Punishment and Surprises, A Bondage Adventure [MF]

# Hi folks, I like to write sometimes so I thought I’d try my hand at erotica. This story is two real life sessions combined in one story for an easier read and more interest. I hope you like ;)

Half-naked on my master’s bed, he tells me “I got you a present” with an evil grin. “Open the drawer.”

I open the drawer full of our sex toys, and on top of all our toys is a white drawstring bag. I look at the bag curiously.

“Bring out the toys and the white bag,” he commands. I do as he says and bring the toys and mysterious white bag out to him. He tells me to undress for him, so I do, shooting furtive glances back at the bag. Before I can wonder anymore, he blindfolds me, blanketing me in darkness. He grazes his fingertips up and down my naked body, causing shivers all down my spine. Then he slips on the hand and ankle cuffs, pushes me laying down onto the bed, clips the chains of my left hand to my left ankle, and my right hand to my right ankle. He puts a collar around my neck, attaches a chain leash, and puts a ball gag around my head, silencing me.

[MF] How I, A former professional remedial [M]assage therapist, gave my first ever erotic massage to a [F]riend.

This is the story of how I gave my friend my first erotic massage. Names have been changed but the story is real. This story came about from another friend who indirectly encouraged me to share it with you. It’s a long one and I hope you enjoy the read!

It happened some two years ago and I can remember the day very clearly but to start off with, I’m going to introduce the persons in question. They are myself and a young and cute woman named Amy. I’m Chinese, born and raised in an english speaking country, 175cm tall, currently 34, in good shape and I like to consider myself nurturing. I’m not harsh on the eyes but I’m no Hiroyuki Sanada either. Amy is a competitive combat athlete at a local university. She’s 20, around 160cm tall, has small petite breasts, a toned and muscular body, has short blond hair, a cute face with a sprinkling of freckles around her nose, striking sky blue eyes with a soft-spoken tone and is kinda shy but dangerous at the same time. She’s smart, too!

I [M] then 24, obliged my female platonic nerdy friend [F] who was then 25, when she asked to be creampied…

I’m Jesse. My gf and I, who hooked up in our early 20s, went our separate ways into miserable marriages, are now together and couldn’t be happier and will use this account to post our stories where we were absolute sluts back in the day…and some stuff we’re experimenting with now.

TL;DR at the bottom

Anyway, here’s my first post. Lisa, my gf, posted the story she told me that I think is really hot. This is her favorite of mine:

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In my mid-late 20s, I (M/45, now) was a complete fuckboy. I had a good job and made decent money, had an apartment with another fuckboy, and life was good.

Isabella (we called her Izzy) was a peripheral in our group for a few yrs, and every so often she’d be out with us. She never really seemed flirty, just friendly.She was a friend of the girlrfiend of another fuckboy associate, and had gone to college in my area and never moved back home afterwards so she didn’t have a big friend group.

Rope dresses and big messes… [FM]

I’m a curvy redhead with massive tits and a never-ending sex drive. I came to town to fuck my tall, sexy dom, /u/AnotherBadChoice, this week and he pounded the hell out of all my holes. Our relationship has only a few rules, but the most important one is this: I do anything he commands—immediately, without hesitation.

Every single play session involves a dizzying array of positions and hot sex acts, as well as some moments of quiet submission where I kneel or lay quietly with his hand on my throat or my hair caught up tight in his fist (maybe both). I’ve tried to capture the play by play for past visits, but we covered so much ground this time! He used me hard, day and night, made me squirt all over his hand and face multiple times, made so many videos of me being his dirty, dirty girl. 

I’ll cover the highlights of this week, which ended with me covered in cum, stretched, bruised, bitten, sore, and so completely satisfied!

Daddy always puts a hand to my throat before we start. It centers me, forcing me into the right frame of mind to surrender to him all over again. With his firm grip, he reminds me that I’m his property and puts me in my proper place. 

A Rude Awakening [MF]

It’s Saturday morning, the start of a brand new weekend and I’m indulging in a lie-in. I’ve been waiting for this for days having turned off my alarm on Friday night with smug, silent satisfaction.

I feel my husband moving next to me, already awake but quiet, letting me sleep. I roll over without opening my eyes, wrapping myself up in the warm duvet and settling into position for further blissful dozing. I pick up on a change in his breathing – is it tension? Maybe he’s just being careful not to wake me or really into whatever book he’s reading. I slip back into my own little dreamworld.

I’m brought to again by the soft warmth of his body pressed against my back and his arm wrapped around me. Still far more asleep than I am awake, I back up to snuggle into him on auto-pilot. God, this is nice. I love having a snooze in his arms, wrapped up and safe. His hand slides up under my top as it often does when we sleep so that we can be closer, skin on skin.

