The Morning After the Wine Before [MF] [Light Bondage] [F Oral] [For F]

You wake up from a full nights sleep, feeling very rested. It’s fortunate that you live in warm climates, choosing to sleep naked but still warm through the night. You find arms are above your head, you try to pull them down but you can’t, looking up to your headboard you see your hands have been bound to it.

He did say that he was going to give you a special wake up call one day… maybe this was it. “Good Morning Miss” you look to the side and see him, you’ve known each other for years and were close friends, but recently you’d been having a bit of naughty fun online with him for a while now and loved the adventure, even though you were a few thousand mile away. He’d flown over for a weekend to spend some time with you and you’d spend the night out working through some bottles of wine and laughing away.

Naughty Nora [MF] [bd] [Fsub] [oral]

Most kids stopped believing in Santa Claus at some point. Some never believed in him to begin with. They still celebrate the spirit of Christmas, but there was nothing fanciful or supernatural about it. As adults, they see it as just another holiday, albeit one that involves elaborate decorations and gift giving.

While that shift was understandable to some extent, it came at the cost of something critical to Christmas. A key part of believing in Santa was the idea of him keeping a list, tracking who’d been naughty or nice over the course of the past year. Good kids got presents. Bad kids got a lump of coal. It was a simple, concise morality lesson that often got lost once belief in Santa ends.

Nora Rael-Nagle was among the few who’d clung to it, but for reasons that had nothing to do with childhood nostalgia.

“He’s making a list…checking it twice…gonna find out who’s naughty or nice,” Nora sang playfully. “With girls like me, you don’t need to check twice.”

As she descended the stairs of the opulent home she shared with her very wealthy husband, she hummed various holiday music to herself. It was almost midnight on Christmas Eve, a time when children were most restless. Nora was restless too, but for very different reasons.

Naughty Lists and Full Sacks. (A Truly Inspired Holiday Classic) BDSM.

After an early night in you are tucking yourself into your warm cozy bed. It might be Christmas Eve but “visions of sugar plums” aren’t *exactly* what are dancing in your head. Your head still racing from the exhilarating night out with the girls. You were home *much* earlier than you’d have liked and the frustration was building the more you thought back on the night. Damn Christmas. Damn family gatherings. You hadn’t spent good, quality time decompressing with friends. It was holiday and you all were going to take advantage of that. After a bit of drinking, dancing and laughing you and your friends new it was time to get going. You had to be somewhat responsible and get home early. You had family over at your place for the night and had to be home to let them in. They were counting on you…and you know how tenuous *that* can be.
Of course, as your usual luck would have it a really cute older guy approaches your group and makes immediate eye contact with you. It exudes confidence and you notice *just* a hint of a few wrinkles around his eyes as you are fixated on the glint in them. The crooked little smile he asks if he can buy you one more and moves in closer. Just knowing you wouldn’t possibly say no.
But you *had* to. Again, Damn responsibility. Now as you lie there in bed you think about that confidence. You imagine where his hands would have gone first once he inevitably got you back to his place. Where you’d have wanted to place yours. His hips pressing closer to yours. It’s all you can take to not slide your hand down inside your pj’s. You don’t want the horror of waking up a parent. You don’t exactly trust your self to be quiet. It’s not really like it’s that easy to feel all that sexy in your Christmas pj’s. For fucks sake, they make you feel like your 12 again. But it’s not like you can exactly prance around in what you normally go to bed. Slowly you nod off…..

First time using restraints with my wife [MF]

My wife and I have discussed briefly about her being tied up during sex hit have never acted on it until recently. I had bought a bondage kit with wrist, ankle restraints, and a blindfold from a popular adult website. When it came in she was a little hesitant to try it but one day I set it up while she was out shopping. We had plans to go to dinner that night which typically entails drinks. When we get back to town, we typically stop off at the house before picking up the kids for some adult time.

We had gone in and went upstairs and she was pleasantly surprised to see what I had prepared earlier in the day. I gave her a deep kiss and suggested she get naked. She gladly complied. To my surprise she wasn’t wearing any panties under her dress so she was there in her bra only. I helped her undo it thus freeing her sexy large tits, her nipples already hard. I came up behind her and put the blindfold in which she didn’t expect. I slowly guided her sexy, naked body to the edge of the bed and lied her on her back. I strapped her wrists, arms apart spread and her ankles with her legs spread showing her perfect pussy.

Blindfolded, Bound, and [F]ucked

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Trigger Warning: Rape Fantasy

This is a story about a nonconsensual roleplay carried out between my boyfriend and I. We have agreed upon a safeword (and a safe signal just in case), and ground rules before doing it.

Also, real rape is horrible and should never be glorified.

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I’m a girl in her early twenties, have a fantastic man in my life who’s slightly older than myself. We’ve been dating for nearly two years, and one day we decided to try out a long time fantasy of mine.

If you need a mental image – I’m a 5’5” blonde with green eyes, shoulder-length ponytail, thin and petite, used to dance ballet (Royal Academy of Dance) semi-seriously.

English is not my first language, and I’m always happy to receive any critique.

