Tag: Bondage

[FM] [restraints] [bondage] [vibrator] Well, You Asked For It (My first erotica)

A gag was in his mouth, rubbery and tight. He could taste the rubber.

She had put a blindfold over his eyes, a cloth that he could see nothing through. She had led him on all fours, nude, to a spot in the room. Clasps went over his ankles, cold, and two more, soft and padded, at his knees. A bar bolted to the ground kept him from closing his legs, or opening them wider, and kept him still. She had gently put his hands through padded cuffs and raised them above his head, attaching a rope to the ceiling. He had went to straighten, to sit back on his legs, but she had held him in place.

A moment later, a bar was placed on his back, keeping him in a dog-like position, his hands keeping him from dropping and the bar keeping him from rising. He was immobile, halted.

She had laughed, a tinkling chuckled, and nibbled his ear, then. She had given him medicine, as she had done for a while now, that kept his penis erect and hard for hours, but the nibble had sent even more blood to it. With a nip, she walked away, and come back a moment later. “I think we’ll try something less involved, tonight.” Read more »

Deepthroated by my roommate’s ex girlfriend [MF]

Back in college, I lived with a guy who, despite our insistence against the idea, moved his girlfriend into his room. At the time, four of us were living in a 3 bedroom, 2 bath townhouse, and it was already pretty cramped. He basically just moved her in “for a week” that turned out to be the whole year long. Truthfully, she was pretty cool, and more laid back than him. She would also clean every now and then, and that was, oft times, much needed. I had known her from the year before, and had actually had a crush on her that went nowhere. We made out once at some party, but I was, at the time, always so drunk that I think I didn’t make the best impression. When she moved in, however, she warmed to me. Most people start off with a certain animosity and/or dislike of my steely, intoxicated exterior, and then warm to me when they find the heart of gold hiding deep within. Seriously, though, I can be a bit of an ass. Anyways, we talked a fair amount while she stayed with us, and we developed a nice relationship. As the year went on, I think she started developing some inappropriate feelings towards me. I never made a move. Never, despite her tendency to wander the house in nothing but a tight shirt and underwear (not thongs or g-strings, but colorful striped underwear thats only slightly less revealing). Seriously, she seemed less-than-adequately dressed nearly all the time she was in our place. She seemed comfortable with it, and us roommates certainly were. I should mention her name was Emily. Read more »

[XP] My Parent’s Basement [ff] [bdsm] [huml]

“Be a good girl while we’re gone, honey.” mom said, as she hoisted her final piece of luggage into the trunk.

“No promises.” I said with a grin, and she offered a warm smile in return, the skin around her eyes framed with gray wrinkling.

“At least try not to burn the house down.” dad added gruffly as he slammed the trunk shut and settled into the car.

“Yes sir.” I offered, and he flashed me a friendly smile in the rear view mirror as mom clambered into the car.

Even now, well into their late fifties, mom and dad were going strong, and this year, as always, they were off on their yearly honeymoon and anniversary celebration, coming as it did three months after the madhouse cluster of birthdays me and my thirteen sisters shared. In years past, they had sent me off to my sister’s place for the week, to stay with her and her two kids my own age, but this year they had decided to turn the house over to my care while they were gone.

As the car pulled out, mom gave a friendly wave, and soon my phone buzzed in my pocket. Read more »

All the Filth That’s Fit to Print and Smutty Journalism

Sal and I worked a shall we say unique beat. We covered the seedy and salty side of our fair, gritty city. Los Angeles, the “City of Angels” it ain’t. What it is is a gutter filled with filthy animals that crawl out at night to do their sullen business, and indulge their fallen cravings. They say the word “Abomination” means furthest removed from God and the City of Angels is exactly that. Tinsel town and Hollywood fueled this hot mess, and made it gritty.

A place in the high desert, once populated by orange and lemon groves, farming, ranching and oil fields is now a sewer for every form of filth that ever slimed out of a shitpit.

