[M4F][Str8][bd][Mdom][Handcuffs] …here’s Happy Handcuffs

I still remember that friday night, when a bottle of red was demolished with ease, as we both relaxed after the demands of the week, and such a long, long week it had been. Sipping the next red, we both relaxed and sighed again, as you nuzzled into my neck, lazy hand rubbing my chest, my right arm around you, holding you closer. And then, as the music played, in your little quiet voice, you said something, I'll never forget.

'Have you ever had a pair of handcuffs?'

'Excuse me?'

You smiled, 'Have, you, ever, owned, a pair of handcuffs…'

I stretched a little, so I could turn slightly, and catch your eye, to see you smiling warmly. And I knew that smile. It was mischief, personified. So I said softly,

'Would it surprise you if I said, yes?'

Her fingers tightened a little on my chest, in response, and she giggled, softly, feeling my heart race a little, the red wine loosening her tongue.

'Mary told me a story today…'

'Oh really…'

My thoughts were in disarray. Was she about to say what I think she was going to say?

Nailed two fantasies in one night at the goth club [M/F]

I've been lurking around this subreddit for awhile, hoping somehow, someday I'd have something I can share and, by George, I think I've got one! So this might be a bit long, but I'm trying to flesh out as much of my experience as I can so hopefully that's appreciated.

So my group of friends decide to spend our Saturday night by going to one of the gay bars in the city on their goth night. I'm no way goth in my lifestyle but my roommates had gone out there last month and said that it was a fun time and really interesting so I thought hey, why the fuck not. I've got nothing better going on! Plus I like going out and dressing up, especially if it's going out dressed in something fun and crazy like this. Business casual, this is not! P.S. Shut up Anna Kendrick, I know my bathroom's a mess – don't you judge me.

Proper Respect [FM] [MDom] [bondage]

Mild domination: the carrot is mightier than the stick.


Though it's the measured look in his eyes that always makes me tremble, even just the smell of him gets me hot. That's never more true than when he leans over me like this, his teeth nibbling on my neck and his cock twitching deep within my slit. I'm already gasping from the two orgasms that tumbled so quickly after the other they were nearly simultaneous. His hands move away from my breasts to caress down my thighs, encased in long socks by special request. His strokes become long and languorous: enough to keep me moaning, but not enough to build me to the next precipice.

My legs tighten around his waist. I know I can't persuade him to change his mind but I try anyway. My voice takes on a sweetly pleading tone. "More. Please, more."

With a handsome smirk, he pulls his cock back until only the head remains lightly rocking at the very opening of my pussy. Teasing me. "Only if you ask with proper respect." The light, even whisper didn't need volume for me to recognize the demand behind the words.

Mine[MF][Bondage][Domination][Abuse][Control][Toys][Handcuffs]

I stop pressing my thumb into your throat.

As you look me in the eyes, yours now covered in tears, I tell you I love you before pressing again. You make a small noise, a little bit like a choke but mostly a moan.

Sometimes it takes all I have to keep my eyes on your face. I want to look over your body; your tensing stomach and trembling hands. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, and you will always be. I hate the power you have over me because of it. I try so hard not to put you on a pedestal. That's why we have nights like this. Without them you'd be my only reason for living.

You inhale as I release the strangling grip, though my hand remains where it is. My thumb is gently stroking the red mark, the imprint, that I left as you shake. "I want you to say it," I offer in a low tone.

"No," is all you say and all I can do is nod.

Stockholm Syndrome [BD][sadism]

I sat alone, watching, waiting. I watched as the shady person made his deal and receded back into the shadows. I watched as the homeless man begged for change and got nothing but foul looks instead. I watched as the night grew darker and darker as the scum of the city grew thicker and thicker. aI watched as the flamboyant women deceive the married men, the acts could be heard outside the hotel. I listened as the gunshots popped and fired at times in the night and I waited for the sirens to follow. I shivered as the night grew colder and colder, but I could feel the eyes of some beast watching me like prey. I closed my eyes and waited to be consumed by the night. Girls like me go missing all the time, anyway. I woke up harnessed into a restraint that held my legs up by my neck. I was somewhere dark. The smell of death enveloped me, and suddenly I was numb. I was going to die. I heard the trudging footsteps of a large person--Clunk, clunk, clunk down what sounded like stairs. The loud click of the switch brought on the flickering of the lights. As they stabilized, he came towards me. All around me were the decomposing bodies of pretty girls, just like me. The funny thing was, the bodies hadn’t a scratch on them, but there were pools of blood everywhere. All my hair had been cut off, just like the other bodies. I was totally naked, not like the others. He came up to me, and admired me with his twisted face. The look of insane desire swarmed across him as he ran his fingers through my new hair-do. This was the look of a mad man. He began to grope at all parts of my body, running his aged hands over every inch of me. He breathed down my neck and kissed at it, drawing up multiple hickies. He unzipped his pants and revealed his uncut glory. He willed it into my mouth, with little trouble. Little to his knowledge, this was probably more erotic for me than it was for him. He shoved the whole thing down into my throat, causing me to gag profusely. It only excited him more. He played with my womanhood drawing me nearly to orgasm, but slapped me before I could. He mauled me, nearly. My whole body ached with bruises and scratches. He whipped me until my hide was red like a sunburn. He went back to groping at me and started to take me. He wasn’t gentle with it, just the way I like it. His thrusts made loud slaps against me, and his moaning just as loud. He inserted his finger into my mouth and I massaged it slowly in my mouth. I watched as the twisted face of madness grew to pleasure, and waited in heat as he finished as I did. I watched as he cut me open, draining the life out of me, unlike the other girls. I wept as I knew it was the end, and as my life faded out of me, he took me again and again, until it was all over. I waited as the white turned to black, and it was over. 

