Tag: Bondage

The Sissy Boi Toy At The Fetish Pary

Mistie is away and loaned her slut to me to take with me wherever I go. How are you doing this evening Jim?” I stood there quiet, delicately poised for Mistress Kate listening to her talk to Master Jim. “I am doing quite well, happy you are joining me to the party this evening. Get in and let’s head to the party.” Mistress Kate gently guides me into the limo in the back seat, as Mistress and Master Jim sat across from me.

The ride was fairly quiet for a bit while Mistress and Jim whispered to each other. Some time had passed before Mistress Kate spoke up. “Sissy Boi Toy, Master Jim would like some service before we arrive at the fetish party.” She said this as Jim was opening his pants and taking his hardening cock out. “Now slut, be careful not to make a mess, make sure you swallow all of him. Do not get your dress dirty.” I gently kneeled down in the limo and wrapped my lips gently around his cock sucking it deep into my mouth.
I began sucking his fat hard cock as my own cock came to attention. Mistress Kate opened the limo window so the driver could see what was going on. I whimpered and moaned as I sucked and licked Jim’s cock, caressing his balls with my hand as I pulled out licking his cock like a lollipop. I felt his cock start to throb and pulse so I wrap my lips around it sliding down on his cock in and out pushing his cock deep into my throat. He began to buck his hips fucking my face. Read more »

St. Andrew’s cross

**St. Andrew’s cross**

A special attraction is: To be completely naked with blindfolded eyes and to be visible to everyone on the cross! The sensitive spots are ready to be touched!

Whip, weights and brackets are used!

Touch with hands, mouth or instruments as agreed by the top and then by others! The partner is responsible!

As children we loved to play hide and seek and let ourselves be tied with ropes and most of us hoped to be unleashed again !!

Exactly that occurred to me again and thus for me the St. Andrew´s cross is the BDSM device of the month November. At these temperatures and in our latitudes something for the interior! A must-have among the bondage disciplines and expression of the bondage lifestyle.

I imagine the following nice equipment. A dark room, shackles on the 4 bars and of course people, naked people and everyone is allowed to feel one side or the other, may be top / sadist / gentleman or even just watch if he does not have enough courage or no need to surrender to his desire! Read more »

Why do people like bondage and pain?

**Why do people like bondage and pain?** The chat window opens. Here I am. Inexperienced. Insecure. Curious. Curious about the men. How will they react to a woman who wants more? Will they respect me? Am I a pure object of desire? Are my ideas of bondage absurd? And above all, how will I react?
I am a woman in her mid-twenties, wants more than ordinary sex, cuddling and tender kisses. And again these questions: Am I perverted because I want to be tied up? Because I long for a sweet pleasure pain? Because I no longer want to have relationships that are lost in the routine of everyday life? I’m not a sexy vamp. Just a girl next door. Maybe too simple for the men I’ll meet here? Now I am online. In search of this “more” that I can not even define. Do I want a SM relationship? Or maybe just live me out? May I as a woman say that I want to be tied up? Is it wrong to have the desire to get spanked? May I have bondage and latex fantasies? And while I still think about all this, I’m already written to it. For a brief moment it’s as if my heart stops.
I open the message of the unknown: “You open your eyes and look into the darkness. You feel the chains that fix your body. The mask that covers your face. The clamps in your nipples that make your body throb. Gently sweeps the leather over your skin. Your breath gets faster. Tension seems to tear you. ” Goose bumps. A feeling of pleasure overcomes me. Get caught and excited at once. The adrenaline shoots through my body. For a moment the air is gone. This stranger talks to me from the bottom of my soul. Awakens my desire with his words to life – I want that!
I’m ready. Ready to give me up. To drop. To entrust my longings to this stranger. Entrusting myself to him and delivering myself to him. Feel how bondage captivates my soul and my body. I am full of expectation. Full of desire for the sweet pain. To feel the leather grains on my skin. Tender kisses that cover my body and hard blows that make him shake. The foreign bondage lover lets me immerse myself in a world full of desire, passion and to my astonishment – trust. I get an insight into the world of bondage. An insight that has so little to do with “Fifty Shades of Gray”. My initial curiosity is inspired and seduced. I want to experience this “more”. The men who meet me are different, different from what I thought. Charming. Funny. Witty. Perverse? I don´t know. Not more than me. Is it perverted to admit his inclinations? To live out his inclinations? Not hiding behind social norms? We live out our desire. We are crossing boundaries – not just the supposed boundaries of decency and morality. We are crossing the borders in our heads. The fears that define us. The fears that fix us in everyday life. We live. We suffer. We love.
To put my limits and desires into words makes them come alive – to be experienced. Bondage is no longer just a rough idea of the possible. It’s a fantasy: “I want to deny myself. I do not want to be one of many. I want to enjoy the game of power. Wild. Passionate. Curious. I want you to seduce me. Tying with your eyes. Your lips make me long for your kisses. Determine about my body. Fix me. Take my freedom with leather straps. Press my thighs apart. Bind my arms to the bedhead. Cover my eyes. Touch me, so that I distort myself after you. Cover my skin with hot wax. Let your tongue explore my body. Nibble on my nipples. Let me feel the agony of waiting for you. ” The chat window gives me a look into the dark desires. Bondage Practices, Feminization, D & T, SM Relationships and Varnish, Leather & Latex. There is a whole world to discover and a bit of it myself!
I log out, drive down the notebook and smile. I am a woman in my mid-twenties, longing for sweet pleasure pain, want to get spanked and experience bondage!

