Gabriel stared at the collar in his hand. It was beautiful. Black with fine gold lines and a large ring in the front. It was late, and the lighting in the room was dim, yet the gold accents glinted wonderfully. The color and material matched those of his prosthetic hand perfectly. Just looking at it sent his mind reeling with ideas of what he could do with it. The thing had arrived just a couple days ago from the artist he commissioned to make it, but it was far too late. The collar wasn’t made for Gabe himself. He’d wanted to give it to someone else. Someone long gone now.
Gabe sighed deeply and put it next to him on his bed. Such a shame he’d never get to use it like he’d thought. Then again, a thought occurred to him, did it have to go to waste?
Gabe’s curiosity was piqued, now. He got up from his sitting position and turned towards his large mirror that reflected an image of his whole body back at him. He picked up the collar and held it up to his own neck, and his eyes widened slightly. That wasn’t the way he usually saw himself, and the association with submission was foreign to him, but to his surprise, he liked it. Not just that, looking at himself, topless, with the broad collar around his neck, excited him more than it should have. Furthermore, it made him aware just how long it’s been since the last time he shared his bed with someone. Gabe exhaled and stared into his own reflected eyes that shimmered back. He knew he was onto something, and he wanted to investigate just what that was. With that in mind, he closed the collar around his neck and rightened it so the ring was in the front.
Gleeful, he bounded about in his bedroom, picking out one of his many pristine white button-ups that would surely contrast his new accessory wonderfully. He left the two highest buttons of the shirt open and combined it with simple but smart black fabric pants. Black leather shoes and a beige trenchcoat completed the look. Gabe had always had expensive taste. His outfit didn’t look like it, but it was worth several thousand pounds. He loved spending money to look his best. Always immaculate. He could afford it, after all, and he wanted to show off, always.
He left his room and paid his brother in the living room a short visit.
“I’m going out,” Gabe announced.
Valerian, pausing the movie he was watching and looking up at his older brother, choked on his spit.
“Like that?” He coughed, staring at the collar around Gabe’s neck, disturbed.
“Yes, like that. Got a problem?” He challenged.
“No,” Vale was quick to say and looked back at the TV, “not at all. You do you, freedom to all. You coming back tonight?”
“We’ll see,” Gabe shrugged, “Ideally not, no.”
“Good, umm, great. Have fun, I guess?” Vale cringed and shifted around on the couch.
“Thanks,” Gabe chuckled and left the room, pulling the door shut. In the hallway now, he grabbed his keys and headed out. He wanted to visit one of his favorite establishments in downtown London, an odd fusion of bar and club in Soho, frequented by all sorts of queer folks and adventurous people. Whenever he went to the Village, there was no telling how the night would go. He’d had myriads of interesting stories to tell about it, most of them involving copious amounts of alcohol or other substances, and interesting sexual encounters, of course. Gabe had a feeling tonight would extend that list perfectly.
Down in the garage of his apartment complex, he got into his car; a bright green Porsche 911 Carrera Turbo S, and looked at himself in the rearview mirror.
What a sight, he mused, a handsome young man with a collar in a hundred grand car. He couldn’t imagine many things that were more alluring.
Tag: Fisting
Role playing as his Elven Slut [FM]
Every day I’m thankful my boyfriend is not a prune in the bedroom, because the second I bought a cute pair of fairy/elven ears, my first thought was, “I need to go down on him with these on.”
And after showing him what they looked like, he smiled, narrowed his hazel eyes over me and my ears before saying, “Yes.” to my idea.
However, work was keeping us fairly tired and busy, but I hadn’t forgotten. Friday night came and as he was laying in bed, I snuck off to get ready.
I did my hair, put on some cute makeup, put on some lingerie, and on went my pointy ears.
The smirk that plastered his face when I walked in the room had my heart pounding. And wordlessly, I slid on the bed, onto my knees and opened my mouth. Doing exactly what I had fantasied about.
