Tag: Bondage

The slaps heard around the house. [MF] [Bd] [Bdsm] [Mdom] [Fsub]

Im going to grab your ass and push you onto your new couch, your legs close together feet touching the ground.

your ass raised in the air

I handcuff your hands behind your back and cuff your feet together

I stare at your your nice, tight yoga pants and slowly start to pull them up to see your swollen juicy pussy pressing against the fabric.

I start rubbing that big firm ass of yours…you start to get wet from the attention.

I raise my hand and slap your big sexy ass and you let out a quick yelp

I slowly rub your pussy for a minute then take your ass and squeeze your cheeks togeather. That large sexy ass bairly contained by those tight yoga pants…almost burting at the seems

I take my left hand and place it on your side

you can see the shadow of my right hand raise on the ground,

your eyes widen knowing a nice hard slap is coming.

I slam my hand down onto your right ass cheek, your legs buckle from the feeling. Read more »

The Angel of Lust [MF][Fantasy][Sacrilegious][Mast][Bondage][A bit of fearplay]

The full story can be found here. Please comment with feedback (even something as simple as "I enjoyed this story" is welcome), any constructive criticism is always excellent! Thank you for reading!

As Sister Anita knelt before the altar, she trembled, chafing her knees on the floor. The young nun bit her lip, eyes fixated on the dark, polished wood before her. Shaking, she lifted the skirts of her habit, the cool fabric trailing along her thighs. In the shadowy, deserted chapel, Anita moaned. Her voice echoed off the high ceiling, reverberating off cold stone and unyielding wooden pews.

Anita was the youngest nun in the convent by at least thirty years. Her pretty face and deep brown eyes had captured the hearts of nearly half the young men in her village, and musical voice had attracted most of the rest. But there were no young men to sing her praises here. Not in a nunnery. The moonlight, filtered through stained glass windows, gave her pale a skin an unearthly, ethereal glow as she bent backward. Read more »

My first attempt at writing “funny” erotica: The Succubus Fails to Seduce

The story with better formatting can be found here. A fun, short story I wrote. Not very long, but enough that I thought it should be shared! Thank you for reading. Let me know what you thought!

The succubus harumphed, her lip sticking out in an adorable pout. Inside the circle, she crossed her arms, sticking out a hip to bump the invisible barriers holding her in place. She scowled at the rugged, leather-clad man opposite her. He leafed through a book, squinting in a vain attempt to read the faded, yellow pages, slowly, gingerly turning them between his rough, tanned fingers. One of them cracked, crumbling into powder. He swore, then finally turned to her.

“Damn you, Brismée of Hell,” he snarled, slamming the ancient tome onto the table. A cloud of dust billowed over the chamber. His beady eyes bored daggers into the red-skinned demoness. Nonchalant, she flipped her hair over her shoulder with a flick of her wrist. The raven locks tumbled down her back as she laughed, the light music of her voice a stark contrast to her horns and long, thin tail. Read more »

The Safe Word (Light BDSM)

I love reading the stories posted here, so I thought I'd contribute. Let me know what you think!

The Safe Word (Light BDSM)

Raina had driven from her dorm to this unfamiliar part of town because she wanted to try something new, and as she stepped out of her car, she reminded herself again that even though the whole weekend was blocked out for this “adventure,” it was all her idea and she could back out at any time.

“Just say the ‘safe word’ and everything ends,” she repeated to herself.

For as long as she had even known about sex, the shy, pretty coed had had shameful sexual fantasies. Alone in her room late at night, she dreamed of a faceless man taking total control of her, bringing out her hidden desires, tying her up, “forcing” her to do all the nasty, naughty things she knew she would love… but she was a nice girl, with nice friends and a nice family, so she was embarrassed to tell anyone about her secret desires. No one on earth knew how badly she needed to get fucked hard and dirty, how her pussy dripped when she even thought of a strong man taking control of her… But she decided on her 22nd birthday that the time had come to see what would happen if she actually lived out her secret desires. She was brave a few minutes ago, safe in her car, but now, as she closed the door behind her and made her way down the dark street, she was wondering if this had been such a good idea. Read more »

Wake Up [fm, bondage, facesitting]

Somewhere in between dreams I heard the shower start.

Opening my eyes some time later I found myself bathed in gray light coming through white linen curtains. Then I watched the naked legs of a woman in a towel walking back and forth in front of me as I laid on my side trying to decide whether I was awake or not. Occasionally those legs were followed by a nervous black cat who batted at the towel.

There were the distant smells of soap, shampoo, perfume, and all those sweet feminine scents I associated with her.

For a few moments sleep took me again, like an undertow dragging me into the waves.

Seconds or minutes or hours later I awoke with a start and sensed her near. She was far less nervous than the cat.

There was something remarkable about the transformation that took place when she took off her clothes. In the street she put so much thought into her style; her glasses, her stompy boots, her fishnets, and her leather. Buttons on her messenger bag proclaimed various affiliations; political, musical, sexual, and comic. From sarcastic t-shirts to exposed garter belts every detail told a story. Read more »

Story of a Petite Virgin – Part 2 [mf][bd]

Part 1 is here

A low moan brought Anna out of her deep thoughts. Even her gentle stroking could get him off given enough time and she didn't want that yet, not till he satisfied her burning need. Abruptly, she let go of him and pulled his boxers down to where his legs were tied to the chair.

