Allowances Pt 2 [[FDom, msub, BDSM, toys/whipping]

As Richard obediently crawled to the full-length mirror that sat opposite the chair, Ziru pranced to the dresser that spanned the adjacent wall. She took her time opening drawer after drawer knowing Richard watched her reflection with trepidation. Having had her pleasure already and being in no particular rush to do the same for her kneeling cock-boy, she drew out her teasing, selecting one toy only to set it aside for another. Eventually, Ziru did begin to make legitimate selections but she positioned herself in such a way that Richard couldn’t see the items as she whisked them into a waiting pouch. As she turned and approached, the only device that he could be certain she brought was a short riding crop. Beyond that, her plans were a mystery.

 

Once again, Ziru crouched in front of Richard, this time removing the fabric from his mouth. She gently guided his head down to her breasts, directing him to kiss one then the other. When he had, she withdrew the first item from her bag- a horse bit-gag.

 

“Even though your tongue-fuck was adequate, I don’t quite think you’ve earned back free use of your mouth. Do you?”

Allowances Pt 1 [FDom, msub, BDSM, oral]

Despite all the rumours and intrigue that swirled about his adoptive father, Richard Adrimar emerged on the political scene untarnished. By the time he was appointed Royal Magus at the age of 24, he had earned an exemplary reputation and the worst that could be said about him- that he was a staid man- was still a compliment in the right company.

 

Outwardly, Archmage Adrimar bore the burden of his reputation with humble pride and a shy smile, keeping hidden the internal struggle he faced when it came to matters of the heart. For all his careful manners and steady judgment, Richard had deposited his heart into the hands of a-

 

 

“*Harlot.*”

 

Ziru looked to Richard, her green eyes snapping up and down as she studied him, fuming as he was in the bathroom’s doorway.

 

“You’re home early.” She lifted a hand from the enamelled tub and gestured at the naked man crouched beside it, his arms still hidden beneath the suds. “Richard, this is… Ferance?”

 

“Ferdinand.” The man had gone stiff with anxiety but hazard a glance over his shoulder paired with an ashen grimace. “She didn’t tell me-“

Simon’s Strict Unseen Mistress [MF, Fdom, bd, Spanking, Pegging, cum eating, humiliation]

**My first story so I’d love some feedback, thanks!**

 

Simon’s Strict Unseen Mistress

 

He wasn’t sure how he was going to get out of this… or how he really got into it. His legs were bound tightly, his calves pushed against his thighs and tightly bound in something strong, probably plastic. His arms felt the same, his forearms to his biceps and again bound tightly unable to move. The rest of his body felt mostly bare, a chill breeze passing over his exposed buttocks and up his back. The only other things he could feel was the ball gag in his mouth, the eye mask on his face and something around his cock… all encompassing, cold and solid.

 

‘You’re awake then…’ there was a short pause ‘finally’.

 

He froze, the woman’s voice measured and stern and he was suddenly aware of just how naked he thought he was. He could feel his penis retract at the thought of someone looking at him in whatever state he was in. He dared not move… even if he could.
He expected the voice to continue speaking but there was only silence. At least a minute passed… finally he tried to turn towards where he thought the voice was coming from and tried to speak a muffled meek hello through the gag.

Being Appreciated [MF][Pegging, Fdom – gentle]

The tiles are cold. It feels somehow wrong to walk upon them barefoot: one gets that feeling of vulnerability, putting one’s naked feet into the domain of boots. He shivers slightly. Being in this corridor, with its row of sliding doors and its institution-green walls is a strange sensation in and of itself: he keeps expecting somebody, maybe a stern nurse or a dark-suited official, to emerge from one of the doors and ask him why, exactly, is he strolling down this corridor with his hair all wet, wearing nothing but a fuzzy bath towel.

The feeling is altogether exciting.

Nobody comes to investigate the patter of his feet on the tiling. The building seems deserted. The doors lack number plates (in fact, they don’t even have handles), so he counts them aloud as he walks – eleven, twelve, thirteen, and all the way down to thirty-two. That’s the one, she’d told him. “Thirty-two” – she said, “knock thrice, then twice, then five times.” And so he does.

[fF+] Wild Roses pt. 5: Unwise Things [bd] [fdom]

Throught summer and autumn, Summer’s education at the hands (and often lips) of Greenfinger continued, and with every day that passed, her powers became sharper and more focused. Under the witch’s tutelage, she learned to call forth cool fire and warm wind, to shape plants, to call thunder and lightning, rain and snow, and even to banish them, for sun-, moon- and starlight. Finally, soon after snow began to fall, Greenfinger decreed that she was ready for unwise things not of the forest, and led her to the cabin by the pond.