He didn’t need me to tell him what to do. And as he stood up on the bed, unbuttoning his pants, I enjoyed watching his eyes shift from my body, to my face, and to my ears.
Breaking the Dry Spell [F30/M28, teasing, penetration]
The anticipation was killing me. It had been 24 days since we had made love – I knew he was healing and I was doing my best to take care of my own needs, but his body, his attention, and his cock were drugs I needed. No orgasm I could produce on my own compared to the earth-shattering, mind-bending pleasure he helped me to achieve.
We had talked for about a year about him getting a vasectomy. With the state of laws in the US, the uncertainty of many other factors, and all options for my own sterilization being much more invasive, he agreed this would be the best option for us both in the long run. We had sex probably four times in the week leading up to the procedure which definitely helped us through the initial healing process. Once he began experimenting with making himself cum again, I knew I could give him something fun to look at as we built back to our own encounters together. Even with it being the dead of winter, I committed to wearing something skimpy in the evenings every day. I loved watching his eyes lingering on me, his hand would instinctively reach for my chest when I got close enough, twisting my nipples, hard from the cold, between his longing fingers.
Tribute [Femdom] [Monster Girl] [Fantasy]
A creaking in the thick woods. Barren branches snapping underfoot. A dim lamp struggling against the oppressive dark of the forest. He can see so little and hear so much, each new bird cry and wolf howl paralyzing him for a brief moment. He is not wanted here, and the ground beneath him knows it as well as the looming canopy above.
He shakily grasps a scrap-iron short sword. The cheaply forged blade is of little practical use, save the slight bit of courage it affords him, but he holds it like a mighty weapon. He slashes through endless foliage, cutting away thorny appendages that slap back as their tension is released. He bleeds, but does not dare to stumble or cry. It is not just predatory plants that guard this place.
A terrible legend haunts him, a towny fable to dissuade wandering children from exploring beyond the bounds of the village. A great beast that pounces from the treeline to devour the lost and trap their souls within an endless leafy purgatory. He is not superstitious, but none can deny the terrible screeches that come from the forest, especially after the village sees off an ambitious traveller into that impermeable darkness.
That interview I swore would never happen [FM]
*I thought about cutting this down… But I couldn’t. It took me a month to post because I wanted this for just me for a while.*
*We don’t talk often but we try to check in and meet up once a year… Before we did I sent him this account and he actually asked if I wanted to interview him.*
V: Can I start recording now?
K: Ok.
V: I can’t believe you agreed to do this…
K: Is that the question?
V: …You hate this shit.
K: So do you. I don’t get this.
V: … Ok. Why do you hate this?
K: Being interviewed or having my sex life on the Internet?
V: Our sex life is in your dissertation.
K: Yeah, because that’s the equivalent to Reddit.
V: Walk away.
K: No. just… I’m being nice. Acknowledge it.
V: How do we know each other then?
K: We saw each other for a while.
V: That’s very descriptive, thank you .
Nightmare [Coersion, schoolgirl sleepover gone wrong summons giant demon cock]
*Every character in this story is 18+*
“I can’t do it right now, Nightmare, I’m next,” Jade whispered to the belly bulge under her shirt despite the sentient horse cock having never shown any sign of understanding. It had been getting gradually more demanding in the last two years. Bored of her clumsy hands after only a few weeks, now alternating between her ass during the day and her throat at night was no longer enough; he demanded shameful orgasms to send shockwaves of pleasure through her petite body for him to enjoy. Her reward was gallons of hot cum splashing around the bend of her descending colon, so there were at least two reasons to refuse him in the middle of an active classroom.
Coffee rippled inside the teacher’s mug. Even those who noticed the tremors paid them no mind. Global earthquakes had baffled scientists for two years but always died down eventually without any real damage.
