Femdom Village (2)

In the main building in the Mineral Beauty spa, there was an outdoor fitness area where the submissive men had fitness sessions lead by the town’s all female police force. The Chief of Police, Persephone was in charge of the session that day accompanied by members of the police force. They wore blue tank tops with blue shorts and impeccable white tennis shoes that matched their uniforms. Persephone checked the weather online and said to her female subordinates, “Looks like there is a storm coming today.”

“We will not be able to use the cattle prods, oh well … nothing we can do about that. Tell the others we are going to use the whips today and have their raincoats ready. Today is going to be a wet day.” “As you wish, madam,” said the female subordinate as she rendered a salute to her commanding officer and left to notify the others. Chief Persephone and a group of female officers went out to the fitness area where a group of submissive men were already waiting for them. All the men were completely naked except for their respective collars around their necks and plastic cock cages.
The men were on their knees looking at the floor waiting for instructions. “Pathetic slaves, all of you look like fat pigs. You’re an embarrassment to your Mistresses,” Chief Persephone said while she cracked the whip. “But as luck would have it, you will be at my complete disposal today. Don’t worry, I have permission from your Mistresses to have fun at your expense, UNDERSTAND YOU MISERABLE PIGS!!” As Chief Persephone said this thunder is heard from a distance. “As you wish,” said all the submissive men in unison while they shivered outside in the cold. “All right, stand up, start running … MOVE!,” said Persephone. Immediately, the submissive men stood up and began running around the track.

[F] [M]et an army pilot in NOLA on vacation, spent the night in his Airbnb and never saw him again. First 100% one night stand…

So this past February I went to New Orleans on a girls’ trip with some of my sorority sisters on sort of a break from a (now ended) relationship. The first couple nights we were there we behaved, kinda. The third night we were there we were at a bar on Bourbon Street and somehow came upon a group of army men on leave. Seven of us, seven of them.

At first the weirdest guy in the group started talking to me and handing me beads to throw. They’d bought bags of them to throw off the balcony, with half of it spread out all over the bar inside. Next thing (I think) I knew, another guy had come up and offered me and one of the other girls drinks. Went inside, talked for a little. (The first night gets pretty blurry at this point) Somehow I found myself alone with him – we’ll call him Pilot. He looked like a combination of Patrick swayze (young, 1980s) with tom cruise (in top gun) hair. Like a long-lost brother of The Outsiders.

All girl airtight, a total of 11 people. My kinky birthday party fun [Group] [Long]

So my birthday was last week. Turned the big 25. About a month ago Mel and I discovered that our birthdays were 2 days apart. She was planning on having a kinky birthday party at the swinger house that we all go to. I said that would be fun and she invited me to make it a combo birthday party. So last Friday we had out Mermaid themed kinky birthday party. I dressed up in a sexy mermaid outfit, you can see a picture of it in the album that will be posted below. A lot of our friends were coming so that was exciting. My goal for the party was to have a gangbang for myself. I didn’t want just anyone to be able to fuck me so I handed out bracelets to the guys that I wanted to fuck me. At first I only handed out bracelets to guys that I have already fucked or guys that I knew but just hadn’t gotten the chance to fuck yet. I spent the first hour and a half of the party mingling with people and handing out bracelets. The party doesn’t really get going until until close to 11 so I didn’t want to start too early.

21F at college party gone wild with a couple guys [MMF]

21F at college party gone wild with a couple guys [MMFMM]

During college when I was 21 I had a few months where I definitely got a little slutty. Well probably a lot slutty. I experimented with sex and even some drugs like ecstasy / GHB that typically made me horny as hell. I ended up hooking up with different guys at parties mostly and liked the attention of it all and of course the sex. This story is about one of those parties.

If looks matter I’m on the petite side for sure. I’m about 5’2” and 107 lbs. Brown shoulder length hair with small boobs. I have always been athletic including some dancing for local concerts and shows so I stay in good shape. But my party side took over for a bit.

I was partying a few times a week at this point and had a regular party group that I met up with. It didn’t always include sex at first but at some point the guys knew I was probably a sure thing if they got me buzzed and turned on. Sometimes it was just blow jobs or they’d go down on me. But other times I’d let them fuck me. It was usually the same three that I hooked up with but sometimes there were other guys there too that would just watch or I’d blow or let them jerk off on me.

Through the Crack in the Door [Part 1][MF][Oral][Voyeurism]

*Hey there! It’s been a bit since I posted around here, though mainly cause I lacked inspiration to finish this bit…until today. It’s the first part in a small series I’m producing, though I’m not sure at all how things are going to turn out in terms of its progression! Either way, hope someone enjoys this little read!*

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Looking back on everything, I knew Taylor was trouble from the moment I first met her.

