While my father slept. [Fm] [Fdom, Msub]

My parents had been divorced since I was about ten. It was long and messy, but irrelevant. The important thing is that my father remarried during my senior year of High School. They had met online, and had dated about a year, which was quick. After I first met this woman, though I knew what had gone through my father’s head.

Natalie was several years younger than my father, and at 48 she looked stunning. Had she any kids, she would be the personification of a MILF. She dyed her hair a dark red, and kept it shoulder-length, which perfectly framed her face. Not that her face needed help drawing attention. She had the most beautiful milk-chocolate eyes. Great men had broken down locking with those eyes. That was if they made it past imagining her thick lips wrapped around their dicks.

Not how I expected it to happen [MF/f][bd][Fdom][huml]

For as long as I’ve known my wife, Clare, she’s had a bi-curious side. I always made it clear that I’m totally ok with anything she decides to do with another woman, on one condition: she’d need to tell me about it, in detail, afterwards.

Somehow, it never lead to anything. Sure, there were some parties where she’d kiss another woman, and we even went to a swinger’s club where some light petting occured, but never any full-on sapphic love.

Until yesterday evening that is.

For a few months now, we’ve been friends with a very sweet, innocent (or so I thought) younger woman, Kaitlyn. She’s about 12 years younger than we are, and still a student.

At the start it was completely platonic, but as time went by we started to fantasize about her. We didn’t think she’d ever be into that sort of thing, her being from a pretty strict religious background.

A while ago, she told us about some mistake she made at her internship, and I made fun of her for that. She was clearly not amused, but seemed to brush it off at the time.

So, fast forward to last night:

The Long Trail [MF] [Fdom]

Almost a year ago I broke up with my long-term girlfriend. If it is ok with you, I’d rather not mention her name because, well, I took some rather drastic measures to try and forget her. How drastic, you ask? Ok, after six months of self-indulgent misery I decided to go for a walk. A long walk… a very long walk. Six months ago I began a 12 month walk along the Appalachian Trail – 2190 miles across 14 States. At the time of this tale, I was roughly halfway finished after starting out in Maine and was roughly near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania (I think, anyway, there are very few signposts out in the wilderness.) During that time I became a different man. I’m 29 years old, medium height, fair complexion and most women would probably think that I was reasonably attractive. I say reasonably, because I’ve not always been that way these last few months. Sometimes I rock a ludicrous hillbilly beard because, well, on the long trail personal grooming is not the first order of business. Also, I often smell a bit – its honest and fresh BO of course, because washing and bathing is to be found only where you can find it. At those times when I can’t stand myself looking or smelling like a polecat I take myself into some small town and get a haircut and wash my clothes. Other times I mostly just strip off and jump into some beautiful and clean mountain stream when the weather is warm. If the mood takes me and the scenery is kind I may spend a few days letting my body recover from the endless tramping up and down the mountain tracks. Back home I own a small software company. You would never have heard of it, but it has made me more money than I can usefully spend. As a company director I had been living a soft life and, well, I used to be a tiny bit pudgy. No more though. A thousand hard miles behind me and an avoidance of all form of modern conveniences such as fast-food or motor vehicles, I have never been fitter. My body was as hard as a slab of concrete.

Visited a light femdom for the first time [X-post /r/sex]

Hey folks,

I wasn’t sure whether to post his to /r/femdom or /r/cfnm, but those both seem to be porn subs, so I figured it was more appropriate here. I hope this doesn’t count as an “achievement” post, as I’m not trying to crow about this. I simply have literally no other outlet for sharing this and I figured it might be interesting to some folks.

Basics: I’m an early-30s guy. From time to time I trawl craigslist looking for sexual encounters. Light ones with guys (i.e., /r/jobuds), anything goes with women. Recently, I came across an interesting post advertising a clothed female, nude male (CFNM) encounter that had light domination elements. I don’t really have a clue about dom/sub, but I’m clearly more submissive in bed (I’ve always wanted the woman to tell me what to do, which feels sort of shameful as it seems expected that I’ll control the encounter). I thought this would be an interesting thing to explore.

