The lights were out, but no were needed right now. All that you needed was to feel and to only be eager for what was to come next. Your hands were bound behind your back and your body lay still on the soft covers of the bed you were placed on. Silence was no comfort either.
Here you lay, thinking of the things that might happen next. Will your clothing be removed with force or will they be taken off piece by piece as every inch of you is pleasured with many things? Will he be rough, firm and strong towards your body, making you squeal and moan from the passion and desire? Or will he take his time as he caresses your flesh like a lover?
Darkness and silence. Your lips getting wet and your body eager to learn of its future. Your breath becomes quickened as your heart pounds from your chest. You don’t like to wait, but you know if you say a word then the torture may last longer. Each breath, each beat, and you only grow more eager.
The sound of soft footsteps finally makes their way around the room. You hear him circle the bed with a familiarity of the room in the night. He never trips or makes a mistake. He always moves with deliberation of what he seeks. It is his footsteps that will give him away, you think. He surely couldn’t hide his intention with so little noise. The only way he could do such a thing is if-
Music begins to play. The sound low, but loud enough to cover his steps and all other noise he may make now. His mind is sharp, always a few steps ahead. No more silence, but the mystery continues. Your body only grows warmer and starved for his attention. Bumps form across your skin as every hair stands on end with the thought of his body on yours. Your fingers curl around the rope that tightly binds your hands together. The pain from biting your lip becomes apparent as you almost let a whimper slip from them. Where is he now and what is he doing?
The bed never moves when you finally fell your entirety flip. The hands are firm and you feel him put you on your back. Before you can realize everything happening, you feel the cool air touch the skin of your legs. The only fabric left below is the little thong you put on for him before. Fingers crawl up the inside of your leg. The feeling leaves you with a shiver. Higher and higher he goes, but slowing with every inch he moves up. Then only a few inches from the spot you desire his fingers most, he stops.
They linger there, his fingers, holding their place like trained dogs, ready to attach. You feel them moving in a circle, taunting their prey. You can’t help it, the feeling is there and you let the gasping whimper out of your mouth and audible to all in the room. Your only hope now is the music as covered this sound from his ears.
His fingers stop. They hold their place inside of your thigh and wait. You know he heard. You couldn’t help it. All you want right now is him. Your entire essence is dying to be intertwined with his.
The feeling is gone. His fingers are gone. There is nothingness now. All that build up and no satisfaction. You feel hollow as you wait and eager to make up for the actions. When you prepare to beg, you fell his firm grip roll you over. He picks your hips up and puts you head in the pillow and your ass in the air. You feel the shimmy of your thong drop to your knees and then the gentle hand feeling and squeezing your rear. You moan in delight, then hear a cracking sound.
It takes a moment after the sound to realized what had happened. The stinging feel, the hot feeling follows like a shock wave after the sound and you scream a moan. Another crack and more pain. You bite your lip as another comes. You feel tears welling up in your eyes and you gasp and scream as you can tell your ass is already red and swollen for his hand.
No more slaps come and all you feel is the sting heat that radiates from your sore rear. He was thorough and affective. You dare not move though. It may be dark, but even now you know this is a dangerous game to play. The waiting game has begun again and all you can do is hope that what next to come is you.
Tag: Female Submissive
The Practice 5 (Ashley 1) [FF, fsub, fdom, huml, bdsm, mast]
Ashley ran for her life.
Her only clothing was a pair of thin sandals, and they weren’t built for speed. She dashed down the rocky slope towards the beach where dozens of other naked girls were laboring, futilely building a pile of rocks for the entertainment of fucking Dr. Wilcox. The filthy, exhausted girls turned their heads as she sprinted past, and a few yelled out her name. But she didn’t slow down.
It was easier to run on the wet sand down by the ocean. Ashley stretched her legs and pumped her arms, clutching a white stone star figure to her chest as best as she could. Her breasts were small a-cups, but still bounced uncomfortably when she ran flat-out, and the stupid star gave her some support. She was small, barely five-feet, but highly motivated. After a minute or so her adrenaline ran down and the aches of the morning began to catch up with her. Damn the fucking doctor and his stupid wife, with her stupid smile.
Ashley slowed to a jog and looked back. She had left the other girls far behind, eclipsed by a curve of jungle. She didn’t see anyone coming after her, but her footprints made a clear trail in the sand. Would the ocean wash them away? “Shit,” she said.
After Months of Denial, He Finally Lets Me Cum [Str8][Mf][FSub]
I awoke alone in the bed, a bit sore but happily so. After washing my face, brushing my teeth and detangling my long hair with a brush, I slipped on one of his sweatshirts and a clean pair of thin white silk panties before dropping onto all fours to crawl past the bushy tail butt plug and dog leash chain still on the bedroom floor from last night.
