Tag: Bondage

A Prince of Arabia part 1 [BDSM]

The sand was hot on my bare feet as I walked two steps behind my captor, a fatatan assassin of the rimal. I was naked but for my chains. My wrists were locked behind me while my feet were hobbled by a short set of links. An iron leash connected my sunburnt neck to my enemy’s hand. I was a prince of the Levant but now I was also a prisoner.

The girl who held me in bondage was not imposing. She was short and slim but I knew she carried the sting of a scorpion in her frame. The bruises on my body were proof of that.

That had been my mistake, underestimating her. She had come upon me while I bathed in an oasis. She dazzled me with her alluring voice. Trained in the arts of seduction her whole life. I had no reason to suspect. Girls often threw themselves at me for the privilege of a night with a prince. I should have known the moment I tasted that spice on her lips, like cinnamon and dates. It was a sleeping drug often used by the females of the caste of assassins to incapacitate their prey. Read more »

A Prince of Arabia part 1 [BDSM]

The sand was hot on my bare feet as I walked two steps behind my captor, a fatatan assassin of the rimal. I was naked but for my chains. My wrists were locked behind me while my feet were hobbled by a short set of links. An iron leash connected my sunburnt neck to my enemy’s hand. I was a prince of the Levant but now I was also a prisoner.
The girl who held me in bondage was not imposing. She was short and slim but I knew she carried the sting of a scorpion in her frame. The bruises on my body were proof of that.
That had been my mistake, underestimating her. She had come upon me while I bathed in an oasis. She dazzled me with her alluring voice. Trained in the arts of seduction her whole life. I had no reason to suspect. Girls often threw themselves at me for the privilege of a night with a prince. I should have known the moment I tasted that spice on her lips, like cinnamon and dates. It was a sleeping drug often used by the females of the caste of assassins to incapacitate their prey.
“Hurry up behiima!” she taunted. “We must make it to the hills before sundown if we are to assure that there is no hope of your rescue.” It was maddening. With each bitter step I lessened my odds of freedom.
For a moment I struggled against my fetters and pulled on my leash. Seeing the look of fury in her eyes I felt instant regret.
She wheeled on me like a viper snapped her leather whip in the air. It was the type used to break unruly horses. Next it crossed my quivering skin. An angry red streak marked the path of her vengeance. She pulled me forward by my leash and grabbed the rear of my hair. I felt her knee in my back and dropped to the ground.
“You are a dog!” she spat. “And I will bring your fakhur spirit to heel or you will regret the first day you saw the sun rise.” She dug her knee into my kidney and waited. “Please!” I sputtered “no more.” She relaxed her grip a bit. “You will show me your regret” she said. “Lick my boots shariha!”
As the son of a sultan I could never submit myself so brazenly before an assassin, an outcast! My muscles twitched with rage and humiliation. She brought her whip down once upon my buttocks in a snap of pain and shoved my chin into her foot. With all the hatred man has ever felt i licked her boot. More ignominy and disgrace no prince since the days of Abraham has felt I am sure.
She hauled me up and steadied me, seeming calmer after bending me to her will.
She looked deep into my eyes. Her unusual venom green irises peering into my soul. “Come o ‘asir” she said not entirely without warmth. “We must make camp before sunset.”

Electrostim Orgy at a sex club [group]

This is a story about going to a sex club with my GF Jezibel about Halloween 2016. See my older story for details on her. We had gotten a taste of electrostim play on 2 prior sex club visits and liked it, but it was nothing like this event. By this time we had an electrostim toy and had set off the fire alarm at our hotel room with it the week before.

We had just met Jim, the house electrostim guru at a party the prior week. We returned the following weekend, hoping to see Jim again. He is a 30ish guy with a selection of fancy electrostim toys. He seems a bit lost in life, but really knows how to deliver a shock.