Queen Samira and the Ritual [M Late 20’s] [F 20’s] [Heterosexual – M/F] [Wealthy woman, Poor Man] [Public]
Queen Samira, pampered and worshiped since birth, sighed in boredom. In a shallow bath the length of an entire commoner’s home, she leaned back near the edge. A servant clothed in little but a sheer cotton loincloth placed a plush cushion before her head could hit the sharp edge. The water steamed around her, fragrant water soaking into her skin and making her ample bosom bounce lightly as it reached just under her armpits. Surrounded in luxury, red painted walls decorated with vibrant blue and gold accents- she only saw tedium!
The clergy suggested a bath in the temple would cleanse her of any worries- but it did nothing but bore her further. She’d sat in the thing for less than a tenth of the time it took to prepare it before groaning. Standing, she waded to the steps leading further in where a swarm of female servants swaddled her in linens and guided her to a reclined chair to moisturize her skin with oils and perfumes.
One of the servants, someone closer to her age, massaged oils into her breast first. This was perhaps the better part of getting out of a bath.
My first fisting experience [F] at 36
The first time I got fisted was a few months ago with a guy i like to sleep with. We had been teasing each other all day / night (i loveee teasing him while he’s at work), and I was already so aroused that my body was trembling with anticipation. We spent hours exploring each other with our hands, our mouths, and our tongues, until I was so wet that I could barely contain myself.
When he finally worked his way up to my pussy, I gasped out a moan of pleasure. I could feel him stretching me open as he slowly worked his fingers in one by one until he had worked his entire hand inside me, and I felt a wave of pleasure rush through my body. The sensation was so intense that I couldn’t keep from screaming out in pleasure and moans.
As my husband kept fisting me, I felt a deep-seated pleasure that I had never experienced before. I was so aroused that I was begging him to keep going, and before I knew it, I was quivering with pleasure and cumming so hard.
This is a true story of a [F26] woman my wife [45F ] and [44M] I met on reddit, includes; waterboarding, bdsm, ffm and even getting dessert.
This is a couple years ago but worth retelling.
We have posted before regarding our meetups with dark unicorns (a woman seeking a threesome with a couple, in a BDSM context). It has been asked that we update as we do, we have had a few forays that went undocumented but this one we just had to put to pen so to speak. It’s long, no apologies. I give advice throughout it, take it for what it’s worth or don’t I don’t have an agenda but there are things I wish I had known or considered when we first started. I figure I should pass on that knowledge.
First, off we are a long-married couple 14 years, MF and we are really kinky and into harder BDSM, we like submissive women, we aren’t swingers, no swapping, no munches, just the occasional woman to share and abuse together additionally we tend to play with the same woman for an ongoing relationship. We are into fitness and on the attractive side, my wife is simply put; stunning, I am slightly above average if only because I keep fit and dress well not through any genetic gifts.
Love Pill: Generations CH.03
[Ch.01, ](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/zuynke/love_pill_generations_ch01/)
[2](https://www.reddit.com/r/incestsexstories/comments/105qmpe/love_pill_generations_ch02/)
**Chapter 3**
“Heidi.” I rap my knuckles on my sister’s door.
Yet again, no answer. She was obviously there—I could hear heels clicking inside. I couldn’t believe my sister was ignoring me even though I was doing her a favor accompanying her to the damn party.
How long had I been standing outside her door? Five minutes? Ten?
Why had I agreed to join her?
I wished I had a simple answer.
Heaving out a sigh, I knocked on her door much louder this time, but not loud enough for our mother to hear. I was pissed, but I didn’t have a death wish.
“Heidi,” I called out. “We’re ten minutes late.” I bang on her door. “If you don’t come out in a minute, you’d have to drive there yourself.”
Heels clicked towards my direction. A few seconds later, the door opened and all my anger vanished.
There she was. Right in front of me. In a bright silver maxi dress that strangled all her toned curves. I gawked at her, trying my absolute hardest not to hang my jaw, but it was basically impossible.