Donovan was working on his laptop at the kitchen table. He heard my name tag jingle against my collar and turned to watch me crawl towards him and sit at his feet.
He said, “I’m sorry I was so rough with you last night.”
I placed my hand on his knee.
“Speak,” he said.
I balanced up on my knees, resting my hands on his thighs, to face him.
“I wanted it,” I said. “I want you. I want you to do these things to me so badly. Sooo badly.”
He leaned down with pursed lips and I happily received his sweet kiss.
My hand went to his pants zipper, easing it down as I stared into his eyes. He didn’t stop me. I pulled out his dick.
The Practice 4 (Hannah 4) [FF, FFM, fsub, huml, mdom, oral, reluc]
Hannah stretched luxuriously and wrapped her arms around Emily, cupping her breast and snuggling in close.
They were falling into a routine on Dr. Wilcox’s island. Hannah and Emily woke up in their treehouse with the first light of the false dawn and made love in what had become their usual fashion. Hannah kissed Emily deeply, and slowly slid her fingers in and out of the blonde’s pussy until Emily came. Hannah was always thrilled to feel her friend’s body writhe against her and throb on her fingers. Then Emily slid beneath the sheet and buried her face between Hannah’s legs, dancing around with her tongue until Hannah couldn’t take any more teasing and begged for release. Emily finally relented and dove onto Hannah’s clit with abandon, and Hannah screamed out in pleasure.
Emily’s curly blonde head emerged, her face glistening from Hannah’s pussy, and the two kissed and cuddled. Hannah had never expected to have a relationship like this… had never even known that such a thing existed. What was Emily to her? What would she be when they left the island?
“How long have we been here, anyway?” Hannah asked as she played with Emily’s hair.
Alone in the Dark [MF][bd][fsub]
I’m alone in the dark.
I’m bent over a wooden frame, a padded leather block supporting my hips, another under my shoulders and upper chest. My arms are stretched out ahead of me, my wrists secured to a post. My legs are spread, and my ankles shackled to the frame. I’m wearing just a plain white bra and panties.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been here. Two, maybe three hours. Plenty of time to think about what might happen, who might use me. A man or a woman, men or women. Would they use me gently or cruelly? Caress me or whip me? Call me ‘sweet thing’ or curse me as a filthy whore? And when?
I’ve run though numerous fantasies in my head, sometimes thrilling, sometimes frightening, but always ending in damp panties.
It’s pitch black, not the slightest hint of light, and completely silent.
Abruptly, a click from behind me, and a shaft of light as the door opens, then darkness again as it closes.
Did someone come in? No matter how hard I strain, I can hear nothing but my own heartbeat.
The Wait (part 2) [MF, Fsub, anal]
I am acutely aware of your cock stiff and warm pressed against me from behind while you woo me with your mouth and fingers. You inhale deeply at the nape of my neck and exhale a sigh that almost sounds like a long, purring “fuuuck…” but I can’t be sure because you’re moving away to aim your cock between my thighs. Now all I can feel of your body is the head of your cock poised at the entrance to my cunt. Face down in the bed and knees spread wide, I feel so exposed to you and the vulnerability rushes over me like a high. All I can do is lay there in wait for your next move… my cheeks growing hot with the agony of anticipation, fingernails dug into the sheets.
The Practice (Hannah 3) [FF, MF, Fsub, Mdom, oral, huml]
Hannah felt refreshed and frisky. She’d slept more than 10 hours and woken before the first rays of sun peeked over the canopy of trees below. The previous day of travel had worn her out and her muscles were still sore, but now it felt good. She had spent the night cuddled up to the warm, soft form of Emily, and wasn’t surprised to find that her pussy was wet. When was the last time she had shared a bed with anyone? Probably not since childhood, and never naked. She stretched and reached her arms around the other girl to hold her close. Last night had been… incredible? Sweet and warm? Hannah purred at the memory of Emily’s lips on hers, Emily’s fingers inside her. She had never thought she’d have sex with another girl, and she wanted to do it again.
Emily felt Hannah’s stirring and creaked open her eyes. She smiled when she saw Hannah looking back at her, and snuggled in. “Good morning,” she said.
Hannah said, “Good morning. Mrs. Carver said that breakfast won’t be served until the sun clears the horizon.”
“Do you know where?” Emily asked. This was the first time for each of them to visit Dr. Wilcox’s island.
The Practice (Hannah 1) [Str8, MF, Fsub, Mdom, oral, huml, reluc, sm] (x-posted to /r/sexystories)
Hannah was angry and nervous, but mostly angry. She had expected to be out from under her parents’ thumbs when she moved away for college, but here she was, waiting to see some “therapist” named Dr. Wilcox. As if she needed therapy… Her parents were so over protective!
