That time I was handcuffed and dominated by a girl from Tinder (Part 2) [MF] [Femdom] [Bondage] [Teasing] [Choking] [Anal Sex]

*Sorry for the wait, thanks for your patience. I got some nice feedback on [part one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sjw2i9/that_time_i_was_handcuffed_and_dominated_by_a/) from a few people, so here’s hoping you enjoy this next part even more. I’ve quite enjoyed writing up and reliving this encounter. WARNING: There is some alcohol use in this part of the story that could be considered mild CNC play (emphasis on mild). Nevertheless, felt it was worth mentioning up front.*

There I sat, handcuffed naked to a chair in a hotel room, having just been denied another orgasm by my beautiful tormentor. She stood before me, the pale curves of her body on full display. Her dyed red hair was slightly messy, and a light sheen of sweat glinted on her skin, but her face betrayed no sign of exertion as she regarded me with a cruel smile on her lips. The angry red of my cock and heavy ache in my balls reminded me of how desperately I needed to cum, and so I knew that no matter what sinister intentions she had in mind, I would go along with them.

Aspiring Pony [bd]

This world isn’t your normal world. The climate treaty force down all the countries all over the world to drastically reduce their energy consumption. This ban put heavy blow on mechanisation that humankind was employing. The worst hit industry was automobiles. Soon after the ban on oil the automotive started disappearing from the road. Their place was taken by old horse cart.

But to make situation worse a pandamic decade ago wipe almost all the population of horses. Now there was carts but no ponies to pull them. The smaller and poor countries started using human, specially women to pull their carts. Soon this practice spread all over the world.

The women being to be enslaved and forced to be a pony became popular. This rampant pony slave was opposed by many faminist groups. UN was forced to put ban on forced ponification. But till now ponies not only became a need but became glamourised specifically in teen girls who were brainwashed through media to become pony. The sedist men in power allowed volunteery ponification. The research grew on this, a new drugs, training method and schools started to train ponies and make better ponygirls.

[FFM] My (38F) accidental trip to a sex club

I have this whole thing written out but it’s way too long too post all of it. So I’m going to give the short and sweet version. If you know a way I can post the whole thing please let me know. (And if yall want more)

So my husband and I have been in the lifestyle for many years (18+). But in 2018 we were in a dry spell. Friends had either moved out of lifestyle or moved away. So we decided to go to a meet and greet for swingers happening at Mardi Gras. We met a couple and had a great time. They then invited to a party they were throwing the next month at an old “warehouse” they had leased. When we got there it was shady. Like scary (more details in full story) but people we knew showed up so we decided to go in anyway. When we got to the back the first thing we saw was a beautiful Asian woman suspended in rope in the middle of the room. All around her were men and women tied to or strapped to bondage contraptions and tables. We were shocked and more than a little nervous. Not that we are against bdsm but we were not expecting this kind of party. Like I thought dancing, music and sex not ropes, whips, and chains.

Here’s What I Think About Vanilla Sex [F4M] [Femdom]

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## DOMINATRIX DIARIES: CHAPTER 3

I have to admit, there have been moments where I’ve thought about sleeping with a sub. Though I’ve never acted on it, the sight of a man helpless in bondage, eagerly awaiting orders while his body throbs against his chastity cage is enough to send me into a frenzied spree of perversion, lust, and desire. It’s unlike me to be so out of control, so wanton, but the wetness between my thighs is undeniable. In extenuating circumstances, I reach for what’s familiar—my strap. I fumble with the harness, look at my manicured fingers and consider removing it. Releasing you from your bondage and revealing my soft, soaked lips. In my dreams, my hands are shifting towards the keys. In reality, I’ve already switched on my vibrator. Vanilla sex is for real men and unfortunately baby, you just don’t cut it.

Dancing Queen Ch. 2: Casual Relationship [M/F]

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=== ***Queen*** ===

I’ve been looking for him, waiting. It’s been a couple of weeks since that night, and my pussy aches for him. Sure, I’ve had a couple of VIPs, but every time I perform for them, I picture him there. Every time they fuck me, I imagine his Herculean cock thrusting into me. It worked for a bit, and I was able to trigger, or actually trick, my brain into believing it’s him. That it’s his cock inside of me. His girthy, veiny manhood. I actually came a couple of times. But as time went on, it got harder and harder. I need a fix. I needed him.