Inside was a wild cacaphony of noise, color and smell, with jars and bottles, scrolls, books and tablets from every corner of the world stacked in the hundreds on the shelves that lined the walls of the laboratory, the room itself much larger than the outside of the little hut would suggest. A strange twinge of recognition ran through Summer as she paced along the shelves, but she could not place the feeling, and soon put it out of her mind.

“There’s so much…” she said, trailing off as a particularly bright bottle caught her eye.

[fF] Wild Roses pt. 4: Wisdom of the Forest [fdom]

Summer nervously twirled a lock of golden hair around a finger as she walked quietly down the forest path. She had been here before, she knew, but that was a long time ago and a long time forgotten. In the early spring air, her white linen dress was a little cool, but she loved the way it shaped her bosom, and against the stark blue of the winter roses in her hair it looked gorgeous. All she could hope was that the forest witch would find it as striking as she felt wearing it. As the small hut came into view at the bottom of the path, nestled under an outcropping where the river tumbled down a fall into a clear pond, she rubbed the ring on her finger for luck, and straightening her back she resolved to set one foot in front of the other.

At the door, she gave a knock, and waited.

When no reply came, she knocked again, louder this time, but again was met with silence.

With a sigh, she deflated, and with relief and regret half and half she turned, to make her way back home.

Love in the air [MF] [Fdom]

I spent Christmas 2016 in England, just chilling with family members that I have there. I decided to fly back home on New Years day – fucking terrible idea. The flight was filled to the brim. I had large men seated next to me on both directions, it was hell to stay in my seat.

I’m prone to air sickness, so I stood at the back of the airplane – where the bathrooms and staircase to the upper deck are located. (This was a massive A3-80) I was standing there just waiting for the hours to tick by, when a stewardess came over to ask me if I was okay. I just told her that I was feeling nauseous and I needed to stand around to eliminate the feeling.

She wasn’t stunning, but she would qualify as someone you would call attractive. She was asian, with brown shoulder length hair that was curled at the ends. She was short, about 5’2 and her tight uniform made her look really busty. Like, in both her chest and booty area. She looked to be in her mid-20s, just a little older than me.

I call her “Mommy.” [mF] [Fdom, msub] [Oral]

Some weeks had passed since Natalie took my virginity, and I gotta say, she has kept me on the ropes. I spent almost every weekend at my Dad’s. He was flattered, but I doubt he would be as happy if he knew I was actually there to fuck his wife. I actually did feel bad about the whole thing, but I barely had time to think with Natalie, or Mommy as she insisted I call her, draining my nuts.

This particular weekend Natalie was out and my father was called into work for something I didn’t care enough about to listen. I was on my bed texting my closest friend, Max, about a band she was very much into. Max was hot, no doubt about it, and had a great sense of humor and listened to me no matter what I had to say. Of course, there was no way she’d ever look at me like that, so I stuck with my inhumanly curvy stepmother.

I just needed a spotter! [MF] [Fdom]

