By the time we made it to the cabin, I was practically shaking with excitement. My first encounter with this man was amazing. I loved the way that he had controlled me, the way that he had ordered me around, the way that he had edged me and then forced such an intense orgasm from me. I had felt helpless, an extreme contradiction to who I was in real life. I was a powerful businesswoman, a woman who didn’t take shit from anyone, who worked for what she had and got what she wanted. Before tonight, I had never let anyone tell me what to do, but here I was, exhilarated and eager for more.
Tag: Bondage
The Dark Elf and her Captor (F×NB)(CNC)(NonCon)(Fantasy)(Bondage)(Creampie)
*~[Author’s note: Hey all! This is my first time ever posting my erotica publicly, so go easy on me! I hope you enjoy it. I’m a big fan of fantasy so this is inspired by one of my D&D characters who is a dark elf, AKA, drow.
I also decided to write the story with a nonbinary AMAB character with they/them pronouns so please do respect that.]~*
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**The Dark Elf and her Captor**
Jera awoke to her captor hovering over her. She was lying on a bed, her wrists bound tightly behind her back. She yanked hard, but the hempen rope only bore deeper into her skin. She moved to roll over, only to realize her legs were tied spread open. She looked up at her captor, who smirked and reached for her chin, grabbing on firmly, but not too hard. Dominant, but tender.
“Well, well, well. Good morning, Miss tough-as-nails. Seems you’re not so tough anymore. But you gave a good fight.” The captor let go of her chin and instead traced a finger down her smooth, exposed skin. Only with a single finger, leaving a line of heat and electricity as it trailed across her body. Down her neck. Across her collarbone. Down her sternum. To her belly.
Unexpected Developments Pt 7 [MFF][Inc]
Thinking about Emily getting a DP made Emma a lot more jealous and really aroused. She wanted it too, so maybe this weekend. Stripping off her nightie, laying on the bed, she began to explore her body, tweaking her nipples, running her other hand over her mons, caressing her swollen clit and vaginal lips. Using her fingers, she cupped her hand and inserted two of them inside herself, while pressing on her clit. Stroking herself a bit more, Emma felt her body react to the stimulus of her touching herself. The she stopped. She got off her bed, walked out of her bedroom and made her way to her Mom’s bedroom. Standing outside the door, she could see the thin strip of light under the door, hearing the soft hum of a vibrator and moans of Mom pleasuring herself. Putting her hand on the door knob, Emma opened the door and walked in.
Mom was laying back on the bed, her legs spread, pumping a vibrator in and out of herself, holding a breast in her other hand. Startled, Mom jumped up and squealed as she saw Emma, naked, standing in the doorway.
“Emma! What are you doing?”
The time I [F] had sex with two guys in 12 hours
My last post, where I had sex with two guys in twenty-four hours, reminded me of the time I had sex with two guys in twelve hours.
A few years ago when I was 19, I was abroad for a few weeks when I met Antonio on Tinder. He was 28 at the time, so 9 years older—the oldest age gap I’d been with at the time. He was a muscular, taller, intelligent, Italian gentleman I was eager to meet because of his looks and his hint that he was into BDSM in his profile. I had never dabbled in BDSM but had always been interested so I was eager to meet him. It turns out his big thing is bondage, spanking, and domination. It turns out all of those kinks are also mine. I would come over frequently during my stay abroad for our sessions and they were all fantastic. Though the second to the last time, I had a pretty bad sub drop due to a lack of aftercare so the last time we saw each other, he made sure to take special care of me.
The Activewear Tease – Part 1[f/M][NC][Bondage][Humiliation]
The Activewear Tease – Part 1: Home Alone
It was a warm Wednesday morning, and Emily was home alone. The young eighteen-year-old was going to spend the day playing video games in her apartment, but Brian had other plans for her…
God…She looked so good in her slutty little active wear she loved to wear, Brian though, to show off her body to tease not only Brian but every other guy she came across. Today she was dressed in her dark gray matching sports bra and leggings with little black slip-ons
Brian slides the back door open and enters the house with ease. Emily too distracted playing her video game with her headphones on, she fails to see the intruder move into her house.
“Ohmygod! W-who are you!? How did you get in here! Get out before I call the cops creep!” Emily exclaims, jumping out of her chair, glaring angrily at the intruder in her house. Her heart racing. Brian just stares at the girl, looking her up and down, her little black slip-on shoes, her grey leggings, and black sports bra.
A pet diary – Pet in the Pod [bd][ds] Part 2
(first part here:
https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vsrmle/a_pet_diary_pet_in_the_pod_bdds_part_1/ )
Dear diary,
Where were we? Ah yes, I was drenched in cum and my own juices after the most formidable orgasm and my face was full of coffee from failing to drink it from the doggy bowl. Oh.. I knew I’d get to enjoy this writing time. I’m sore, so sore… I feel pain in muscles I didn’t knew I had and yet, writing these lines brings back the excitement that I felt few days ago. But lets pick it up where we left off.