Jay looked down at her plaintively. "Please, baby, I can't take much more of this."

"It's your turn."

"What?" he said confusedly.

"Truth or dare, remember?"

"Oh yeah, truth or dare, and please, please, please say dare," he begged.

"Well…" she teased. "Okay. Dare."

"I want you to get me off!" he exclaimed impatiently. Anna gave him a sly sideways look.

"Okay, but I get to do it my way."

"Fine, I don't care which way you choose – they're all good – I just need you to get me off!"

"Alright then, I'll even give you a blow job – that's what you were hoping for, right? – but you have to get me off first." Read more »

Story of a Petite Virgin – Part1 [mf][bd]

What follows is one of the earliest stories I ever wrote. I was a virgin when I wrote it and it's based on a fantasy I had in my early teens. The bondage is pretty light, bordering on vanilla, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. -anony

Part 2

Jay and Anna are drunk. Not sloppy, can't stand up drunk, but the "finished a bottle of Merlot instead of corking it" kind of drunk. Jay had fixed a sumptuous meal of chicken parmesan which they ate in Jay's apartment by candle light. It was their six-month anniversary and they wanted to celebrate.

"You know what I haven't done in years?" Anna asked rhetorically.

"What?"

"Play truth or dare."

"Uh huh," Jay said guardedly. "And it will be a while longer before you play it again."

"Aww, come on, it'll be fun."

"Nothing good will come of it. I know couples who have broken up because of that game."

"Oh please, that won't happen to us. Besides," she said seductively, "just think about what you could make me do if I chose ‘dare'." A few thoughts did occur to him, but he still wasn't sure. "I'll even go first, if you want." Read more »

Shiva (OC)

I become aware at a moment where I'm up to my knees in glacial runoff, my rod high behind my shoulder at the line's zenith, and my eyes are instinctively squinting at the dancing reflection of the sun. The fly skips over my head and floats to the water, landing where the sun floats on the river. At that my world and vision became red. Red like a fissure in the earth. Red somewhere between copper and crimson. Red like the sun beaming through the blood in your eyelids.

Ah, that explains it.

It's December. I'm not fishing, I'm in bed. My legs have crawled from cover, there was never a river. My brain renewed the knot with the here and now, and I rolled over. No, I tried to roll over, but my shoulder is pinned. It's that moment that I smell her. Feminine sweat and Tibetan incense, top notes of vodka and oil- all ingredients of the evening prior. I have a strict No Sleepovers rule (more because it distally defends my own self from the knowledge that I do sleep better with an intimate partner than anything else), the liquor had obviously gotten the best of us. She had found my protruding collarbones and made a pillow of them. The sheet had slid off most of her body, but wove through her legs and covered her front and shoulder. I could see the nylon rope from the past evening loosely wound around her exposed ankle. Her ass peeked from the opposite side, it was making me hard. Her knees cocked just right that her back arched slightly and her ass stuck out like an offer. I couldn't help myself. Read more »

You ask me to cum while imagining you doing things to me.

Sadly, reading about the things you would do to me does not turn me on, much as I'd like it to.

I need to feel the heat of your cock through your briefs, feel your hot desire for me straining against the garment. I need to see your penis, run my hands on it, feel the hairs at the base, hear you shiver. I need to love with my eyes and hands and ears and lips in order to be turned on by your desire. I'd love to feel my lust welling up in me, odd as it sounds, in my throat. And my groin, and my heart which beats so loud I scarcely hear your moans.

I'd love to do some very light bondage with you, binding your hands with rubber bands that you can unfasten easily, but you are held captive by a look from me. I'd sit on your lap, naked waist down, tease your cock with my wetness. And these boobs of mine, that I never knew were this sexy, would be my weapons, my source of power over you. I'd undress, and would gaze into your eyes, and relish as they look hungrily from one set of eyes to another. I would love for your first contact with my pussy to be with your penis, which you push with such urgency that you miss my vagina and graze my labia and my clit – the feeling of penis on clit is indescribable. I wish… Read more »

Beast [mf][dubious consent]

This is an excerpt from a novelette I wrote that was recently banned from Amazon. It's only 99c on Smashwords but the starving artist that I am appreciates if you're strapped for cash so if you need it, I'll give you an exclusive reddit coupon :) As the story progresses there is bondage, oral, and more.

Chapter 1

“Take me instead,” I said, my voice unwavering. This man, the “Beast” as they called him, was going to kill my father. My kind, somewhat naive father, had racked up a series of unbeatable debts. While some were to banks, most were to unsavory types like this man.

My father’s debt was for us, my sisters and me. Well, mostly my sisters. The stupid brats wouldn’t get off their bums and chip in. They were used to the life of luxury we had before daddy lost his fortune in the recession. Always asking for expensive clothing, jewelry, and all that ilk, my father gave in until he was too far in a hole to see the light. Even now my sisters were dressed in Alice + Olivia dresses with matching Chanel clutches. All that good intentioned yet inappropriate spending had finally caught up to him. Read more »