Day 1 – The Rules & Bath Time for Pixie! [Mf] (Sub Training)

On my eighteenth birthday I entered writer Donovan Price’s world, agreeing to be his muse, his pet, as he writes his next great novel about a man who keeps a collared woman as a pet for one hundred days. No one ever gets this close to this reclusive writer but I did. And today, we finalize our agreement.

Day 1. Donovan returned to the kitchen table with a file folder full of paper.

“I wrote The Rules out for you,” he said, pushing a set of papers towards me. “I’ll post a set on the fridge. Just to make sure we have a clear understanding of what’s expected of you, you’re going to read them out loud.”

“Okay,” I said, before clearing my throat. “Pet is to remain indoors at all times and will be dressed in clothing chosen by Owner.”

“You are an indoor pet,” he said, “You can only go out if I open the door.”

“Pet must remain on all fours (crawl) while inside house.”

He reached into a bag for pair of padded volleyball kneepads and fingerless padded gloves and pushed towards me.

“You can wear these.”

Amongst Trees [mf][bondage]

A warm wind ran through the undergrowth, shuffling leaves and twigs as it went. Cara tugged at her backpack and adjusted the straps which had started to dig in under her arm. She wore a thin plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up, yoga pants, and a pair of sturdy boots. The sun was the perfect early summer mix of hot without being uncomfortable with a slight breeze to take the edge off of it.

Up ahead, Dan was swinging his knife in short strokes to cull some bushes which had smothered the trail they were following. Dan had promised Cara that the trek would be worth it and thus far he had not been wrong. The woods were quiet and calm, devoid of mosquitoes and other treacherous pests, an idyllic setting for what was about to take place.

Abruptly Dan paused. His beard and brow were soaked in sweat, the pack on his back hung heavy. Using the blade of his knife he peeled back a few remnants of the prickers which he had cut away.

“There.”

little kinky young teens [m/f]

So fast forward from my first story (first timer), we had many little sexual encounters along. But this one is the second biggest one. Fast forward one year and a bit, my SO (Sarah) was on a family trip over to USA and won't be coming back for weeks. We've been exchanging dirty pictures and teased each other of the things we will do to each other while naked. We've talked about some light bondage and some passionate night, I think this was the day.

Few days after she arrived, we met up and gave the biggest hug to each other. We hold each other's hand and we walk into a reasonable hotel in the city. We checked into a double bed standard room and we throw ourselves onto the bed and cuddle each other for some time. She says "lets take things slow shall we" and I firmly replied "we shall".

Null (By the Numbers complete preview) [mf, mild bondage, contemporary fantasy]

This is the prologue to my contemporary fantasy erotic romance novel By the Numbers — and you thought when someone said they didn't give a flying f#ck, it meant they didn't care. :-D

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Jen almost felt as if she might have to thank her best friend for this. Not that Brigid had done anything other than be born on November first. But…

Ooo.

“I think this is why magic was invented,” sighed Jen, squeezing Jack tight. Leaving him speechless.

They were fifteen feet up in the air — a simple spell to cast, a tough one to keep going through three rounds of fantastic make-up sex, even with her wand gripped tight. But here they were, slowly orbiting the little chandelier in the empty dorm’s lounge. The first two fucks had been properly acrobatic, but this time they were just floating, drifting. Jack was planted deep inside of her, happily letting her do all of the work for once. And all of the work she felt up to was contracting her pussy around that wonderful, familiar cock. One pulse at a time.

Jack didn’t seem to mind. Eyes closed. Mouth open. No. He didn’t mind.

I thought I didn’t want a woman. She proved me wrong. And my boyfriend is fine with it. [part I of III-m/f]

Evening, r/gonewildstories, and allow me to introduce myself, as this is my first post. My name is Echo, and I have been a long time lurker of this subreddit. Now, it's my turn to share tales of my… adventures.

I am a 22 year old woman, and for those who are hungry for details, my physical description is as follows: I am 5'2", barely over the 100 pound mark. My frame is quite petite, but I was fortunate enough to be blessed with a "nicely shaped" hourglass figure, or so I've been told. A few years of waist training will do that, I suppose. I do love my corsets. I have pale skin with a fair complexion, and chin-length hair dyed crimson. My hazel eyes and pouty lips are my most prominent features. I love to paint my face in dark make-up. Though, I'm sure you would rather I go on with the juicy bits, mm? My bust is a 34C, not too big but not too small. Perfect for my structure, in my opinion. I've been told I have a nice ass by several people, lovers and strangers alike. I can't disagree, really. Even I am guilty of whispering "Damn~" when modeling a new pair of sexy panties in the mirror.

