Tag: Bondage

(24f) My boyfriend and I had the cops called on us for fucking too loud [MF]

Well I’m mortified, but I thought you guys might enjoy my embarrassment. This happened just a little while ago. It’s a gorgeous day out so we had the windows open, and we didn’t bother to close them when we started getting into it.

We went at it hard, he had me bound up, collared and leashed as he was fucking me from behind and it felt fucking amazing. I was moaning and groaning, he was spanking the hell out of me, and I was crying out with every slap. To an outside observer, the case could be made that it sounded nonconsensual. Someone called the cops.

Next thing I know there’s pounding on the door and cops demanding to open the door. Holy shit that was scary. We scrambled to get me uncuffed as were telling at them to hold on. But they threatened to break down the door before we could really get decent. So my boyfriend went to open the door and I quickly threw on his shirt.

They were so aggressive! They really thought he was raping me. It didn’t help that I was obviously naked under his shit, wearing a collar, leash, and wrist cuffs. I was so embarrassed. I was basically naked infront of these 4 cops, wearing bondage gear while they interrogated us. Read more »

Things Chage [FFM, 19-23, rape, anal, forced orgasim, light bondage]

Things Change [rape]

“Guys I have to go. I have to finish the project.” Zoya called to her friends. They had all been out to dinner after class,laughing and having a good time. She did have to leave, but not to work on the project, which she finished days ago. No Zoya had to go make money.

As she walked down the lit up streets of the city, she thought about how lucky she really was. Zoya had grown up in a conservative Arab family. It had taken years for her to convince her parents to let her do anything that might be fun. She remembered how she had argued to be allowed to take dance. Her father saying it was improper, her mother being silent and not helping. But finally she was allowed to take ballet. Then she had wanted to go to college to study art and her father screamed at her for days. “Why should you do that. Art is of no use. You should find a man and get married. And no usless artist. Someone who will provide for you, that you can start a family with. I will not pay for tou to waist your life.” After months she convinced him that graphic design will help her get a good job and possibly find someone nice in the business world. But it was her coming out to her parents that had finally freed her. Whore, filth, shame upon shame, and all sorts of other names. Her father had disowned her and she hadn’t talked to anyone in her family for the last 6 months. And they were the best six months of her life. And it was all thanks to Nadia. Read more »

You should have followed the rules. [part1] [M32/F30] [D/S] [bondage] [rough play] [oral] [degration]

She laid on her back waiting… anticipating… the room wasn’t to cold but it was cool enough to cause a shiver to run down her spine and she could feel her nipples harden against the air. She pulled lightly at her restraints testing them. She tried to peak under the blindfold but it was useless. There was nothing but the dark. Her ears strained to listen for any sounds that could tell her where he was in the room. Nothing. But she knew he was there watching her. The idea caused another chill to run through her body. Goosebumps filled her arms and the skin around her nipples tightened even more. She was exposed. Her wrists were restrained to wooden bed posts above her head and her ankles were restrained at the foot of the bed with her legs spread open. Revealing her freshly shaved cunt. She thought back to earlier that morning when she laid in bed watching him sleep. Lightly touching his skin the way he liked. She had seen his morning wood and couldn’t help herself. Her hands ever so carefully slid to his cock and she touched it lightly. He arched his back slightly and let out a small noise of pleasure. She moved her head off of his chest and down to his cock. She put her lips against the tip and again he arched his back. She knew she should wait. That she had to ask permission before playing with his cock but surely he wanted it right? She couldn’t wait took his cock in her mouth. Her pussy grew wet immediately and she slowly went up and down with her mouth pushing it a little deeper each time. When it reached the back of her throat she felt two hands grab her hair and shove her down even further. She pushed back against them unable to breath but he pushed harder and thrust his cock deeper down her throat. Read more »

The Witch Hunter, Chapter VI

Chapter 6 – Too Close for Comfort

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A tiny string of drool connected Therica’s lips to the floor, where it formed a small puddle in front of her eyes. A human would have passed out hours ago, but even she was getting dizzy after hanging directly upside down for so long. Her ankles and legs were bound up together, hanging from the ceiling, her arms folded up in a tight reverse prayer behind her back, a bondage harness tightly squeezing her bare breasts. Weiss was kneeling down in front of her head, and as she slowly rotated on the spot he came completely into view, looking quite grim, which was bad news for her. A bad mood meant more torture and humiliation for her, but this time something was different, he was holding a small vial filled with dark red liquid.

It took her a second to realise what the red liquid was, even though she had used it herself so many times in the past. Her head was a mess, how could he have possibly gotten his hands on that? All the implications slowly dawned on her, this was very bad, horrible even. This just might be the end of her. She failed to hide her dumbstruck expression and he smirked slightly. Read more »

Leased

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 that 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. Read more »

The Rope Bites [Mf] [bondage]

The rope doesn’t bite, not at first.