Domination of Fate [F, fantasy, bd, NC] Part 1

*This is my first time writing a story like this, CC is welcome. Inspired by a writing prompt. I will be continuing this story once I have more time to do so.*

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Curled in a chair as old as the house it sat in was a young woman. She sat, reading a large book, with one leg tucked underneath her and the other leg flung over the arm, foot drawing lazy circles in the air. The womans long, ebony tresses provided a small blanket about her bare shoulders.

The shadows watched her.

She sat comfortably in the small cone of light cast from a lamp that hung above her head. The light barely cut into the room, but it was more than sufficient for her to read the book. Unnoticed by herself, the women’s foot would draw its circles in a clockwise direction if what she was reading was easy to decipher, and counter clockwise if it was not. Tonight, her foot had spent much more time counterclockwise than the alternative. She would never be able to tell you this.

The shadows noticed. Read more »

Running into my ex at a club leads to my first bondage experience [FM] [Long]

If you’ve read my previous story about taking my friend’s virginity in front of his roommate, this story takes place the weekend after that.

I [F18 at the time] visited my friends at a notorious party school, and to give you some insight on to how aggressive our pregame was: I was chasing vodka shots with a four loko. The plan: go to the local club and have fun! 2 of my exes go to that school and hang around that club, so I begged my friends not to let me talk to them, because when I’m drunk I get horny and I knew if I talked to them, I’d go home with them. They all promised, so we get dressed up and go to the club.

Within 5 minutes, my ex [M18] finds me and we start making out. My leg is up around him, I’m grabbing his face and passionately kissing him as he holds my ass in his hands. Mind you, I’m wearing a very short dress so anyone around us can definitely der up my dress. But do I care? No. I’m drunk and kinda find it even hotter knowing men can see me. Before long we are both horny, and we disappear into the crowd before leaving so my friends don’t see us. Read more »

A Story From Work, Part 2 [M/F] [D/S]

Link to Part One: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8swq7v/a_story_from_work_mf/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8swq7v/a_story_from_work_mf/)

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Nothing happened for almost two weeks. Nothing really changed. Not at work, anyway, where Kristen treated me exactly the way she always had—friendly, flirty sometimes, but with not so much as even a knowing wink about what had happened between us.

Things did change a little bit for me personally, though, if I’m being honest.