It was morning of Day 5. I had Master’s cum all over my body and my own all over my legs. Master Nene sat on the couch after he was done with my pussy.
– Come here Pet – he said patting the end of the couch. He obviously wanted me to stay on the floor as opposed to sitting next to him as we did the previous days. I imagined he wouldn’t want me to stand up either and I was starting to see that Pet was carrying more meaning than what I initially thought. I crawled next to him and sat next to his leg looking up.
A pet diary – Pet in the Pod [bd][ds] Part 1
Hello, my name is Jessica. This is my first time writing in a diary, not by choice, not really, but I think I’ll actually come to cherish this time.
I guess, for starters, I should explain why I’m writing this. Long story short, because Master Nene said so. Today it marks one week since I decided to embark an adventure I would have never thought I’d dare to even contemplate. The story goes a little bit farther in time. I met Master Nene months ago, and for months we chatted. We discussed all kind of things. I was at a point on my live where nothing interested me anymore; nothing managed to keep me engaged. Although I never visited a doctor I’m pretty sure I was (am?) suffering of depression and/or some sort of ADHD.
I overate, under-exercised, spent hours mindlessly browsing Internet.. I had no real friends IRL and no real drive to find any. My job was a necessity I had to endure to survive, just so I could make enough money to continue existing, because I wouldn’t call it living.
Her Struggle is Always Sweet [MF] [Light Bondage] [CNC] [Anal]
My adrenaline spiked up with every second as I sprinted through the house. I had no destination but my eyes sought a route, any route. I was much too hesitant. Takedown! Dashing through the halls one moment and pinned to the carpet of Hunter’s study in the next, I was unbearably horny. Though disgruntled to find he wasn’t breathing hard, I was down, not defeated. Before he could trap my legs, I snaked my waist and heaved in the other direction, but I was foiled again. Hunter grabbed me mercilessly and we wrestled. No matter how I moved I couldn’t escape him.
I could sense that my resistance was his favorite part. His cock was so hot and thick in his pants, every brush against his groin caught my breath in my chest. I was making strategic moves but he got more determined as I became flustered and over-reactive.
Rebecca’s New Life (M/F) (BDSM) (Bondage) (Slave) (Auction) (Commission) (Toys) (FemSub)
Part One: Becoming His Property
As the strange men gripped her firmly by the elbows, Rebecca knew she had made a terrible mistake. She could not see; there was a leather hood which had been tied down around her head. It had no slits for eyes, and the dark fabric was pressed up against her face. The only opening was for her mouth, allowing her to breathe.
Other than this, she wore nothing at all. Her heart danced madly as she was escorted into the darkness. She did not know where she was going though she had a good guess. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, shackles bound her legs together so that she couldn’t move far or fast. She could feel the presence of the escorts, tough no-nonsense men who guided her forwards roughly with their hands.
The cold air brushed against her naked body, inspiring chills and visions of what was to come. Her body clinked with every step. Her bare feet slapped against the wooden floor. She was being led up. Up towards the auction block where her fate would be decided. Inside, she felt a bubbling mixture of terror, disbelief and a shameful undercurrent of anticipation.
[M]e, the lame incel who got catfished by an [Fdom]: [1st] [bd] [cbt] [goth] [rape] [deepthroat] [throatpie] [post orgasm torture]
Hey folks,
This story can either be read from a male (incel) or [female [Fdom]](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vr3jix/i_fucking_love_catfishing_pathetic_incel_men_fdom/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) perspective. Pick your poison.
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My fingers fly across the keyboard, eager to meet another like me in this cruel world.
**Celtrotify:** *Have you ever thought about looksmaxxing?*
**Betafish666:** *Plastic surgery isn’t an option rn cause $$$. Plus, I’m a heightcel. Nothing can change that.*
His response makes me chuckle.
**Celrotify:** *True, comrade. Short men are doomed. Lol. Hardcore blackpill over there. R we still meeting 2nite? At the tavern on Hill St.?*
**Betafish666**: *Bet.*
This is the first time I’ve met someone from the “community.” I’m trying not to get too excited but, knowing there’s someone out there who understands makes me feel less insane.
The rest of the day drags on until I finally find myself at the peeling paint of the old Flashy Cat Tavern. I’m surprised it’s still standing.
Cracking the door open, I peak my head in and see two withering drunks slumped over a pint, bumbling on about this-or-that. Scanning the room, my eyes catch on some Stacy-lookin’ goth thot. She smiles and beckons me to come over with her long black nails. Her glossy trench coat parts and briefly reveals an elegant fishnet-cladden thigh.