It feels slightly cool when he lays it on the back of her neck, the two red strands falling to the floor between her bare breasts. He grabs the strands and starts on the first knot, high on her chest. She closes her eyes. It is not the first time they have done this, but the thrill of the unfamiliar is still present. She tries to picture how they must look to an observer, as she is standing there in the living room, naked, her hands high on her head, while he continues to knot his way down her chest and abdomen, still fully dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. His hands brush her skin, her nipples, her thighs, sometimes unintentionally, other times with very clear intent. The sixth knot in the line down her body comes to rest just above her pussy, untouched so far tonight, but already smoldering after his initial kiss and his scrutiny as she shed her clothes. He pulls the strands through her legs; they fit snugly next to her labia and lift her buttocks before he loops them back to the front. She lets out a soft gasp when he tightens them. As the rope snakes its way up her body – front, under, back, twist, back to the front – her breathing slows, the pressure of the harness calming her as it forms against her skin. Even the two strands pressing her pussy together, her inner lips protruding from the tight fit, are as relaxing as they are arousing. He draws the last bit of rope through the loop on the back of her neck, easing the pressure there, before finishing with a bow high on her back, between her shoulder blades. She doesn’t move when he steps away, but keeps her pose, feet apart and hands together on her head. In the silence between her breaths, the butterflies in her stomach slowly come back to life. His plans for her have that effect, even when she doesn’t know them. Because he always has a plan. Read more »

The Art Teacher and the Student The Next Sautrday [FM]

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The Art Teacher and her Student [FM] from gonewildstories

On Friday at the end of class she handed me a note. The note read “we need to talk this weekend”.

It was all the note said. All I got. Inside, I had been a heap all week. She seemed OK, but I think she was struggling too.

Saturday I rallied, I dressed well, crisp 501s, blue western shirt and my cowboy boots. It was 1980s Texas in the wake of Urban Cowboy, sue me. I eschewed cologne. Mom wanted to know where I was going, my only response was “out”. Only reason I know this is that those clothes and that attitude were my go too in the early ’80s (sorry about the attitude mom, RIP).

I arrived and looked up at the second floor apartment. I was gutted. I almost turned for home. Longest 50 yard walk I’d ever made, the weight of the world ate at my shoulders. Read more »

The Tethered Maid [BDSM][femsub][self bondage][fiction!]

Today I am to dust and tidy the main library. The mansion has many rooms and I have not seen them all but the library is among my favorites.

The smells of old paper and furniture polish. The cool calm quiet amid the book lined shelves. The soothing glow of the reading lights. The books themselves, worn and bound with aged leather. Such unusual titles such exotic illustrations.

I wear my maids uniform. A white blouse, black knee length skirt, a starched white maids cap, black stockings and underwear though my brassiere is white so as to not show through my blouse. A black ribbon encircles my throat. I draw the line at a collar when I am working. The collar is for when you have me in the subcellars and then I wear little else.

Whatever the eccentricities of my duties I still have to clean and I am on my feet a lot while I work (except for those times you require me in other positions) so I wear black athletic shoes. As you know I enjoy many forms of discomfort but sore feet is not one of them. Read more »

Plane (F21, F42, M+ all 21+, public, restrained, ENF, dubcon – 6,800 words)

**PLANE**

Story by All These Roadworks (2022).

For avoidance of doubt, all characters in this story are aged 21 and over.

*When Kala loses her clothes on a busy commercial plane flight, she begins a journey of erotic humiliation and public sex.*

**Author’s Note**: This story was originally released in three parts. All three parts appear here.

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**Part 1**

The idea of going without underwear on the long plane flight to Los Angeles had seemed exciting early that morning as Kala was dressing.

Now, as she sat in her aisle seat, feeling herself first pushed down into her seat by the force of take-off, and then briefly, blessedly weightless, she was having second thoughts.

She had clearly caught the favoured flight for business. The man next to her was dressed in a business pants and a button-up shirt, and as soon as the seatbelt sign turned off, he extracted a laptop and began to peck away at some brief or pitch, one keytap at a time. There were two women in blouses and business skirts behind her talking anxiously about “the Redondo meeting”, and across the aisle an older man in expensive tailored clothes was attempting to catch some sleep. Read more »

The Play Thing [MF] [Light Bondage] [M20F48]

The light of the sun was just peaking through the blinds over the window. The smell of lavender filled the air. His eyes were still closed trying to hold on to that last bit of sleep. That’s when he felt the wetness surrounding the shaft of his cock. He felt like he was dreaming still but as he went to move his arms to feel himself, they were restrained. His eyes opened wide as he looked down at the gorgeous woman who was staring back at him. Her dark eyes fixated on his as she took him deeper into her mouth. Before he could even get a word out he moaned lightly. She giggled and licked from balls to the tip and winked. “Good morning, stud.” She began to suck on the tip of his cock licking around where she could as she watched him struggle to get words out. “Have you ever woken up to your cock being sucked?” She’d asked, carefully playing with his balls. Sucking on them as he leaned his head back. Moaning and straining against the rope that held him in place. “I told you I was going to play with you in the morning.” She took the whole of his cock down her mouth. Letting the spit swell up in her mouth before letting it drip down his hard member. She came up for a deep breath and rubbed her spit around the rim of his ass. His eyes widened as she pressed her bow wet finger into his hole and began stroking the soaking wet cock. Read more »