Daddy’s Princess. Chapter 2: Princess Wakes [Mff][DDlg][cuckqueen]

You wake early the next morning to find yourself tucked into bed snugly, but I’m not there. You rub your eyes, sitting up to look around. The bed is large and warm, the blankets soft and fluffy, you can hear a shower running from an adjacent room, the door ajar.

You slide out of bed and peek through the door to see me rinsing off under the running water. Your hands slide down between your legs, & your soft moan gives you away. “Join me if you like, little one” I call out.

Blushing, but not wasting any time, you step under the water with me, my hands stroking down from your head to your bum, arms wrapping around you, holding you close. “Did you sleep well?”, I ask, tenderly.

You nod against my chest, “Yes Daddy, thank you”.

I lift your chin with a finger, softly kissing your lips. “Let’s clean you up”, I say softly, not because you need it – but because I want to.

I turn, moving you under the warm water, admiring the way it cascades down your young, smooth curves; my cock beginning to stiffen. I smile down at you, my hand reaching to rub the water through your hair – the other grabbing the shampoo bottle.

A Four Hands Massage Part 1. [MMF] [Massage Orgasm]

“A four hands massage?”

You roll this suggestion around in your mind a bit. I had just introduced you to the sublime pleasure of an erotic, full-body, full-release, hot oil massage and it was one of the most relaxing – yet stimulating – experiences you’ve ever had. You think for a moment about how good it felt to have my two hands on you. In you. The way my fingers dug deep into your sore muscles, easing the tension in your back and legs. How after awhile, the therapeutic touch then changed to an erotic one as my fingers, slick with oil began to stroke all of your erogenous zones. It was heaven.

But two men? And four hands? Your mind starts to whir as you think of the ramifications of this offer. Four hands. Ten fingers. Two mouths. Two cocks. You get butterflies in your stomach as you consider all the different combinations – all the different sensations – you would experience.

Part 3- My[F] third experience while pushing limits[MFF][Long]

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/anxicv/my_f_threesome_experience_mff_part_2_long/)

So after the first two threesomes were with Jake, it was Mike’s turn to have a go.

Mike is one of the guys that Katie had been seeing for the last couple of months. He is tall, with light curly hair, cute blue eyes, and a rocking hot body. Katie tells me that Mike would so be down for a threesome and I should meet him one time when he is over at her house. Come over casually and say hi, see how the chemistry is.

So last Friday, she tells me that he is coming over and I should come over for a joint. I am about meeting him so I head over to her house. They had just finished having sex when I came over. Katie looks disheveled, her top half falling off and her jeans just put back on. We brought a joint into the room where Mike was. We smoked and I got to know him in a casual sense. He was attractive in person and if I was more prepared, a threesome would have happened. But instead I went home after visiting for a bit.

I fucked my coworker/EX [MF]

I will mark the section where thesexy stuff starts with *-*-*- so if you’re not interested in backstory, go ahead and jump to that point.

So l work in a small IT consultant company and since we don’t have an office because all uf us do only home office or are at our customers office, we tend to make these company events twice a year. One in the winter and one in the summer.

Last friday, our winter event was due, we met at a mountain in the morning, where the CEO talked about last years numbers and things which had to be talked about. After we all went to have lunch together and then go skiing/snowboarding the afternoon.

My wife’s high school reunion [M][F][bondage][public]

This happened probably 15 years ago.

I hate reunions. I didn’t attend my 10-year reunion, my 20-year reunion, my 25-year reunion, or the reunion of my college graduating class. I haven’t been to homecoming since I graduated college. My line of thought is that if we were close enough friends during the time, we’d still be in contact now … I have no desire to go into a room with people with whom I got along with marginally at best and re-live the “good old days” like it was an episode of a sitcom.

But here I was …at a reunion. My wife’s 20-year reunion.

I’m three years older than my wife, which created an issue in high school. As I looked around, I noted that everyone in the room would have been a freshman while I was a senior, which explained why I knew no one here except for the people who had been in the band (one of the few places where upper and lower classmen mingled). My wife, social butterfly that she is, had flitted off to re-introduce herself to someone. I stood off to the side nursing my third Crown on the rocks, listening to the DJ play music that was popular in the early 80’s and sincerely wishing I were somewhere … anywhere … else. I could think of a number of things I would have preferred to be doing. Several options leapt to mind. Having a wisdom tooth extracted, for example. Perhaps a vasectomy without anesthesia. Maybe an Oliver Stone movie marathon.