“Service? Please?~” [mf][facesitting][milking][bondage][pegging] Part 1

"Bloody hell.. It's her."
"Who?"
"What's 'er name? Kerr? That model chick?"
"Miranda Kerr..?"
"Yes, she's bought the whole fucking first class lounge to herself and locked herself inside for the flight."
"Fucking hell, what I'd do just to tou-.."
"Flight Attendants, Stewardesses, Please start serving now."

The familiar sound came on, down each row of each plane, you know an A380 can carry over 800 passengers in one flight? That's a lot of M&Ms and Headphones to hand out just to keep everybody happy, just so that they can come back the next time for their dismal job or attempt at a vacation. This flight felt like it was no different then any other, hell, everything was the same, crying babies, coughing, sneezing, requests for food from people who probably should be going for the salad, and requests for salads from people who should be going for anything else. Everything about this flight was normal, there was somebody rich in the front lounge of the plane, as always. You see, the way the planes work for our organisation is that the lounge suite is a whole designated area, apparently it costs a bloody fortune to get in, and rumor had it, that Miranda Kerr was on this plane, in that very suite… Fucking hell.

Lesbians First BDSM Experience With a Guy [m/f]

Just a warning!!! If you do not like the acts of BDSM ie spanking, whipping, bondage, and other acts such as those, then this story is not for you. It will get a bit graphic later in the series including forced bondage, chastity, and other CONSENSUAL adult acts, then you should back away now.
So this will be a series of stories of an experience I had with a friend of mine from the local BDSM community who is a lesbian. A little back information about her, and why she decided to let a male dom her, is because she had just had a harsh break up with her girlfriend who was also her dome and she wanted to expand her horizons and find new things she had liked. Even though her and her ex were in a D/s style relationship, they were both fairly new to BDSM and didn’t do more than the basics so she wanted to learn new things from me in a safe manor. So my friend will be referred to as Kitten, to protect who she is. Kitten is a beautiful girl, standing 5ft 3in, perky C cup breasts, thin build with a tight tummy, long brown hair, and a round, soft, booty that jiggled wonderfully under a spank from a paddle. I am a 6ft 3in guy, pretty big and strong, I work security so I know how to man handle people pretty well, and I have short dirty blonde hair. So Kitten and I had met on a BDSM website through a local group called the TNG (the next generation) which was a group to would meet together for vanilla activities for people aged between 18 and 30. Most commonly we would just meet in the party room at a local diner once a month and have fun, have kinky conversations, freak out the new waitresses and just have a good time. Every now and again we would do other things like bowling, go to a bar, or even play laser tag. Just things so like minded people can meet and become friends.

Mystic Vice: Hunter’s Moon (Excerpt)[F/M, Werewolf, Bondage]

This is an excerpt from the Mystic Vice Novella, Hunter's Moon. Its free if you sign up for my mailing list. I hope you enjoy.

“Victoria?” Jin called from the backroom. His voice sounded rough but still human. I took a deep, centering breath, and went to the backroom. Jin was on his knees, hanging limply from the chains. His head was hung low.

“Are you alright?” I asked, opening the door all the way. Jin looked up at me. He was sweating and he had a groggy look on his face.

“Water,” he groaned absently. “Water.”

I left, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and returned. Tentatively kneeling in front of him, I undid the cap and put the bottle to his lips. Jin drank greedily, like he was dying of thirst. He moaned lasciviously as he swallowed each mouthful. There was a sensual edge to it that wouldn’t have escaped anyone’s notice.

When Friends and Love Collide, Part 1 [FFM] [Fdom][Fsub] [Msub] [cuck] [huml]

I met Nikki, what – 1999…? – 14 years ago. New job, new folks, new city.

I was married at the time to someone I knew I should never have married (a straight girl who never grew up; different story) and while there were many opportunities to take that right turn and keep on going, I was always faithful. Until my wife wasn't.

Divorce was painful but there was one part of me that I'd always ignored – speaking of knowing better – that I took solace in: At least with having my own place I could finally indulge in my sexual fantasies without fear. Anyway, I moved out, got a place of my own and started to explore my sexual fantasies. I traveled to different parts of the city and talked with all types of people. People with orgy fetishes, bondage fans, sadomasochists, and freaks of every flavor. During these travels, the first person I got to know was Nikki.

When Friends and Love Collide, Part 1 [FFM] [Fetish] [Cuckold] [Humiliation]

I met Nikki, what – 1999…? – 14 years ago. New job, new folks, new city.

I was married at the time to someone I knew I should never have married (a straight girl who never grew up; different story) and while there were many opportunities to take that right turn and keep on going, I was always faithful. Until my wife wasn't.

Divorce was painful but there was one part of me that I'd always ignored – speaking of knowing better – that I took solace in: At least with having my own place I could finally indulge in my sexual fantasies without fear. Anyway, I moved out, got a place of my own and started to explore my sexual fantasies. I traveled to different parts of the city and talked with all types of people. People with orgy fetishes, bondage fans, sadomasochists, and freaks of every flavor. During these travels, the first person I got to know was Nikki.