Bondage play at the club, group, [FFM]

I'm Tom and in a non-monogamous relationship. Other than that a normal guy with a normal job. I like writing about my experiences so (a) people know that a normal guy can have crazy sex and (b) because it turns me on knowing that you are reading this ;-)

For more about me see my previous stories: https://redd.it/1euujl https://redd.it/1glu4c https://redd.it/1goejp

Anyway, this event took place at another one of the parties I described in a previous story. It's a great venue with lots of friendly sexy people. This time I was there with Leah. We had been dating for about 4 months at that point. She's super sexy. About 5'8, pale skin, and lots of freckles. Slender build with small firm breasts and pink, perky nipples. Quiet personality but always a big smile. Leah is also in an open relationship and married to a friend of mine, but that's another story.

The evening got started perfectly. We drove to the city, had a delicious dinner at a Thai restaurant and then spent some time relaxing at a Russian Bath House. It's clothing optional with lots of hot pools (although no sexual activity allowed). Feeling clean and calm we headed over to the club. We had both been there before and first made the rounds greeting friends but it didn't take us long at all to find our way to the dungeon room.

Within Reach [fsub][M][bd][voy]

Stick to the Plan
Lauren had always been into restraints. Ever since she was a little girl she has been fascinated with ropes, chains and later handcuffs. But not like this. Never like this. Now and again she had tied her wrists together or padlocked a chain around her ankles. But this was something bigger. This had a clear motive. Was she actually going to do it? Was she really going to tie herself down? The idea had been circling her head for a week. No matter what she did she just could not shake the idea of being bound. It was new and novel and… strangely arousing.

Door to the bedroom locked? Check.
Ankle ropes attached to the feet of the bed? Check.
Padlock by the headboard? Check.
Rope left over to tie the wrists? Check.

It was all very carefully planned. Lauren was going to lay down on her back on the bed. Then she would be able to tie her feet down, one at each foot of the bed. Finally she was going to tie her wrists together and use the padlock to secure her hands against the headboard. She had not been able to think of a means to escape, so she left the key in the padlock. Would not want to get stuck.

Visiting My Best Friend and Her Husband Part 2

Part one- https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3z7stm/visiting_my_best_friend_and_her_husband/

Jon's face lit up with a smile with Tim's suggestion of getting the swing and toys out. He turned away from and headed off to the storage closet located at the end of the room. Me and Sarah had talked extensively about her toy collection. Jon traveled a lot for work and one of his favorite past times while he was gone, was to seek out new sex shops and toys that he could bring home to use on Sarah. I knew from our talks that one of her recent favorites was a glove that had vibrating fingertips. She said that Jon looked like a robot with it on but that she could care less when he put those fingertips to use. I was about ready to explode just thinking about the possibility of seeing it in action.

Strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross [group][m/m/m/m/m/m/m/m]

This is a true story from the Bournemouth gay sauna-bar at its old location, when it had a dedicated playroom. Locals will know what I mean.

The sauna-bar was huge. Half of it consisted of showers, saunas, hot-tubs and the like. Separated by a bar in the middle, the other half was a dark labyrinth of rooms. Some were private, some had mirrored windows and some contained toys. At the very back of this maze through a barred door was a bondage playroom replete with a lovely assortment of equipment. I’ve had many adventures in that place, but this was my favorite.

In a dark corner of the playroom lived a sturdy wooden X-shaped St. Andrew’s cross. It was heavy and intimidating, with a complex array of straps and buckles dangling from its matte black bulk. Visible to the whole room, it set the tone for the entire area. Amazingly, it was never occupied. One day, I decided to change that.

Before my next visit to the sauna-bar, I bought a blindfold and a piece of underwear made from leather straps that came with an accompanying metal cock ring. I nervously made my way there early in order to arrive before it got busy; so early that I was the first customer of the evening.

The Hampton Inn [NSFW] [MF] [some bondage, some spanking]

Their ritual was well rehearsed and well played. She knew her role and she played it exquisitely. At least once a week they met for a couple of hours at the Hampton Inn. He used her and she used him for pure sex and soulful lovemaking.

He was the aggressor, the Dom, and she was his submissive. She loved their sublime exchange of bodily fluids and he fell head over heels for her too. She knew what to expect, yet every time it was different. Every time he took it to another level as their love grew. Every time she had just one more orgasm before he packed up his bag and went on his merry way.

It was always during the day, between 9 and 5. It had to be outside of their family time. And the Hampton Inn was not too far away from either one of them, only 15 minutes with no traffic. It was their favorite spot because they got reduced pricing for 4 hour short stays. Quiet as kept, a couple of hours was all they needed for their weekly existential experience.