Sal was a pro at getting information and setting up the money shots. Me? Armed with a Graflex and some film packs, I’m ready to go. Bulbs in my pocket are packed in tissue paper to keep them from clanking around and scaring off Sal’s prey. Read more »

[MF][Bondage][Cuckold][Non-Cons] He Borrowed My Wife

My name is Danny. This is a story where I experienced my wife being used by another man, against both of our will. Well, as you would eventually read, this statement is not fully accurate for her part.

I married a petite young brunette named Aida. At 5’7 and 110 pounds, with long flowing brown hair, busty 36c boobs and a size 34 ass, I believe I acquired myself an asset. Aida’s a soft country girl, being soft and demure, with such a sweet smile which have melted plenty of hearts, including mine.

The story begins when I took her for a weekend getaway, to escape the hustle and bustle of the big city we live in. We travelled to a small, quiet village, renting a cozy little antique house to settle in for a few days.

This little village is well known for its natural landscape. Civilization was intentionally developed at a very minimum level, where the most technologically advanced gadget you may find is only a colour television, and the few cars used by villagers and tourists alike.

The villagers themselves were a quiet bunch, and their favourite pastimes were either fishing in the lakes or chilling by an ancient small coffee shop. Read more »

[MF] [Bondage] [Kink] [Cuckold] He Borrowed My Wife

My name is Danny. This is a story where I experienced my wife being used by another man, against both of our will. Well, as you would eventually read, this statement is not fully accurate for her part.

I married a petite young brunette named Aida. At 5’7 and 110 pounds, with long flowing brown hair, busty 36c boobs and a size 34 ass, I believe I acquired myself an asset. Aida’s a soft country girl, being soft and demure, with such a sweet smile which have melted plenty of hearts, including mine.

The story begins when I took her for a weekend getaway, to escape the hustle and bustle of the big city we live in. We travelled to a small, quiet village, renting a cozy little antique house to settle in for a few days.

This little village is well known for its natural landscape. Civilization was intentionally developed at a very minimum level, where the most technologically advanced gadget you may find is only a colour television, and the few cars used by villagers and tourists alike.

The villagers themselves were a quiet bunch, and their favourite pastimes were either fishing in the lakes or chilling by an ancient small coffee shop. Read more »

My girlfriend tied and teased until shes begging…[FM] Part 1

This will be long…please bear with me – this is my first experience of writing about the sexual exploits of my girlfriend (f28) and me (m29). Im pretty open to sexual exploration. Before we got together we had both been reasonablly vanilla but after being together for a while we have branched out into some bondage/spanking and orgasm denial stuff. Id like to go further and maybe explore threesomes/anal play stuff…but were not there yet.

I dont want to rush this so im going to break it into 2 parts..
I want every experience to be included.

One of our most enjoyable sexual fantasies consists of me being the dominant partner and basically doing what i want with her…basically shes like my sex toy and im allowed to talk to her how i want and explore her body any way i choose. This is my story from last weekend. Im going to call her ‘Em’. Read more »

My [F]irst sprained wrist

Sorry to disappoint, but this won’t be a BD/sm post (at least, not today).

I had just gotten my first vibrator after my first bad break up. Touching myself was a favorite past time, but after feeling the warm pulse of a man inside me, it wasn’t enough.

I ran a bubble bath and lit candles, then I sunk into the tub with my new friend and turned it on beneath the water. It jittered in my hands. I tentatively tapped it against my clit. My nipples instantly became rock hard. I tapped it again. The water rushed against me, before the vibrator gently struck. Before long I was moaning softly, hips rhythmically swaying with the intensifying taps from my new favorite toy.

Then: horror. My parents were home. I hear my mother “honey, are you sick? I’m coming in.” I began shouting “NO NO NO” I sprang to my feet as the door handle turned, hopped from the tub when it opened a crack, and slipped on the wet tiles landing flat on my face and spraining my wrist. With the vibrator continuing to hum loudly in the tub.

[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. Read more »

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. Read more »