Newbie Oral Sub (Part 1: The Buildup) [mM]

You are anxious but definitely not as scared as the first time. A month ago you could barely make yourself get out of the car, you sat there for nearly an hour before forcing yourself, one foot in front of the other, to his front door. You had met on Craig's List, he was looking for a newbie to suck him off and you were definitely that. It went ok, but it was awkward. He gave you good direction, both of you had fun, but afterward you didn't know what to do and you just bolted.

"This time will be different," you tell yourself as you walk those same steps to his front door. This time you notice how nice his house is. Not large but modern and expensive looking. You knock on the door and he quickly opens.

He smiles and says, "come on in." You are still getting used to the idea of looking at a man in a sexual way, but you can't help it now. He really is attractive. You feel the anxiety coming back and tell yourself, "No, I can't be scared of this." You repeat your mantra, "This time will be different."

Cynthia’s begininning – M/f – mild d/s

Of my major relationships, I think Cynthia is the hardest to explain. The story started and seemed to end simply. Kinky boy meets vanilla girl. A few dates, a bit of vanilla sex and boy gets bored. Boy moves on. Boy and girl stay friends.

A boring story perhaps and not the full story. For Cynthia would eventually become my live in 24/7 sex slave and to this day is still the dirtiest submissive I have ever been with.


The real story began simply as well. Months after the parting of ways we were at lunch. Both college students still and meeting with a large group of friends in a dining area for lunch. I was mostly studying with no classes for hours as was she. Friends came and went. At one point a crowded table of ten and finally just the two of us.

"I'm annoyed with you," she said out of no where. I looked up from my book, tried to think of something witty to say and finally just shrugged, "you got me," I said, "why?"

The Sun, The Girl and Goodbye ch6 [MF][Light bondage][Shower Sex]

He opens the door.

Two of the hotel room's many lights glow against the backdrop of the city's magical night, somehow a different color of blue and black than his own. He looks out over it, taking the last piece of meat from a kabob and a sip from a cool local bottled water. “You were right about the kebab place: it's very good. Worth the extra few minutes.”

He steps onto the balcony and the air feels wonderful against his skin. Somehow, being higher up has made it feel that much cleaner, cooler as he tosses the skewer in the trash and takes the small bag of items he purchased to the “desk” before opening it up. “They had everything, well, almost, but you weren't kidding. It was the place to go.”

A bottle of massage oil is placed on the desk. Then lube, a second kind of lube, and a butt plug. Finally he takes out some restraints, soft and easy guards that go over the whole of the wrist to make the strain of them bite into the flesh less while still taking more control. He dangles those, holding them by the chain in the middle. “These, I think, you'll be very happy with. They should alleviate a lot of your concerns.”

Power Management (Part 4) [SciFi, ENF, BD, FF, Voy]

Couldn't fit 20k+ characters, so this section is split a bit awkwardly. Part 5 to follow very soon.

Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3

Part 4

I woke up the next morning expecting to find my personal footlocker waiting outside my quarters, but there was nothing. It took ten minutes just to work up the courage to open the door as it was, since I still didn’t have a stitch of clothing, and my fabber was offline.

“Jupil,” I said, “what’s the status of my personal belongings?”

“Good morning, Kirin. There was a delay in decontamination. Dr. Fliss has also requested that I fab you some new clothes for your first day. Given your supervisory role, you will very rarely need a jumpsuit. Take a shower, if you wish, and your clothes should be ready by the time you’re done.” I muttered at the clothing issue, the delay on my personal items, knowing the doctor had something to do with it. Inside the newly added shower, Jupil spoke again. “As a reminder, Kirin, you may feel free to engage in any sexual activity you wish in this shower or the rest of your quarters.” I wasn’t sure if an AI could understand eye rolling, but that was my only response. After washing and drying off, I went back to fab and found a pile of clothes waiting for me.

Power Management (Part 3) [SciFi, ENF, BD, FF, Voy]

Part 1 can be found here

Part 2 can be found here

Part 3

The doctor frowned at seeing me in my state of undress, my hair still a little wet. I asked her if there was a problem.

“You biosys info came in.” She said.

“That was fast.” Of course, being a power station, they had a lot of energy to waste on things like communication.

“You said you didn’t have any behavioral mods.” Her voice was stern.

“I don’t.”

“Jupil tells me she received several complaints from people about you masturbating in the showers. And you made a point about coming back to my office undressed.”

“Jupil and I may have to have a little talk about what privacy means between AIs and humans. She said I didn’t break any rules.” I added. “I’m not sure why you had to be informed of that.”

“And she also explained that we try to keep things…appropriate…for the most part.” The doctor grabbed her diagnosis glasses and put them on. She looked strict behind the lenses. “After we received the model info on your biosys, the ship went over your scans. You have a sexual mod.”