This is a story about me and my first girlfriend, B and our first time together. The good stuff starts at place marked “good stuff.” It was my sophomore year and I was just starting to come out of my shell. High school was an awkward time for me, but I always played sports and always thought about sex. I’m right at 6′, dark brown hair, athletic but slim frame at the time (I’ve put on more muscle since then…at least I like to refer to it as muscle). I was your typical good kid with a dirty teenage boy mind, except that it didn’t go away and still hasn’t. At the time that I met B, I had already lost my virginity (though not long before) and it was awful. Because I was so nervous about putting myself out there, I waited until I had a sure thing and I later learned that I could have done way better. B made me realize that.
Tag: Bondage
Trapped in the Thicket! [FF] [Fantasy] [Magic] [Bondage] [Trans]
Hey all! Kinda new to the whole reddit thing, but I was browsing around and thought maybe a place like this might be receptive to some fly by smut. So, without further ado:
https://www.literotica.com/s/trapped-in-the-thicket
*Hungry, lost in the woods, a deserter on the run, the young half-elf Rien Monfrense is having a pretty bad morning! Smelling the sizzle of freshly cooked meat somewhere ahead, Rien plunges forth into danger and finds herself, much to her chagrin, shackled by the inescapable magic bondage of a very curious glade witch!*
I hope you like it. Feel free to tell me if you do (or even if you don’t!)
And my website’s here, if you’re curious about me and want to know where you can find more free goods! http://www.bespokesmut.com
Instructions Ch. 4-6 [F][bd]
Chapter Four
The drive home was a blur. Her nipples ached, her clit was on fire, and she knew that once the rubber bands and clothespin were removed it would only be worse. He had instructed her that the clothespin could come off just outside her door, but the rubber bands were to stay until she had her orgasm. God how that word sounded delicious rolling around inside her head.
Her tires squealed as she pulled into the driveway and sprinted to the door. A quick sweep of her neighborhood showed it mostly empty so she reached down between her legs and gingerly opened the clothespins. The return of blood flow to her sensitive nub sent a wave of pleasure through her that caused her knees to buckle momentarily. She caught herself on the door frame and smiled, reasonably certain that he wouldn’t have promised orgasm this easily if something too terrible were waiting.
The lock clicked before she double-timed it to the chair where she’d left her book. She flipped through the pages before landing on the inside of the back cover where there was a small note that read, “You can cum but only on the spine of this book.”
A submissive squirter (M/F)
This story goes a few years back with an older woman I met online. I admit she is one of the few people I never "got" and to this day I can only speculate what the scene was about. I had just moved to North Carolina and was having a hard time with my new sexual lull. Back home I had a good number of friends or places I could frequent for lovers but in NC I was drawing blanks. My charm and looks just didn't fly down here so I started to date and seek lovers online.
I met Stacey (not her real name) through okcupid or craigslist. She was 15 years older than me, had beautiful curly red hair, creamy skin and a body that showed her careful devotion to yoga and healthy eating. Like me she was from the northeast and had a powerful laugh that paid no attention to anyone around her. I took her to dinner and thoroughly enjoyed her company. Quite honestly I thought I was going nowhere but it turns out I used a few choice words with her that raised her eyebrows and shifted me over to potential lover status. In my joking ways I talked about spanking her for some sarcastic comment she made which she seemed to love.
Exploring our kinks (MF) [The Leggy Blond Pt 6]
NOTE: All of the previous stories are up under this user name, but I decided to include a description of us so you don't have to chase it down in older stories.
I’m gonna take a minute to describe ourselves for those of you just joining us. Myself: 24 yo 5’10” average/muscular build, broad shoulders, clean shaven face, dark brown hair. Olivia: 22 yo 5’9” very slender with long gentle curves, shapely legs (hence the title of these stories), a cute shapely ass that is meant to be squeezed and spanked, medium b-cups (but they look amazing on her tall thin frame, Cs or bigger would look odd and this is coming from a Titty-man), a pretty beautiful face and long blonde hair that is usually straight but she will curl it or put waves in it for me.
We reunited after being away for winter break. It was a bit difficult being a part like that, we had been dating for a few months before we left and had just started saying "I love you" to each other, it was just an awkward point in our relationship to be gone for so long, and being about a 7 hour drive or $300+ flight didn't help.
