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. Tag: Bondage
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.
[Sci-Fi] Futuristic Arrest & Interrogation Story[MF][Mild Bondage][Anal]
Your first clear thought is that you are looking at your feet with your hair hanging around your face. As you ponder that for a moment that threatens to stretch for hours you realise that you have no clear memory of, well anything since going to bed. When? Last night? Days ago?
A growing panic begins to swell within you as you realise that your hands are restrained at the wrists. The room sways as you try to think clearly. Somewhere part you of screams “You’ve been drugged, Moron!” but another part you wants to relent and drift back into the bleak safety of unconsciousness.
You can see that you are in a small room, the walls are a dull metallic colour. The floor is obscured by a swirling fog like layer that never seems to rise further then a few inches above the hard floor, despite the movement of your feet as you try unsuccessfully to stand up.
A low electronic hum stirs you to awareness and you see an object detach itself from the wall and float towards you. A beam of green lazer light emerges from the object and strikes the fog like substance which swirls at your feet. A sudden, chilling drop in temperature clears your head and you struggle to get to your feet as the beam begins to precisely trace the outlines of your body.
Am I Crazy, or am I Caught Up in a Beautiful Mind Fuck.. (Based on a true story, part 1, intro) D/s: f/f, f/m, f/f/m
(The following story is a work in progress documenting the excitement and tension of a reunion of two kinky friends.. Details changed to keep it anonymous, but inspired by a true story. Actual sexual contact will come in part 2 onward.)
"..I used to feel like.. I was made of steel. I felt like nothing in the world could catch me off guard anymore, after .." I trailed off, looking into my glass of now quite watered down whiskey on the rocks. Krystal was my ear tonight, a lifelong friend visiting from a few towns over. A light chuckle prompted a knowing nod from Krystal, who was leaning in on one arm. I rest my head on her shoulder, cradled by her long, fruit smelling red hair, and glanced up at her, feeling an excited grin curl up in the corners of my mouth.
"Surely you'll LOVE this, knowing you. Sex is always on your lips, now adays." I thought, rather admiringly. "How best to continue.." The look on my face seemed to perk up her interest. "What happened? Don't tell me, you finally caved and went back to cock, didn't you?" She giggled, with a sideways glance. "God, how can she be so naturally seductive?" I thought, recalling the years of boys teasing her for her constant "Fuck me" expression.
The Rebellious Stepdaughter, Part 4 [MMMf][bd][blkmail][drugs][inc][nc]
I found my old friend Jacob's number in my phone, and gave him a call. As the phone rang, I walked upstairs towards Carrie's bedroom. I stepped over the wooden shards on the floor, reminiscent of last night's fit of rage. Just as I entered, Jacob picked up the phone. A gruff voice boomed over the line, "Hey, look who it is! You fucking douchebag. How's life been since that frosty bitch cut off your balls?"
"Nice to talk to you again too, asshole" I said. "I'm actively getting my balls back, as a matter of fact. That's why I called." Jacob and his friend Cass were the two guys I ran with years ago before getting married to my wife. I took endless shit from them for being "hen-pecked" and "whipped". Once upon a time, I was a badass motherfucker. Drugs, guns, you name it. Everything changed when I met my wife. She "cleaned me up", got me sober, and now only my hidden tattoos give any hint as to my dark past. I rationalized the loss of my old persona as a fair price for the sex (in the beginning, my wife had been a sex goddess). Now that was all gone, and it was time to become an alpha again.
The Rebellious Stepdaughter, Part 3 [Mf][bd][inc][nc]
Waking up the next morning, I am at once thrilled and terrified as the memories of yesterday's events come flooding back to me. My primal brain is thrilled that I finally got to fuck the voluptuous teen siren with whom I've been sharing a roof for years. My rational brain, however, is spinning through the consequences of my actions. Carrie has friends who are going to come looking for her. Her mom is going to want to hear from her. Luckily it's summertime, so there's no school to consider. I decide that I can manage her texts and keep her mother and friends at bay for the moment. Carrie herself, though, is a more formidable problem. I have two choices: one, I could kill her and claim that she ran away, which she is just rebellious enough to do. I don't have that in me, though – I may be a rapist, but not a murderer! Option #2 is that I could do my best to break her and turn her into an obedient slave by the time her mother gets home. I don't know enough about Stockholm Syndrome and its kin to know whether a month is enough time for this to happen, but it's a better working plan than murder. Which would be a terrible waste, after all.