I emailed the person and got an email back. She refused to send pictures, and said she did this out of a reputable business so it was a risk to her and she wouldn’t send identifying info. She detailed how the session would go, and we talked scheduling. We set up a time (today, which is about a week after we talked).

The Argument [MF] [bd] [oral] [fdom]

“Did you remember to pick up my coat from the dry cleaners?” my girlfriend, Annette, asked as she briskly walked into the room?

I didn’t even hear her come in as I was playing an old Counterstrike game when I should have been doing a collage assignment. I told her this morning that I would be finishing it that afternoon.

“For fuck’s sake, Cliff, you forgot, didn’t you”? she asked, looking annoyed as hell.

“Is that the time?” I asked, looking at my watch, already going into my whole ‘pretend I forgot’ routine.

“Don’t even”, she said, disappearing into the kitchen. It is going to be one of those afternoons, I thought.

I was wrong.

I was going to get up and follow her into the bedroom and try and worm my way back into her good books again, but I saw a chance to take out a bad guy on the roof of a factory. I hate campers with sniper rifles.

The ti[m]e I trusted someone online with the combo to my chastity cage (femdom, Kik, chastity)

This happened a little over a week ago.

I love the concept of chastity and having someone control whether or not I’m allowed to achieve pleasure. The rush of losing control really does it for me.

I posted on /r/dirtykikpals looking for a dominant female to hold a 3 digit luggage lock code to my chastity device(check post history). Someone gladly tool me up on the offer.

After taking some time to get soft, I eventually got the cage on. I set the lock to program mode, scrambled the code, and took a video that showed the combo without giving me a preview of the code. When I sent it to her, she verified knowing the code, and I deleted it completely from my phone.

At this point I was at her mercy, and she knew it. The power dynamic was exhilarating, especially since she could just sign out and I’d be screwed over for the several hours it takes to brute-force the lock by trying combos 000-999.

As we chat, she drops the bomb “I only have 20% battery left ;) so you better quickly do what I say”. Since the lock had three numbers to it, she had three tasks for me to complete.

The Lamia Quest [MF, monstergirl, nc, Fdom, unbirth]

Scott and Anath, lifelong friends and partners in adventure, entered the lair of the lamia together. They had accepted a quest to kill the creature, a half-human half-snake, for the safety of a nearby village. The reward offered was high, and it was thought that the monster had her own hoard on top of that. For Anath, success meant a nice house for him and his beloved Wynona back home. For Scott, it wasn’t so much about the gold as it was satisfaction that he was making the world a better place by ridding it of evil, and sharing the task with his best mate.

Anath was tall and agile, he led the way deeper into the cave. Scott followed as quietly as he could manage, which wasn’t easy in his heavy armor. The tunnel kept curving around and around, and always sloped downward. They both had torches, but there wasn’t much look at. The walls were unnaturally smooth, even tidy. They heard nothing as they descended, but after several minutes, began to notice a faint fragrance in the air. To Anath, it smelled like the soap his Wynona liked to use in the bath, and to Scott it smelled just like the incense from the cathedral where he had pledged to live a life of goodness.

On Dealing With Over-Eager Students [Fff][prof/student][Fdom][hypno]

I originally wrote this for a female redditor and her female redditor FWB, but here I’ve replaced their usernames with “Tris” and “Winsome”.

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“What’s that, my darling Tris? Oh, you want permission to cum all over Winsome’s naughty tongue? Oh no…no, no, not yet Tris. I didn’t keep you two after class just to let your disobedient cunt do what it wants again. You know what I caught you two doing…” Her tone becomes soft, breathy, and mockingly sing-song towards the end.

You hear your professor getting closer as she speaks. Your eyes are long-closed against the wash of sensations, so the feeling of her nipples bouncing against yours comes as a surprise. Bairns’s hands slip down along your hips to grip your ass, full breasts pushing against your own. You hear yourself gasp, followed by soft chuckles as lips brush your neck, then lift to your ear to whisper.

“Mmmm…oh Winsome’s doing such a good job, isn’t she? This ass, the one I’ve wanted to spank sooo many times…oh, it’s wriggling around quite out of control. You just…can’t…help…it. Can’t help trying to feed her that poor…”