Tag: Bondage

Late nights (part I) [MF] [orgasm control/denial] bdsm] [anal] [impact] [Mdom] [bondage] [public]

The ding of a notification jolts you from the dreary monotony of your daily work. Your hand flies to your phone, which was sitting surreptitiously next to your keyboard, and your heart jumps when you see the sender and the first line of text. Hastily, you key in your passcode and open the app to read the message in its entirety.

**I hope you’re not too busy after work, because I have plans for you**

You read through the cryptic message several times before you commit to a response. Thumbing it in, you hesitate for the briefest moment before hitting send. You’re certain he won’t elaborate with any specificity, but you can’t resist an attempt. Seconds tick by, and your eyes drift out of focus as you stare at your message, waiting for him to read it. Simultaneously, the little “D” next to your response switches to an “R” and ellipses pop up to indicate his incoming answer. In an instant, two more messages appear, one right after another .

**Patience is a virtue, hun.**

**You’ll have to wait.** Read more »

Found this on a 20 year old archive CD. [MF] [gs]

After many years of marriage, routine sex begins to lose its mystique, and couples tend to drift into other areas of sex. Some choose to fool around with others, some try bondage, others get into food, cross dressing, orgies, and some experiment with watersports. People get their ideas from books, movies, the internet…many sources, many ideas. Sometimes, a simple thought one night leads to experimentation the next day, and things evolve over several years until a new pleasure source is perfected.

How far back does my story start? I suppose it began a soon after getting married. I’d be in the bathroom brushing my teeth, and my wife would come in, sit on the toilet and pee. At first, I though it was gross. But on later occasions, seeing and hearing her started to arouse me. I’d put my hands between her legs when she peed and feel the warmth, or if we were showering together, I’d ask her to pee, so I could watch and touch it. Later on, she began to pee on my cock, which would make me come right away. Over the years, the stream made its way up, getting closer and closer to my mouth. I didn’t know if she was aiming higher, or I was crouching lower. Read more »

“The Taste of Her Submission” [MF, BD, BDSM, D/S, Oral]

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**ACT I**

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The woman glanced upward, seeing the man’s distorted face through the bottom of his glass tumbler. When seen from this strange perspective, his features appeared momentarily monstrous; his charming smile rendered suddenly sardonic, twisted and unsymmetrical.

The man drank the last of the whiskey in his glass, then lowered the tumbler toward the woman curled up in his lap. While swirling the half-melted ice-cubes in contemplative circles, he announced: “You taste good”, speaking in a guttural whisper.

The woman opened her mouth to respond, but found no words to speak. Instead, she lowered her head back down onto the man’s lap, letting her lips naturally wrap back around his swollen cock.

Her pussy was aching from earlier. Although it was *still* sore to the touch — and painful so — the feeling wasn’t entirely unpleasant. How did he even come up with something like that?, she wondered, letting the tip of her tongue glide under his foreskin…

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**ACT II**

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The Hive [Any Orientation] [BDSM] [Fantasy]

You’re lying in your cage when the sprinklers turn on. You used to jump at the cold, but that was a long time ago.

The water stops. You open the door and crawl, dripping, out of your dog cage. The voice of the hive is in your ear. It demands that you assume the position. It is a good thing you’re already on your hands and knees.

You grovel from one corner to another with your head down and your buttocks waving. The hive commands and you sit. You kneel. You roll over, and you beg. The hive wants you limber. The hive wants you wide-awake.

The hive also wants to remind you of your place, but you already knew that.

After ten minutes of crawling and reviewing your slave positions you kneel in front of the dildo on the wall. As you take it in your mouth, your lips push it backward. There’s a click as a valve opens and you get your first drink of the day.

 

Greetings, Subject 19. Welcome to the Project. Since this is your eleventh session we can skip the usual briefing and trigger entrenchment. Read more »

[MM] Alex finally lets me tie him up [college bondage]

Alex finally lets me tie him up – a college bondage experience

**Prologue: A Short Date**

I’d never met Alex before that day.

Being a closeted bi man, most of my sexual experiences with men come from apps such as Grindr, Recon or Tinder. This was no different with Alex, a 24 year old muscular jock I’d gotten to know over Fetlife (think: Facebook for BDSM). I won’t lie – the minute I stumbled upon his profile and saw his perfectly sculpted body, I knew that I wanted him to be the one: the boy I’d have my first bondage experience with.

So I made the first move and what started as a simple “Hey” over inbox quickly evolved into a heated exchange of ideas where we fantasised about all the various things I’d do to him. We spoke for weeks and gradually got more excited at the prospect of meeting up, but (and I’m sure many of you have experienced this) the timing was just never right. Between his job and my studies, it seemed like it’d never work out.