Back then, I was a struggling musician spending his Friday and Saturday nights playing in bars while reserving Monday through Thursday for school. What time that wasn’t spent on a drum or bar stool, was behind the counter at my college’s library where I worked part time. I had a pretty set routine honestly, more so than I could say for the two roommates I had.

[M]y super-slutty week [MF] x7

I have multiple FWBs, eight or nine to be exact. I won’t lie, I like the variety, but generally it’s because I want to have sex 3-4 times a week, while a single FWB averages about once a week/2-3 times a month. I could probably cut the number down to about 5 or 6…but what can I say, I’m greedy. Usually it averages out just right, but sometimes there are dry spells where everyone is busy…and then sometimes there are periods when the scheduling gets a little crazy.

This past week was one such week.

**Tuesday: Jo**

[FM] One night domination of a business executive on her work trip

[Reposting since I used the wrong tags]

I’ve been meaning to write up some of my personal experiences both for posterity as well as to see if other people enjoy them. This happened earlier this year before FOSTA shut down Craigslist casual encounters in the US.

I’ve used Craigslist over the years as an outlet for my sexual desires without fear of my coworkers, friends, or family discovering my deviant side. It also cuts through societal niceties by targeting a community of people who were also open to something carnal. Normally at a bar I play it safe and am very polite unless I meet a woman who is more forward about her intentions, which is rare. On Craigslist these clean separations allowed me to feel more confident and unencumbered by societal expectations and gave me permission to be direct and sexual since it was implicit. It’s also let me take a shortcut to a few of my sexual bucket list items though I still have many more still to go.

I’ve lost my original posting but there were a few things I tried to do (and often failed) to make my posts stand out in a sea of mostly unintelligent, out of touch, porn addicted, gameless, desperate dick pic postings that are the norm.

[MF] Sometimes, life is kind to us (The story about Molly I promised)

Some of you may have read my post from Monday. You can find that [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8s19mq/mf_sneaking_away_the_first_day_that_changed_my/). You don’t have to read it, it is both tame and long. So I will sum it up in the next paragraph. If you want to read it, click the link before reading on.

Twelve to thirteen years ago I [19 at the time] [Male] was on a vacation trip with family and friends in Florida, and the group across from our campsite was just a bunch of college girls. I had my eye on a short, tan, black-haired girl who I named “Molly” at the end of the last post for the sake of anonymity. However, due to some drama that happened, a different girl (the blonde) from the group approached me and in the middle of a conversation we had kind of a spur of the moment spark of rebellion. We ended up hiding somewhere and showing each other our naked bodies. It didn’t go much beyond that. Again, this did not happen with Molly. However, my friends and I did get Molly’s contact info. I mentioned that I actually would end up having more exciting experiences with Molly so here we go:

A cougar took advantage of 18 year old me, and I loved it. [MF]

I was 18. Just graduated from the school of infantry. It was spring break 2009 about a month before my 19th birthday. Me and some guys from my unit were down in San Diego, pacific beach to be exact. About 10 of us who were all pretty tight, got a hotel right on the beach and were hanging out doing hoodrat shit. We’re on the beach getting some sun when we spot a group of women about 30 yards away. All look about upper 20s to low 30s. We get to talking, as 18-22 year olds do.

One of them caught me looking. I could tell she was older. Just had a mature look to her. Professional would be the word. She was about 5’6”, had that short bossy haircut, long on one side and short on the other. A flat stomach. Fantastic perky C cup peaking over her top, a nice tight ass eating her bikini, and very sexy legs. She took care of herself and it was very obvious. I see her get up and start walking in our direction with one of her girl friends. My first thought, “I’d fuck that woman.”

For a friend, part 3 [C & H] [MF]

Meetings. Any well-adjusted individual who works in a corporate environment long enough develops an instinctive dread at the word. Pre-meetings, post-meetings, follow-up-meetings, meetings to determine if we need meetings about meetings. It takes a special kind of sadist to wake up every day and decide that their employees’ calendars looks just a little too empty, their time just a little too free.

In my years working for The Man — or The Woman, in the case of Hayley — I’ve expended far more effort and energy trying to get out of meetings than I have actually attending them. I’m rarely successful.

My latest campaign ended in the failure I have come to expect. Hayley listened patiently as I listed reason after reason why I would be better off lobotomizing myself with a pencil than I would be joining her on the inaugural call of our new internal standards committee (ISC for short, since nothing is really official without a proper initialism). It was a compelling argument, rife with expert pantomime of pencil-into-brain mechanics. When I finished she nodded and said, “You think I want to join? If I have to go, so do you.”