We actually got there a little early and ended up in line out front for a few minutes chatting with a nice couple. Once admitted, we checked in our wine, got a drink, smoked a bit of weed and headed up to the upstairs dungeon. To our delight, Jim was there again. We chatted with him a bit. He let us know that our brand of electrostim toy often sets off fire alarms due to ozone. Jim agreed to another electrostim session with her once he was set up. We did a bit of flogging on the bondage furniture they keep upstairs while waited. Of course Jezi came, especially when I held her hip and flogged her. Her cookie was coming on and she was ready for just about anything. Jezi was wearing a light body stocking and a shoulder harness at this point Read more »

Getting Naughty in Nawlins [MF][swing][bd][Fsub][Mdom]

My heartbeat quickened as the signature architecture of the Vieux Carré, also known as the French Quarter, came into view. My palms felt a little sweaty, and I wasn’t sure if it was the balmy night air, or my nerves. You were chatting casually with our taxi driver, a long time resident of New Orleans who had been through it all, but I wasn’t listening. Lost in my own thoughts I was thinking about what the next few days would have in store for us It was our first time at Naughty in Nawlins, an internationally known lifestyle convention, with over 1,000 couples slated to be in attendance. We had played with a few couples before, Ben and Jessa, Enzo and Vitória, but this was going to be Swinger Central, and we were definitely fresh meat.

“Are you coming, love?” my cab door opens, and I suddenly notice we’ve arrived at our hotel. I step out of the car and into your embrace as our cabbie grabs our bags from the trunk. You kiss me softly on the top of the head and breathe me in. This brief moment reconnects us and once again, I’m feeling excited and confident, my nerves melting away in the sultry night air. I tilt my head up to smile at you and kiss your full lips, and take your hand in mine, and lead the way into the lobby. Read more »

My Time as a Maid [Part VIII, Finale] [FF] [Bondage]

The bag was laid on a stool normally used for drinks and bottles of sun block. Miss Crosby packed this bag before the day began, so Anna knew this was all very well planned out. Whatever was to happen, she knew embracing it was her best option.

Her legs were chained together, on a shorter length than usual. Her steps were stunted to a hobble, and when she was cast away to the kitchen to prepare their meat and cheese board, the ladies watched in silence. Miss Crosby informed them they would have some food to dine on while “I show off Annabelle”.

She worked quickly, putting the crackers on a wooden cutting board, with chunks of the various cheese sliced uniformly, the slices of meat piled next, the grapes followed, left on the vine so they wouldn’t roll. Lastly, small knives placed around the board. Anna grabbed plates and napkins, and prayed she made it back poolside without dropping the food on the concrete. Miss Crosby instructed her to place the food spread on a shaded table underneath the shaded pergola the women had moved themselves under. Read more »

Starla’s Sex Journal 3/3/17; [Ff][Fdom][Fsub][oral][non-fic]

I’ve been scammed (not really). Thursday night, Kiera decided to put me to work. It was clear that our odd friendship now had momentum; we were going to be moving closer together unavoidably now, and I was apparently going to have to put in work if I wanted her.

Friday after classes, I helped her with diapers, and tidying up a bit, giving her some much needed time off of her feet. I also played with Kieran for a little while, the little pimp. 24 hours of young women fawning over him, and his chubby little face. I won’t lie to you, I really felt a little pang in the base of my heart when Kiera took him away from my arms, finally.

She sat next to me, to rock him into a nap, while we watched tv. I found myself looking at the clock every fifteen minutes or so, knowing that we were most likely going to do something very dirty, very soon. She caught my glance, and rested her hand on my thigh.

“I wish this wasn’t so confusing, you know,” Kiera spoke, finally.

“What do you mean?” Read more »

Ropes and Chains [bondage] [freeuse]

Claire was tied face down to the bed, a big red ball gag in her mouth and coarse ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, keeping her in place. She was panting heavily, nervous, her small breasts heaving. She’d found this place online in one of the dark chatrooms where nobody used their real names.

She’d gone down three alleyways and entered a seedy place, where there were thick doors and sounds of pleasure coming through. Girls screaming in ecstasy, flesh slapping against flesh, men groaning. She’d signed a few forms and given her consent, then put on a pair of long black stockings, black high heels, a black collar, and had allowed herself to be tied down to this disgusting, small bed.

She was wondered how long it would be, and when the door opened, she felt her heart beat even faster. She couldn’t see the men enter the room but she could hear them. She felt their hands caress her body and begin to pull down her thin black panties to expose her tight pink pussy. Read more »