And then, last week, it suddenly did. We made a date and what followed was one of the hottest nights I’ve ever had with another guy. Read more »

[FM][kink/fetish] I finally had a sexual fantasy pretty much fully realized and it was wonderful

(I am 22 and Female). So I’ve only been with three boys/men in my life. One from ages 16-18, one from 18-20, and one from 20-22, still with the last. Please don’t think I’m a boyfriend hopper. I never intended each time to get into a relationship again so quickly. In fact, before I met my current SO, I was determined not to date for a year or so. But I literally couldn’t help myself and fell helplessly in love with this guy. He was also the one who took my virginity. I’m happy to say I made the right choice with that. No regrets.

So. Even though I was a virgin before I met him, sex has always been important to me and I think it’s important to be sex-positive and to not feel that sex is a taboo subject. Everyone does it, and it’s natural. So, before I even met my SO, I already knew what I was into and stuff. I am into rape fantasies, light bondage, basically anything in which the man is dominant and I am submissive. Outside of the bedroom my SO is very sweet and loving and kind and sort of does whatever I tell him to (we’re working on that because he needs to know his own opinion matters, too). Read more »

Rope [MF] [Kink, anal, bondage]

She sent me a message tonight.

“I think my cervix is bruised. How’s that for flirting?”

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It was my last night in New York, for a little while anyway, and we were certainly making the most of it. We had already fucked twice that day, and we were lying in bed, goofing around on our phones, and just generally enjoying each other’s company.

“I was thinking maybe you might want to tie me up?” she said, mock-innocently.

She had a nice length of blue rope that I hadn’t used yet. Longer and thinner than the ropes I’d used on her in the past, so I could get a little more creative.

“Stand up”, I ordered. She did, and I stripped off her t-shirt and panties.

I grabbed the rope, and began running through my hands, finding the ends and the centerpoint. As I did, she got a dreamy look in her eyes. she has frequently described the feeling she gets when I tie her up as “sex hypnosis”, and I could easily see it taking hold of her. Read more »

A Self-Bondage Vignette, Female [bd]

I was taking care of my family’s three acres that summer in between my third year of college and my fourth. I sat at the well-scuffed, stained roll top desk we had outside the tack room. It was filled with old papers and account statements. There was a bottle of aspirin in one cubbyhole and a packet of condoms. I smiled when I spotted two elongated magnets in a box that was otherwise filled with paper clips and writing pent and staples. The magnets were from back when my family owned a dairy.

The barn itself had once housed horses and it had a series of stalls, enough for eight horses total. Toward the back, there were bales of hay and a drop-down ladder that led to what we called the upper rafters where we stored whatever the fuck needed storing. Spinning my chair around, I looked down at the brown parcel box with the suit and shoes and other items in it. I had ordered them myself. Now, alone, I finally had time to explore the contents of the package. Read more »

Forced into fucking my boyfriend’s best friend – my biggest fantasy [MFM] [Consensual Non-Con]

Years ago, I was working as a counselor at a summer camp for artistic teens. Of course, this meant that little old me [22F now] was stuck in the middle of a country town, sweating my ass off, while my boyfriend Aaron [23M now] enjoyed the air conditioning back home. The program lasted for three weeks, which meant three weeks of a torturous no-sex desert. Which, in turn, also meant our phone conversations started to get a little… vulgar.

One night, as I’m listening to his voice as I rub my clit under the sheets, he asks me what my biggest secret fantasy is. No censoring, no skirting around it. Just exactly what I want, what I’m dreaming about in that moment.

And, in some weird moment of horny honesty, I tell him. I want to be held down, mocked, and then raped.

Raped, I understand, is a very strong word. I much prefer “consensual non-consensuality,” because while I fantasize often about being fucked against my will, in real life, I’d have to make it absolutely clear that everything being done was stuff I had asked for. But it’s been a fantasy that I’ve hidden for years, keeping it restrained to late-night solo sessions and kinky dreams. I knew that it wasn’t my boyfriend’s thing, which he told me up front and with kindness, and I respected his opinion. Read more »

Cleansing [f] [nc] [reluc] [bd] [drugs] [huml] [anal]

The last thing you remember is drinking at the bar. It was Friday night, you had four days until you had to go back to work and you were determined to celebrate. You were overdue for a girl’s night out anyway. You knew you had been drinking way too hard, so you had called for a ride home. That was the last thing you could recall, and you weren’t sure if you had ever made it to that ride.

 

Your head was incredibly foggy. Just opening your eyes was a monumental effort. You seemed to be laying down, but you had no idea where you were or how you had gotten there. You tried to move, but your body didn’t respond.

 

If you focused, you were able to open your eyes and look around but you didn’t seem to be able to raise your head. Your eyes and tongue seemed to be working but everything lower than that was numb. You would have been terrified, but you couldn’t really form coherent thoughts.

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