“You can go on in,” the receptionist finally told her, and she huffed up from the couch and opened the door to the inner office; a burst of warm, moist air brushed her face. She passed through an odd foyer immediately beyond the door. There was a small bathroom and shower, towels, toiletries, and a few empty shelves. Weird.
She opened another door and stepped into a large corner room with wood paneling on two walls lined with built-in bookshelves; the other two walls were huge windows overlooking the college campus from 20 stories up. The floor was covered with thick, soft carpet, and a raised platform like a stage filled the corner against the windows.
“Do you like the view?”, a man asked in a deep voice that startled Hannah, distracted as she was. Before she could answer, the man continued speaking, staring straight at her, “I do not.”
My Slutty Teen Slave, Part 2 [Mdom] [Fsub]
Slutty Teen Slave Part 2
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I awoke the next day, smiling. I opened my eyes to see Jessica, still sleeping, curled up against my side. Light filled the room, forming a bright outline on the closed curtains. I pulled off the purple cover, setting my bare feet on the carpeted floor. Turning back, I saw her sleeping, cum dried on her face.
I walked over to my bag, pulling out some clothes to wear. Dressing in sweatpants and a T-shirt, I rose to my feet. The digital clock Jessica’s desk read 8:26. I left to explore the house, since I would be in control of it for the next day and a half.
Jessica’s parents were both executives at a large financial company. Their house was not only big, but it was expensive. They seemed to have the newest everything: TV, iPad, appliances. I sat down on the couch, but couldn’t find the remote. So much for that idea.
I continued back upstairs, my footsteps loud in the quiet house. As I entered, I saw her slowly open her eyes. She propped herself on her elbow and looked at me, smiling.
A submissive fantasy. [fM] [fsub] [Mdom] [oral] [gagging] [bondage] [hello, Reddit, I’m a slut!]
I want it rough.
I want to go out with you, holding your hand and walking a step behind you, occasionally feeling your fingers grip my waist to rest on my lower back possessively. I want to tease you all night, adjusting my little skirt to where you catch a glimpse of my black lace, accidentally trailing my fingers across your lap and licking my red painted lips as my eyes slide down your body. you’d whisper in my ear that I was being a naughty pet, that naughty girls aren’t treated like nice girls. I’d challenge you, shrugging and smiling deviously before leaving a print of my lips on your jaw and sauntering away just to feel your glare on me.
you’d take me home then, growling as you drove, your hand clamped down on my thigh so I wouldn’t forget that I’m in trouble. Because I’m a tease. I’m a slut who can’t help but want you to want me, to tempt you with sultry glances and even sucking your finger between my lips when you tried to keep me from giggling, teasing, being naughty.
as soon as we stepped through the door, your hand would be in my hair. roughly wrapping it once, twice around your fist to control me, force me to submit to you as i trembled in delight for the punishment I warranted. you’d shove me to my knees, getting your cock out and telling me to fix the problem I caused, forcing me to take your cock like a whore…if I was going to act like a slut, you’d treat me like a slut.
Or maybe you’d tell me to keep my lips closed as you’d smear your pre-cum on my lips, denying me to taste it. Maybe you’d finally let me open up for you but grip my hair tighter when I’d surge forward, sliding my tongue over your head in my eagerness. You’d make me wait. You’d make sure I deserve it. I’d beg, plead, ramble on and on about how much I needed to feel your cock in my throat, how desperate I would be to taste your cum and feel it all over me.
You’d have enough, using your cock to shut me up. You’d fuck my mouth then; cock spearing through me, rubbing my lips and throat raw, using me as nothing more than a wet, tight hole to fuck. after I’d gagged on you, tears smudging my makeup, you’d haul me to my feet. tearing off the lace I teased you with and shoving me face down onto the bed, you’d spank me. Hard. Your cock pressing wetly against me as I’d lay across your lap, gripping anything I could reach as you’d slap me, causing my ass to bloom with colors as I whined and whimpered and squirmed. “don’t fucking make a sound,” you’d tell me, threatening to stuff my mouth with the scraps of my slutty panties.
I’d try. Oh god, I’d try to keep from whimpering. But you’d stuff me full with your fingers and I wouldn’t be able to help but let out a slutty moan.
you’d fuck me hard then. The lace of my panties against the already raw skin of my mouth, your hips slapping against the vermillion handprints on my ass. you’d shove my face into the bed, capturing my wrists behind my back as you’d screw me. I’d be letting out these muffled screams for you, body trembling as you’d use my cunt to chase your own release.
you’d cum all over my face, watching the desperate look in my eyes as your seed would decorate me. I’d go to rub my thumb through it so I could taste it, but you’d stop me. You’d take my ruined panties from my mouth, using them to secure my hands, forcing me to let your cum stay on my face because I’m a slut. Then, you’d walk out, leaving me trembling and defiled in a time-out of sorts. Because I’m a slut. And naughty girls aren’t treated like nice girls.