Tag: Bondage

A New Christmas Toy – Part 2 [M/F][Bondage]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a9v9q2/a_new_christmas_toy_fffm/)

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Kirsty’s eyes widened as the large frame of her husband lumbered into the living room. Curly black hair rolled lackadaisically over his forehead, unkempt from his night of rest. Messy, to be sure, but the messiness brought out an extra edge of masculinity in his face. The white T-shirt that he had worn to bed was barely enough to cover his wide chest. Rippling biceps and forearms sprung from his sleeves as if sculpted by Michaelangelo himself.

Even after years of marriage, Kirsty couldn’t help but blush at the sight of him. It was no wonder all the young secretaries at Dean’s law practice threw themselves at his feet. Who could blame them?

Dean was clearly surprised at the scene before him. No doubt, he had anticipated many things about this Christmas morning, but seeing his wife trussed up and gagged without a shred of clothing to cover her naked body was unexpected to say the least. Her hands and feet were bound tightly with rope. A strand pulled her knees into a bent position so that she was laid flat on her stomach in a hogtie. A single red ball was wedged between her lips. Read more »

All I Want For Christmas (M/F, bondage, first-person)

You open your eyes and immediately realize something is wrong. The dim light coming from the window is not the gray of dawn, but the red of dusk. As your eyes clear you realize you are in an unfamiliar apartment; the sparse bedroom furnishings spark no recognition. You realize that you’re wearing a dark green satin nightgown, the lace at the hem tickling your thighs just above the nude-colored thigh-high stockings covering your legs, accentuating their shapely form. You definitely weren’t wearing this when you went to bed the night before. But this is the least of your problems, as those same legs are tied tightly together by leather straps at your ankles, calves, and thighs. Additional straps are holding your wrists around your waists, and pinning your arms to your sides at your forearms and just above your elbows. You try to speak, to voice a protest, but your string of curses are stymied by a thick leather strap gag tightly secured in your mouth.

You hear a rustling of paper to your right, and look over to see me sitting in an armchair across the room setting a book down on a nearby table. I’m fairly nondescript, average height and build with short dark hair and a clean-shaven face. I’m wearing a dark red button-down dress shirt, gray slacks, and black leather dress shoes. Read more »

Giving My Man His Birthday Fuck [FDom, Msub, bd, Cos Play, Pseudo Rape, Electric Stimulation, Potential Pregnancy, Pikachu]

We fucked until I felt bruised last night. Eventually, I feel asleep exhausted next to your warm body. You lay awake for I had no idea how long, your arms splayed out, bound to the bedposts. Your legs were wide apart, ankles chained and bound. The melted wax on your chest hairs must have hurt as you lay helpless and I know your skin was red.

I cuddled closer and you would probably have asked me to free you, but the gag made it hard for you to do anything but utter inarticulate moans and cries. Earlier, as I slowly hurt and fucked you, I had admired the strength of your bound body. The width of your shoulders and flat, muscular belly that you possessed. I flashed back to playing volleyball on the beach with you before we retired to our Jamaican resort.

You wore a green band that indicated you could drink and eat as much as you wanted while you were here. But the truth was, I had too much fun controlling what you ate and drank to let you really enjoy the unlimited pleasures of this Jamaican resort. Read more »

Tied and waiting for [m]y wi[f]e

My wife and I have a fairly good sex life. For a variety of lifestyle reasons we don’t always have sex as often as we might like, but we remain intimate and when the right opportunities arise we like to make the most of them. We’ve recently been experimenting with light bondage and bought some restraints which now remain attached to our bed (out of sight, no need to alarm kids or visitors). My wife, we’ll call her Emma for this story, also likes to tease me.

Usually this teasing takes the form of rubs, touches, kisses, whispers etc throughout the day. At times I’ll find myself in a semi aroused state all day. Usually it ends with a long and slow evening of sex. We’ve both realised we enjoyed this prolonged teasing – her for the control, and me for the long lasting state of arousal and foreplay. We’ve talked about an extreme version of it and recently had a chance to explore this idea.

The kids were staying with their grandparents and my wife had a party to go to – I was invited but not actually keen on attending. So I was staying home with nothing planned. Read more »

[FM, Pet Transformation, Low-Sex, Consensual to Reluctant, bondage, F-Sub] From Wife to Pet, Part I

I fantasized about being a carefree, well-trained bitch. I didn’t share my fantasies with anyone. The truth is my desire to be a dog was more than a silly fantasy. I’d gone to counseling for a while, but it didn’t work out. He’d been out of graduate school for three or four years and couldn’t get his mind around the depth of my desire to be a furry canine. Later, I found comfort with other people who “got me.”

Men and women who shared my desire to leave normality behind. My connection with other furries made me happy. It was far better for my mental health than counseling. But even then, I slowly began to realize that my desire to surrender my girlhood in favor of a canine life was more extreme than most people, even those in the furry community. Then I met Paul.

He didn’t want to be a canine. He wasn’t a furry. But oh, he got me. We met at a convention. We connected immediately. We dated for six months before we got married. Paul didn’t want me to work. He set up cameras, so he could monitor me when he was at work. Read more »

So[m]e [bondage] and [anal] [f]un on Christmas Eve. [MF][26/21]

My girlfriend Avery is from Australia, and this is her first Chrismas away from home. For background, she’s 21 and 5’10, I’m 26 and 6’0. She was upset that this was going to be her first Christmas without her family, so I knew that I was going to have to do something special for her. I’m the type of guy who likes to plan these things out in advance, not so much that I know every detail of what I’m going to be doing, but enough that I’ll have a game plan.