Now on to the story.

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Darkness enveloped me. I could feel the silky texture of the blindfold pressed against my eyes, encasing me in a world of pitch blackness. I tried to scream for help, but only a muffled cry escaped my gagged lips.

Team Homan Wins a “special” prize [FFFFf][Bondage][spanking][caning][BDSM][Group sex][Curling]

If you follow my blog, you know I can get pretty dirty. But there is one secret I have not shared, I have a thing for curlers. Now I know what you are thinking, what is there to like about curlers. But I am not speaking of your average club curler, I am talking of the teams on the Grand Slam of Curling, in this case Team Homan. They are young, fit and really cute. Next time you see a game on look into their eyes as they slide out of the hack. The passion and intensity is clear, it is easy to imagine those same eyes walking towards me in the bedroom. So I came up with this fun little scenario.

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Jess could hear voices coming up the hallway. She wondered when they would arrive, the game ended 3 hours ago and the customary round of drinks had been over for a while, other rounds of drinks had followed in celebration. Team Homan had won the event, and she waited patiently for them to return to the room. She was nervous and excited, knowing the evening would be spectacular, but not knowing what you expect. You see, this very private event came with a special prize. The use of a slut for the night of the victory and Jess was the lucky girl.

The Cost of Medicine[MF][bd][reluc]

$15,000 per month… That was the cost of the medicine. After nearly dying to cancer the latest gene therapy saved my life. One month I was on death’s door, the next I was perfectly healthy, as long as I kept taking the medicine. The doctor gave me two months to live tops if I stopped.

The first thing to be sold was the car, a used audi was worth a month of life. Then came most of the furnature, that was another month. The housing market was down, so after the mortgage and fees, selling the house only gave me 3 months. I had nothing left to give, no job, no house, no money, a gofundme page sitting at $15, I begged the doctor and managed to get one additional treatment but was told that they could not afford to give it to me for free. I thought I was dead, then I got a call from missy. Missy was my ex-boyfriends fiance. Actually, she was my ex-fiance’s fiance. Daren and I had been together several years ago. He was wonderful in so many ways, he even understood that I wanted to save myself until marriage. We loved each other deeply and when I started walking down the isle I really meant to marry him, loose our virginity together and have a life together, I really did. But then I got the worse case of cold feet, and I ran. Ran from the wedding, ran from him, ran from our relationship. Since then I have only ever talked to him twice on the phone.

[M+F anal bi bd cuck] Dom Wife Takes Charge

She wrapped the blindfold around my head without hesitation; I felt the knot tightening catching a few of my hairs, but I didn’t mind. The blindfold worked and I saw nothing now. She pushed me back onto the bed and pulled my right arm to the side, again I felt the tightening knot across my wrist tighten, then the same on my left. I could not lift my arms now more than a few inches from the mattress. She placed her hands on my naked chest and pushed herself off me. My cock started to twitch. The ball gag landed in my mouth catching me by surprise as she tied it at the back of my head. I could not speak, I could not move and could not talk. My cock was hard.

I heard the sounds of something happening, doors opening and closing and the distinct sound of clothes falling to the floor. I heard the voices of the guys my wife had found. Three of them, I thought I would cum just knowing they were there looking at my naked body tied down, blindfolded and gagged ready for them to do anything they wanted and more importantly anything that she told them. I ached for them to touch me, to have me!

A lovely evening…. a bdsm/bondage story. [FFFFFM]

The party had wound down, but the girls lingered finishing their drinks on the 55th floor terrace. The lights of New York twinkled around them.

“So glad we decided to have a girls weekend in New York. What better way to get to know each other?” exclaimed Ceci.

They had stumbled across the art opening exhibiting erotic bondage photos on fetlife. It was just a coincidence it happened to be on the weekend they were in New York. The location provided a superb setting to enjoy some wine and admire the lovely rope work so artfully captured in the photographs.
Shunshine gazed at a black-and-white photograph of a woman suspended with red rope from the ceiling. “I wonder what it would feel like to be bound in that manner,” she asked almost to herself.

“Would you like to find out?” His deep strong voice startled her.

All five women spun around to see who had spoken. The first thing Bella noticed was his dark suit against the contrast of his ginger beard.

“Well, I’m waiting. Would you?”

[F] first step to becoming a hotwife – following orders whilst hubby is away.

So hubby and I have talked about sharing me for a while but my insecurities and body conscious issues have always been a barrier.

Recently hubby was working away and gave me a few rules, he would message me with a task and I would obey….

Knowing my insecurities he gently eased me into things and for this story, he didn’t go too far with me so you may be a little disappointed, but hopefully not too disappointed and I apologise for the length of the post, I’m a woman of many words lol.

It started simply enough, driving home from work and my phone starts buzzing, I just know its going to be my first instruction and despite the fear building in me, my body betrays me as I feel an excited hotness in my crotch spreading upwards, through my stomach and finally up to my nipples which tingle in anticipation of what he may want me to do.

Barely parked I grab my phone, terrified yet aroused beyond belief. Reading the message I’m relieved yet nervous at its content.