The story of how I stopped being a married cuckquean and found my first real Dominant, Part 1. [BDSM, rough, M/f, long]
Several months ago, my life as a married submissive woman was put on hold. It's a long and complicated that took 6 parts to tell (which you can find in my Reddit history). The quick summary is that my husband and I decided that after 6 years of marriage and after 4 years of a D/s relationship, it was time for a break. You can skip the next section if you don't care about the details of my marriage.
From married to being a married submissive
We were already married for two years before I told him that I'd been suppressing submissive feelings and eventually wanted to live in a submissive role 24/7. He did his best to learn the ropes, and we had some fun with it for a little while, but I could feel that being a dominant wasn't in his heart.
It wasn't long after we went 24/7 that my husband expressed that he wanted some semblance of a vanilla relationship, but frankly, my heart wasn't into that anymore. I'd come to the realization that the vanilla part of my marriage was over it and I wanted to evolve into the submissive that I knew that I wanted to be. After a lot of figuring things out, we struck a middle ground where we agreed that I would live as a submissive 24/7 and that I would be relieved from all “non-submissive” responsibilities. In exchange, I agreed that he could take on a girlfriend.
[MF] I did something I never thought I would do.
My boyfriend (21 m) and I (23 f) have been together for 8 months and our sex life is far from Vanilla.
I was his first and he was mine. At first our sex was plain but we started to explore more such as bondage, sub/dom, daddy/little, etc. However one thing we never did that I refused to do was anal.
He was persistent and kept pushing for it but I said no every time.
Every story I had ever heard about anal was the same; it was painful, messy, and no fun.
I never EVER wanted anything to do with it.
However, my boyfriend kept asking. He really wanted to try it, so I decided fuck it, why not?
I was terrified it would all go wrong. I thought I was going to hate it and that it would be messy and gross. Not to mention my boyfriend isn't exactly small, if you know what I mean.
So we got a ton of lube and got to work.
The first time we did it, it was uncomfortable, but not painful. I actually kind of liked it.
Instructions Ch. 1-3 [F][bd]
Chapter One
Stiffly she stretched out her arms allowing the chilly morning air to seep in to her cocoon of blankets. Her arms were sore, her neck tight, and there was a ball of pent-up stress building in her stomach. Last night she had kissed her owner goodbye and begun the two week stretch from hell.
All things considered two weeks wasn’t bad, she knew, but there was still a hollow feeling as she wiggled her toes and considered the prospects of waking up to be a bit daunting. Rolling over to check her phone she noticed a little Post-It taped to the screen.
“You’re mine whore. Don’t forget that. Follow every direction carefully or the whip comes out of hiding.”
She shuddered remembering the stinging tails of the whip opening up her back then smiled a the realization that there would be more notes for her to find. Breezing out of bed she noticed little notes scattered about the house but opted to avoid reading them and be tempted into distraction. With toast in hand and her coffee percolating she made her way into the bathroom to allow the shower to warm up against the protests of the ancient water heater.
Reciprocal speculum play
It was in Chicago where it happened. I had told you I had seen a picture of a woman with two speculums in her and wanted to see you like that. You were somewhat reserved about it over the phone when I told you about it. I had already put a speculum in your cunt once before and delighted in seeing the hole appear between your legs where your cunt was supposed to be, framed by the bright, silver frame and handles of the Graves speculum. I searched on line and found an anal speculum to go with the cunt speculum we already had.
I remember we had played a bit, you were wet and still had all your cunt hair. I asked if you wanted me to “….open both of your holes…” or some other phrasing that put it crudely but our play generally was in the form where I would ask you a question, and wait for you to affirm that you wanted me to do that particular thing to you. I liked that part of the interaction. Sometimes I knew you were under terrific stress, or even pain, and would ask if you wanted to stop, get dressed and quit, and you always, seemingly even regretfully would tell me to go on, you didn’t want to stop.
Bondage course [MFF] [bd] [reluc]
Nowadays, many couples want to improve their sexual life and seek a help from people like me. I am leading a so-called bondage course, where I teach my clients the basics of bondage or even more advanced techniques, if they are interested. The courses take place in my house, in which I rebuilt the basement for this purposes. In the first room, there is a reception, in which I talk with my clients and there is also a dressing room with a bathroom, where one can take off clothes and take a shower. Behind the door is the main room, equipped with a massive Saint Andrew's Cross, wide bed with latex sheet, wooden chairs and several hooks on the ceiling, walls and floor for ropes. There is also three large wardrobes with bondage accessories and other sex toys. I have two other rooms at disposal, but they are still awaiting a reconstruction. Tonight, I am having an appointment with Suzan and Betty, who reserved a two-hour session.