[FF] [Bondage] In Which I Play a Harmless Little Joke on my GF

Ok, so, this is the first time I’ve tried actually writing one of these out instead of just replaying it in my head, so we’re gonna see how this turns out.

I guess first I gotta go through the boring background stuff. So first, cuz you’ll get confused if I don’t specify, my wife (GF at the time) and I are both chicks. Got that? Awesome. Anyway. She’s 34, about 6’0″, with long black hair, a delectable southern accent, and broad hips and shoulders, I guess you’d call that a “farm girl” build, but I just call it fuckin’ hot. Great rack, great ass, I’m totally super lucky.

I’m not as gorgeous. I’m 21, just a hair under 5′, my hair is red now but at the time I was rocking blonde. I work out, but I also love fudge, so it kinda cancels. Pretty average. I guess more people would describe me as “adorable” than “smokin'”, but I’m cool with that. I’m told I have a cute nose. Stay away from my nose.

Linda and Samantha[bondage, Ff, intense]

She was perfect. Cute as a button in all her pictures, a true Slave girl, ready to give up all her rights. Including her preferences.

Linda had been looking for a new girl for a while now, when this little thing popped up on her feed. 19 years old, petite, no limits wanted, no rights wanted… absolutely ideal.

The first few emails were pretty standard, and it quickly turned into a single one way bus ticket, and a set of instructions. Time passed slowly for Linda, awaiting her new girl’s arrival, but it finally came.

The arrangements were made beforehand, the taxi would drop her right at the apartment building, and she knew what to do once she got there.

The buzzer finally rang, and her heart skipped a beat. She all but ran to the box and hit the button.

“Who is it?” She knew exactly who it was, but wanted to see how her new girl reacted. She was greeted with static, and the sound of incoherent speech, and she smiled. This might actually turn out perfectly. She pressed the button quickly, not giving her new Slave enough time to open the door.

Anita Jones Pt 1

In 2017, the Slavery Act went into probationary law, and every person living in the country was subject to it. within one week, you must register as either a Slave or a Free. To register as Slave was easy. You were given $10000, and given a week to settle your affairs. Free registration cost $5000. This is the story of Anita Jones, a young black woman with very little left to lose.

My name is Anita. Once the politicians enacted the slavery laws, I saw my one chance to help my mother. The money they offered would be enough for me to register her freedom, and get her proper care.

I wasn’t afraid of what would happen to me. I’m not exactly a virgin, and how bad could it be? I went immediately to register both myself and my mom. My registration was quick. Just a signature, stating I agreed, I was property, no longer a woman. they let me register my mom, too, before they finished my forms. It immediately got more difficult than I expected it to.

“An Ode to You” Poem [Written for a Female Audience][Rom][Bd?](Seeking Criticism)

I wrote this for a user in Dirty Pen Pals who wanted a poem in order to “evaluate” potential candidates. The user wanted something “cute, sexy, and erotic,” and I tried to hit all three bases (yes, pun intended). Would you mind having a look and telling me what you think?

Narrator is male, writing for a female audience. I used the code formatting so the spacing would work as intended.

I’d appreciate any thoughts or comments. Thanks.

From there we came,
Whence we came,
Thus we came, together,
I came to get you,
For now and to come,
Never was forever better.

Here is a preposition:
To come, on you, in you, with you,
Twisting words in the hope
We’ll read and write about how
We’ll wreathe and writhe about.
A passionate oath binds us both
And you will be bound,
Arms, wrists, feet, tied: rope
Wrapped around the bedposts,
Wrapped around you,
Wrapped around me.

You are mine and I am you — I forgot where you end and I begin.

Covered in the Caves [MMMFMMM, bd, buk, classy gangbang for my wife]

The ride to the house has you completely lost and a bit scared. When you stepped into my new Mercedes, dressed in a new black dress that displayed your curves better than any before and gave your breasts a tight cleavage that felt classy and slutty, you started to enjoy the luxury of your look, the car, and the attentive gentleman escort in a black suit.

Now you careening down a dark country road somewhere in the hills of Ohio at a speed that almost causes anger. I’ve driven it a hundred times and barely need to look, but each tight curve in the dark gives you a shutter.

When we pull up to the house, your fear is replaced by the same feeling class and luxury, as I lead you through the rustic Georgian estate home. You sip champagne as I give you a tour of the vast house that ends in a master suite. The four post bed is nearly twenty feet square, with giant oak posts adorned with lush deep red fabrics and golden ropes. The adjoining spa is a sparkling marble cathedral with a giant glass shower, a dark stone carved jacuzzi, and overflowing with fluffy towels in each perfectly folded station.

[XP] Hate fuck [ff] [bdsm] [fdom] [fantasy]

“Bed so soon, sweet one? Or did you want – something else?”