I knew that the most important thing was going to be to make sure that we were both very relaxed, so I invited Avery to come shower with me. She knew bits and pieces of my game plan (you kind of have to for anal, you can’t just surprise a girl with it), but didn’t know exactly what I planned on doing. She loves when I put shampoo on my hands and run my fingers through her hair. The idea here, and men take note, is to make sure that we both feel the intimacy that comes with washing each other and to make sure that we both know that we love each other. I soaped up her body, but this was not a sexual shower. Even though we definitely both got excited, this was about undergoing the slow process of relaxing every muscle in the body. Read more »

Holiday Three-Way [MFF] [prost] [bd]

“Are you ready for your favorite holiday tradition, my love?” asked the sexiest, most loving voice in the world?

“I’m ready, Erin,” replied an excited Benjamin Alanzo. “I’m so goddamn ready!”

“I can see that,” she laughed. “You’re more excited than usual.”

“What can I say? I’m full of Christmas spirit!”

Ben laughed along with his beautiful wife, Erin. He couldn’t help but be a little giddy. It was Christmas Eve. It was snowing outside. Tomorrow morning, they were going to spend the day with his parents where they would open presents, drink eggnog, and celebrate the holiday. However, that was only his second favorite tradition. His most favorite was just about to unfold.

“Um…can we take the blindfold off now?” said another female voice that sounded more humored than excited.

“Sure! I think we’ve kept him waiting long enough,” said Erin playfully. “Would you like to do the honors?”

“Is that also part of the tradition?”

“It is, actually. Go ahead! Share it with us.”

The other woman sounded both curious and intrigued. That was to be expected. He and Erin understood that their idea of a “holiday tradition” varied considerably compared to most married couples. Whereas some visited grandparents or baked gingerbread cookies, he and Erin opted for something a little kinkier. Read more »

D.I.Y. – (M on F bondage, forced orgasms)

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what she looked like. A woman in her thirties lying face down on a rose print duvet. Wrists and ankles cuffed and chained to a ring leaving her hogtied. A vibrator strapped to her thigh, it’s head pressed hard against her cunt. What must she look like? A mess. A dripping shaking slutty mess who had already come twice and was building up to a third. The thought of anyone actually seeing her like this was shocking. The idea that someone might walk through the bedroom door and behold her sweaty body panting and straining against the straps sent a hot flush all the way through her. But nobody would. Nobody was here. Which of course was part of the problem. This was supposed to be a special weekend. The time she had planned to reveal her kinky soul to Mark. Her husband, bless him, was wonderful in so many ways but had never shown any inclination to be adventurous in bed. And she had never gotten up the nerve to introduce to him any of her wilder fantasies. Until just recently when frustration had overruled embarrassment for once and she had ordered a box of restraints and toys. When they had arrived after a couple of mornings nervously waiting by the door for delivery, she had asked Mark to keep this weekend free for just the two of them. He had happily agreed and she had impatiently waited for the day when she could sit him down and ask if he would like to tie her up. Use toys on her while she lay helpless. Maybe even spank her. She was prepared for him to apologise and tell her it wasn’t really his thing. What she hadn’t been prepared for was for him to leave before she even got the chance to ask. He’d received a text from work asking if he could “just pop over and take a look at something for us. Shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours”. Read more »

At a casting call with my friend [FFM]

About three months before all this happened my friend Annie and I hooked up for the first time after a concert. You can read it in my history. Annie and I had gotten very comfortable with each other – we’d been friends forever – and one day when we’re leaving the gym and walking back across campus she tells me about how a few nights ago she met a guy at a party who does casting calls for porn and he gave her a card. She then tells me how she’s always wanted to do porn and she thinks it would be really empowering and the money is amazing and all this stuff the guy told her. I’m kind of hesitant.

We get back to the dorms and she shows me his card, it’s pretty nondescript, but I google the company and it’s a legitimate, but very small actual porn studio that does online stuff, mostly fetish and custom videos, and they have a whole member section for movies focused on individual girls. I call the number on the website and it’s a recording that eventually I’m able to press buttons to and get to a real human and I ask if Brad works there. I’m told yep, he’s a producer and I say I’ll call his cell in a panic and hang up. Read more »

The chair (Bondage, power exchange, toys)

The Chair

It was a lazy Sunday as per usual.  I was just sitting on the couch putting in some much-needed downtime playing Mario Kart on my SNES.  Jesi decided to hit the local market and would probably go to Whole Foods to get something for dinner.  That was her normal Sunday routine. If I was lucky, maybe we’d fool around a little tonight.

    It wasn’t long before I heard her keys in the door.  I got up to help her in and put the stuff away. Oddly enough, there weren’t any Whole Foods bags or veggies from the market.  Just one bag, and I didn’t recognize it.

“What’s in here?” I asked, reaching for the mysterious bag.

“Never you mind, it’s a surprise!”  She jockeyed the bag just out of my reach.  This only served to arouse my suspicion more.  Go back to your game, I’ll let you in on it shortly.

“OK!” I went back to my games, but I surely paid attention to what was going on.  She disappeared into the bedroom, and in a few minutes came out and dragged a chair from the table into the room with her. Read more »