Some brief history on me. While I don’t consider myself someone with a huge amount of experience, I’m not exactly helpless with women either. I lost my virginity at a pretty normal age. After that, in college, I had a (small) handful of hookups. One or two of which involved some dates and some romantic feelings. The other one or two being things that just happened at parties. Either way, I’d never been in a serious relationship.

And, more to the point, I’d never experienced anything even close to the intensity of what happened with Kristen in the break room. Compared to anything I’d experienced with women before, what happened with Kristen was like touching a live electrical wire. Read more »

Warehouse Run (a story about kidnapping & sack encasement bondage)

That was it. With a dead end looming ahead, she had nowhere else to run. She was trapped.

“Looks like your time’s up, missy,” Roy smirked as he grabbed Sydney firmly by the arm and spun her around to face him.

She tried to resist him, but she was no match for Roy’s strength — not that it mattered. Willis was close behind his comrade.

“Yeah, you’re cornered,” Willis chuckled, grabbing Sydney’s other arm, finalizing her detainment. “You’re not getting away again.”

“Let go of me!” Sydney screamed, but it was futile. The boys wouldn’t listen, and the nearest pedestrian was miles away. All there was left to do was wait for what came next, and he came just as expected.

Out of the night rolled a black sedan, windows tinted the same color as its menacing paint scheme. Unfortunately, Sydney knew the person inside was even more sinister than the sedan’s presentation.

“Now, now, darling, don’t struggle. You’ll only make it harder on yourself,” Bauer’s gruff voice pierced the night air as he climbed out of the car. Read more »

Pushing boundaries. [MF]

So, I’m not kinky, but I like trying new things and pushing personal boundaries. I recently started dating a kinky guy to help with this boundary pushing.

I arrived to his place and he stripped me down and blindfolded me. He put a collar around my neck and four small, cold, wet(?) ovals on my inner thighs. Soon I felt a few small electric shocks on my thighs. The ovals were some sort of conductor. Then he got out his hitachi vibrator. He massaged my breasts and nipples before moving down. He moved the vibrator near my clit without touching for the longest time. My lust built and built as he brought the vibrator closer and farther over and over.

“I ordered food,” he said “I’d like you to answer the door naked.”

“Fuck,” I breathed “no.”

He smiled. “But you’re my little slut today” he teased “you need to do what I say. If you don’t I might have to punish you.”

I gritted my teeth and raised and my squirmed my hips. He still had the vibrator on me. “Train me like a dog. You wouldn’t beet a dog. How would you teach a dog?” Read more »

Her Made Videos – Penny and I #3 (solo F, mild bondage, pics and video)

The following are a set of short stories of some little gifts Penny has done for me. Videos she has made or pictures she has taken.

1. First time gift

I was working down in the basement office and had lost track of time. The kids were down to bed and I had a few things to do. I turned around as Penny joined me and she gave me our camera and asked me to download the pictures onto my computer. I thought this a bit odd, as she usually asked me to put them on her computer, but I complied not thinking much of it. I asked her what the pictures were of, so that I could create a folder and put it in my file system in the most logical position. At this she blushed, and at that point I noticed that she was more blushed overall. She asked if it was possible to put it somewhere that was impossible to find on my computer. Now I was intrigued. I set up a folder in a general folder and told her that I could move it afterwards as I was now way too curious to know what these photos were. Read more »

[M]y [f]irst bondage and dominance experience

Just stopping by to tell about my first bondage and dominance experience.

I always knew that deep down inside I was a dom. But it wasn’t until I met Sareena two years ago that I realized I loved dominating

A little about me: 5’10”, 205 with an athletic build, short black hair, strong hands.

Sareena was my type: 5’3”, 125, solid thighs, flat stomach, perfectly curved spine, juicy apple bottom, amazing hips, perkiest C-cups you’ve ever caressed, infectious laugh, and eyes as deep as the Mariana Trench. We met through some mutual friends (a story I’ll elaborate on at a later time.)

Sareena and I had been dating for about four months. We were hanging out one Friday night and watching a replay of the CrossFit Games in our living room. It had been an awfully long week and were winding down with some drinks. Read more »