I still haven’t let anyone else cum inside me, or kiss me, other than Bryn.

Every time I’m on the stage, I look over the crowd, expecting to see that button up shirt, black rimmed glasses, and khaki pants. Every night, I am disappointed, and I force myself to perform.

Depression finally sets in, and the realization that I’ll never see Bryn again became more and more real. I took a week off from stripping, its actually not hard because we are able to freely work whenever we want. It’s actually liberating!

Sharing with J [MMF] [bd] [oral]

Sharing is Caring™

“Come here,” I say. “I want to show you something.”

Up to that point, it’s been a quiet evening—ESPN, the sofa, the three of us chatting about kids, pets, sports. A typical Saturday night in suburbia, each of us with a gently sweating beer under the rapid whir of the ceiling fan.

I stand and extend a hand. You rise and take it. “Close your eyes,” I murmur; as you do, I take your hand and spin you around a few times, muddying your sense of direction, then I take your elbow and lead you to the guest bedroom. As I guide you down the hall, I notice your lips parting slightly. You’re breathing a bit faster, almost as if you know what we have planned.

I lead you to the middle of the room, where—unseen by you—there’s a folding massage table, a lucky find at the thrift store. Gently I move you over towards it and turn you so the backs of your thighs touch the table; with a hand on your shoulder, I press gently so that you sit down. You pivot and stretch out along the length of the table, relaxing and happily accepting the notion of getting a relaxing massage… right up until I grab the thick leather belt I use for powerlifting, wrap it around your midsection, and secure you to the table.

Step Sister Corruption Part 218 – Day 119 Ginger Has Her Cake and Eats It Too Pt 2 (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

*Sarah aka Ginger*

I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into my son as whoever was currently fucking my face was clearly **not** my son.

He was a monster.

I mean up until now my son has always been this kind caring big cocked person. Full of love and compassion. Easy going. And a smartass.

That was before he took whatever it was that changed him into the person who was currently bouncing his nuts against my face and torturing my tits as he called me *his* **pet**.

At first I thought it was just his level of foreplay until the torture on my girls started. That’s when I *tried* to fight him and push him away but I was at a vulnerable position and quickly gave up when any pain was introduced to my tits.

This monster kept up *his* torture on my body so long that I *tried* to keep a hold of my psyche of *who* I am as other parts of my body had already succumbed to his onslaught as my breasts and pussy was in absolute love with him all while he fucked my mouth and throat as his balls vigorously slapped against my nose and forehead.

Romantic Roulette Part 3 (MF Oral Dubcon Bondage Creampie Breeding TPE)

Things continued like this for weeks between Jennifer and what she could eventually only describe as her new boyfriend. Every morning she woke up, surprised that she wasn’t sick of him yet. She knew the reason of course – no matter how often they saw each other he had managed to avoid getting clingy so far. She knew that it couldn’t last forever. But as long as it did, she was enjoying it. She ended up at his place after class most days now. It was a comfortable routine. If he was working she’d curl up on her phone or maybe prance around naked and be as distracting as possible, depending on her mood. If he was free, they’d spend the afternoon fucking like rabbits; the only question was whether they’d go get something to eat first, or if they’d order in after they were sweaty and exhausted.

My Friend My Cousin Marie

Growing up I was the black sheep in my family, I didn’t really fit in with the older guy cousins, and the one cousin my age talked to ants, sniffed markers on the regular and I’m pretty sure was on the verge of very dark things. This left me to roam at the family get togethers and mostly hang out in the corner listening to music and trying to get through so I could move on to more fun things until the next family event.

This was not the family that I spent most of my time with, this was my biological fathers family, when I was born my Bio-dad (BD) ran and hid and forced my mom to reach out to his parents so they knew they had another grand child. He finally came around and would spend occasional time with me, but there was always the feeling that he despised having a child so young. On one of these visits I had rented some movies and was hanging out at my aunts house to watch them while BD was off working. The only free TV was my cousin Marie’s bedroom tv, she was off at her friends house for the day so I plopped down on her bed and spent the afternoon watching movies. She came home later that evening and we decided to go walking for awhile until dinner time. This was the start of finally having someone to hang out with in that family.