At Long Last [MF] [str8]

After a few drinks at the bar, feeling pretty tipsy, Sarah looks at Jake and says "you know, I've always thought we would have good sex together." Clearly taken aback by the boldness of her statement, he all but choked on his beer as his face turned 10 shades of red and he spit out the first thing that popped into his mind, "have you now?" "Yeah. I mean, you can't deny that the chemistry is there definitely. Plus, Im pretty confident about all this," she says as she motions to her whole body. "And I've heard good things about all this" she says as she slides her hands down his chest and bites her lip before she giggles. He tries to stutter out a response but she interrupts him, "But I mean, I always figured you weren't interested. After all, I've been trying to get your attention for ever." A frown crosses her face as she signals the bartender and orders another shot. "What do you mean you've been trying to get my attention?!" He asks, flustered by this revelation. "You've always been with someone and when people would think we were together you seemed like that was the worst suggestion ever!" "I just thought you weren't interested. That's all. No need to get your panties in a bunch there, man." She replied. He took her hand in his and stood close enough to her that no one could see, and pressed it up against the bulge which was now straining against his pants. Her eyes widened and he said "I think maybe you should close your tab." They both settled up their tabs and made their way to the car. As they entered the parking garage and reached the car, he pressed her up against it and put his hand on her cheek. "How could you ever think I wouldn't want you?" He asked as he pressed his lips to hers. Taking in the moment he had waited years for. Finally, she was in his arms and he had all night to show her how he really felt.

[F4M][very light BDSM/BD] Your Hands

Your hands were the first thing I noticed about you. Strong, solid, rough hands. Not rough as in the opposite of soft – your touch could be soft if you wanted it to be – but almost rough as in powerful. Mighty.

The moment I felt your hands against my skin, I needed more. When you pulled down the zipper of my dress for the first time, your fingertips grazed my suddenly exposed skin, trailing down my spine to the small of my back. My dress fell to the ground and you set it aside.

I was left in just sheer black stockings with a panel of lace reaching the middle of my thighs, held up by garters attached to my matching black lace panties. Such pretty little things that served not much function other than to look pretty. I suppose that was fitting anyway, considering I served no function tonight but to look pretty for you; to please you in any way that you wanted me to. I smiled to myself with the thought, wanting to please you in every way possible. All because of those hands that I can’t stop thinking about now.

Blackmailed by my neighbor, Chapter 3 [mature][first person f][Mf][blkmail][BDSM][anal][Mdom][Fsub][enema][rimming]

"Good girl. This made me thirsty, I'll go have a drink. Don't go anywhere." Mister Roberts laughed as he walked out of the room.

I was of course going nowhere, bound as I was on all fours, looking at myself in the mirror as my head was pulled back by my braid, that was connected to the hook up my ass. I was still reeling from my first series of multiple orgasms and was just about recovered when mister Roberts returned. He put a glass of water with a straw into my mouth, and told me to rehydrate, we still had a long night ahead of us. I noticed that his cock was half hard and remembered his comment about the viagra. Fuck, I really was in for a long night.

After I had finished drinking he started untying me, starting with my legs and arms and then the spreader bar. He untied the hook from my braid and started pulling on it, extracting the big ball from my ass, making me groan at the intense stretch. He tutted and held up the ball end infront of my eyes and there was a fleck of poo crowning it. He said, "This simply will not do, I will have to clean you out thoroughly my dear."

Do You Want It: Part 1 [MF][Reluc][Bd][Oral][2nd Person]

You wake up in the same room. Water drips nearby. You cannot tell if it drips from the ceiling, from a faucet, from a pipe. You turn your head to listen, to look, but something still covers your face. You try to move, but your wrists remain bound above your head; your legs spread, your ankles tethered to something. You feel a mattress beneath you: sheets, pillow, and blanket. The room feels cool, smells damp like a basement. The walls feel close like a cell.

CLINK The sound startles you. You have wanted and dreaded interaction, hoping for answers, fearing them. A door opens and slams shut. Your breath is fast, shallow, quiet. You strain to listen. Your thighs squeeze in a vain attempt to close your legs. Your wrists pull against the rope that keeps your arms up, your torso exposed. Beneath the fabric that covers your face, your wide eyes stare, unblinking. Your heart thuds, pumps power to muscles that cannot move.

After A Long Day [MF][Light BD][Short][First Person]

“Oh man, what a long day at work!” I come in the door, wearing my blue button up and my tight black dockers. I take a deep relaxing breath before closing the door behind me and dropping my bag to the floor. The moment my bag hits the floor I start looking around, trying to find you. I’ve been at work, all day, wanting you, and you’re all I can think about anymore. The only thing that will cure this is to have you. And so I search. Not playing video games, not in the kitchen. I wander through the house until I arrive at the door of the bedroom. As I look over at the bed I see you there. You’re sleeping softly, uncovered and wearing nothing but a yummy pair of boy short panties and a nightie. Immediately my eyes light up. Not only are you here for the taking, you’re dressed for the occasion and totally unsuspecting.