriend watched. Some were one off’s and others were regular fucks. The only limit was no kissing on the mouth..no french kissing, other than that all bets where off. Including bondage, being blindfolded, use of toys. Read more »