The pillow soared through the air with a swish, and hit the tall woman true, right in her dark pink-skinned face. As the pink, frilly throw fell to the ground, it revealed a wicked grin playing over her ruby red lips, her glittering emerald eyes framed by jet black eyebrows falling hungrily on Alice. With a throw of her long, lazily curling hair, she stepped up to the bed, narrow hooves on the end of long, slender legs clicking against the hardwood floor.

“You would like it rough, is that what you are trying to tell me?”

When she grinned, her white teeth shon like pearls between her pillowy lips, and the way she crinkled her button nose made Alice want to hit her with a brick.

“What I’m trying to tell you”, Alice said with all the patience she could muster, “is that I would _like_ for you to _fuck off!_”

[Roleplay scenario][FM][cheating][bondage][rape] The Love Potion (x-post from /r/gonewildroleplay)

*Original link: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildroleplay/comments/5fb1pa/roleplay_scenario_the_love_potion/*

*This is a scenario I’m going to enact tomorrow night. It’s a rare occurrence where my sub will take a more dominant role. I think we’ll have a good time with it.*

**The Love Potion**

*Characters*

Fröken Johansson (Ms Johansson)
A fawning but volotile young woman in her early 20s. Her previous entanglement with Mgr Larsson has left her in an obsessed state. She is convinced that Mgr Larsson and herself belong together. She is sweet and caring, but can switch to a irrational and even violent side if her world view is threatened. Classic yandere.

Magister Larsson (Master Larsson)
A late 30s teacher at the college where Ms Johansson attends. During a time of marital turbulence, he has had the bad judgment to engage sexually with Ms Johansson who welcomed his advances. He has since tried to repair his marriage. His wife has no knowledge of his indiscretions and he prefers to keep it this way. He has tried to distance himself from Ms Johansson but finds it hard. Both because her insistance of appearing seemingly out of nowhere and in part because of his lingering attraction to her. Mgr Larsson has been known to have a darker side when provoked. Once at a certain point, he can become aggressive and careless. Something that excites Ms Johansson more than it frightens her.

[Ff] The curious apprentice [Fdom] [fantasy] [reluc] [bd]

Tonight, finally, Apprentice Myra’s impatience got the better of her. As night gathered, the young apprentice slipped down the allies between the tightly packed houses of the Mages College grounds, in search of Mage Kaley’s door. In her green linen apprentice robes, nobody batted an eyebrow as she passed them; apprentices like herself were relegated for their first few years to delivering packages, gathering reagents, copying ponderous tomes on all manner of terribly boring subjects and other busywork, until a mage saw fit to take an interest in them and share with them their speciality.

Myra had come to the college some five years past, at the age of twelve, and had done more busywork than she could stand. To be sure it was unusual for an apprentice to be picked up before the age of seventeen, but it was unusual for an apprentice to labor for five years without a mage taking an interest as well, so it was clear to her that the time had come to be proactive.

Rubicon, Part 1 [FM] [Msub] [Fdom] [bdsm] [huml] [cnc] [hypno] [bd]

She was determined to make it happen.

“Aren’t you gonna ask why I made sure you got a full night’s sleep every day this week?”

“I assume I’ll find out in a bit.” Even though his confidence was a thin veneer over strident anticipation—and she knew it, and he knew she knew it—he grinned anyway. For reasons that would never become clear to him, it felt important to put up some resistance before they began, even if it was mostly for his ego.

She sighed and smiled back. “I have never loved that expression on your face more than right now,” she said.

In retrospect, that should have worried him more than it did.

He stretched languidly beneath her, pleasantly adrift in curiosity. He tried to keep his mind from cycling through the possibilities, wanting to stay present and engaged in the moment for her. She had treated him particularly well that week, and she had promised to reward him with his favorite arrangement: being cuffed spread-eagle to the bed—almost too tightly. Long ago, she had dubbed the position “the lazy submissive”. He wriggled subtly in anticipation of the bondage.

[MFF] The Ginger Unicorn Saga – Episode IV “A New Rope” – Part 2: The Going Out Part

[Read Part 1 Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5bzftn/mff_the_ginger_unicorn_saga_episode_iv_a_new_rope/)

[[ NOTE: This is (probably?) a bit long. Sexy time starts about 2/3 down. ]]

===== The Ginger Unicorn Saga =====

——— Episode IV – A New Rope ———

Part 2 – The Going Out Part

By the time the afterglow had worn off, we had virtually guaranteed we would be fashionably late. No matter, we cleaned ourselves up, and while I steamed my pants and shirt I was treated to a private fashion show. Claire was going into her closet and dressers, pulling out bustiers, bras, garter belts, skirts and dresses, all for Ella to try on. Because of the difference in breast size, most of the outfits caused her plush pillows to overflow their confines, pushing them straight up. She looked like an anime version of a Victorian princes. She would look down, giggle adorably, and bounce up and down until she caused a complete wardrobe malfunction.