In order to keep my weight in check and my muscles strong, I lift weights, heavy barbell training to be specific, out in my garage four times a week. Two days for upper body and two days for lower body. Its been a fantastic way to combat the slow decay of muscle loss that starts to happen in your mid forties, not to mention it increases bone density which is important as you age.
My wife enjoys the side benefits, which is the leaner look I’ve got and the more muscular arms, chest and shoulders. I’m certainly no body builder but I do have a more athletic look and feel the effects in the bed room. Increased stamina and higher libido to name a few, not to mention the new found strength to lift my wife off the floor and pin her to the wall when I’m feeling more aggressive.
The other day I was out in the garage about to attempt a new personal record. So I asked my wife if she wouldn’t mind spotting me, just to be safe. She was sitting on the couch in her bath room, a usual afternoon relaxing on a Saturday. “Hey sweetheart you mind coming out to the garage an give me a spot? I’m going for a personal record.” She looked up from her phone “I’m not really dressed for it but sure, gimmie a minute to dress.” I went back out to the garage to do some warm up sets to prepare for the max rep. A good ten minutes or more went by. What the hell is she doing? There’s no need to put on make up just to spot me for one rep. Just then she came through the garage door, still in her robe. “What took so long? I thought you were getting dress?” I notice she had make up on, which was rather odd but I dismissed it quickly since I was focused on knocking out this personal record attempt. She took her place behind the rack and barbell as I set myself up and grab the bar, took a deep breath and just then felt a tightening around my wrist. Before I could look up and notice the zip tie, the other one was around my second wrist and pulled snug. I was strapped to the barbell and with as much weight as was on the bar I couldn’t move. I was helpless. “What the hell are you doing” I said with a slight chuckle. “Well, you’ve worked so hard to get strong, always taking control, using your new found strength to make me submit to your desires. I think its time you lost control ‘muscle man’ ” She giggled and in a flash she had my gym shorts around my ankles. I was in shock, and began to feel my cock twitching with excitement. She seductively straddled my thighs and leaned over me, laying a kiss on my lips and probing her tongue into my mouth, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth before biting down gently as she pulled away from me. Just then she pulled the holding pin from the bench and back support section fell into the declined position leaving me hanging by wrists with just my ass clinging on to the seat pad. I let out a struggling grunt as I adjusted zip ties digging into wrist and felt my heart start to beat harder, possibly due to the previous work sets, or to new position I found myself.
She didn’t say a word, stood up and opened her bathrobe, dropping it to the garage floor to reveal a garter belt and stockings Id never seen before. They were red lace with white fur tops on the stockings and the garter had a thick black belt with gold buckle in traditional “St. Nick” fashion, giving a holiday feel to the whole thing. She bent over at the waist, keeping her legs locked and let her breasts hang over my exposes shaft. She had upgraded her nipple piercings from two individual bars to a twin pair of rings that where connected in the middle by a small link chain, by which a small silver charm hung that said “Cum Slut”. “Where did you get that?!” I was astonished at this aggressive action and was noticing my own nipples hardening with excitement as my cock was now fully engorged. She ran her hands playfully across my stomach and down to my rod. Slowly stroking up and down with a evil smirk across her face. She knew she was in total control.
“I’m going to do some heavy lifting myself.”
As she cupped my ball sack in her hand and lifted it up, exposing my taint and she leaned lower and began to run circles under my testicles with her tongue.
“This won’t do, you need to be positioned better.” She stood back up and lifted my legs high over my head, tearing off my gym shorts and tossing them to the side. I was spread eagle, ankles in the air, completely exposed! Then she pulled up one of the folding chairs we keep in the garage and sat down right in front of me. Gripping my cock firmly in one hand and cupping my balls with the other, she gently began to give my sack a tongue bath. Not the gentle licking of a girl who’d never done anything before. No she stuck out her tongue wide as if she was being given a medical inspection and laid the base of it across my taint dragging it flatly up till my balls fell from the edge of her tongue. Slowly stroking all the while, ensuring that i would remain hard and edging my cock. She stuck a finger in my mouth unexpectedly and commanded.
“Suck!”
I obliged, being able to slightly taste the flavor of my own precum. I sucked her finger slowly till she pulled it out of my mouth and placed it firmly into my anus, just the finger tip at first, but that was about to be graduated shortly to much more.
She continued feasting upon my scrotum, licking, and pulling the skin in different directions with her teeth. All the while the stroking she preformed on my cock quickened and become more of a beating, rough motion. She was eager to make me spill, I could see it in her eyes. It’s that look she gets when she’s excited and knows what she wants. She was going to get it, We hadn’t made love in a few days and I had been so focused on my training that I hadn’t masturbated either. My nuts were full and I could feel the precum frothing at the top of my cock, making tiny bubbles from her stroking.
“You never wash that gym shirt” she said as she pulled down on my “Gold’s Gym” shirt I bought in Cali on summer.
“You’re gonna wash it tonight!” She smirked and gave me a wink and I felt her finger slide further up my ass, the thumb of that same hand planted firmly on the cock vein that was pulsing under my testicles. She wiggled her thumb back and forth, gently popping that deep vein back and forth. My precum was now dripping down my shaft making her jacking even smoother. I could hold out much longer and by the grunting sounds that I was making she knew it too.
“Come on baby, lets see it. I wanna watch you blow your fucking load. I know you’ve been saving up….”
She stopped stroking my hand and just held it, rubbing her thumb on my coronal ridge and across the frenulum.
I couldn’t take anymore and as I hung there, helpless I groaned out and she knew I was going to unload.
She pushed the head of my dick upward toward my chest just as I felt my cock begin to throb. A thick pearl-white rope of jizz flew out of my pulsing head and hit my chin, leaving jizz dripping from my beard, then rest all over my gym shirt. More pulsing as she fingered my prostate and my hips are bucking, my legs are left quivering and I continue to spill cum all over myself and she laughs and enjoys the fireworks. She grips my nuts tightly and kisses the tip of my cock.
“Now you have to wash that shirt”
She put her bathrobe back on and went in the house. I was left hanging by the barbell, watching those thick ropes of jizz slowly melt into my favorite gym shirt as I was left there for the remainder of the night.

Mutual handjobs with my new crossdresser friend [M29, T19] [MT]

Well, it’s been a while since I shared a story. Unfortunately since the summer I’ve had a lack of interesting stories, particularly about crossdresser encounters. But this experience was so hot it would be a shame to keep it to myself.

Way back in August I noticed a new profile had come up on a well known scene website. The profile gave very little away, but what I could see was one photo of a crossdresser wearing only black panties and black stockings bent over from behind. The photo was black and white and deliberately didn’t give much away. The girl called herself Poppy and was aged 19. As I said, this profile was pretty much bare. Usually I don’t bother with profiles like this, as from experience they are usually the flakiest people, but this girl was so smooth and slim that I had to introduce myself.