“For me?” I asked. “Already, you must see something special in me.” I let out a small giggle and she let out a vocal smirk. I thanked her and opened the gift. It looked like a collar with tag that read, “BDSM Bull”. I giggled thinking it was joke that had to do with our earlier conversation. She grabbed it and told me to allow her to put it on me. Of course I accepted. I was thinking she and I were going to have sex soon. She snapped it on and we started to walk in. Just then another car pulled up and a few more guys got out, each with BDSM bull collars on their necks as well.
Tag: Humiliation
Back again with [M]y girl[F]riend and our mutual Muslim [F]riend. This time around things get much, much more kinkier part 1 [Bondage] [Outdoors] [Orgasm Denial] [Very Long]
Edit: Grammar mistakes
This is going to be a really long story, so I will be breaking it down into multiple posts. For those interested, See my earlier posts here for the back story.
As I said in my last post, Elise, Fatima, and myself were busy with school/work for the past three months so we were unable to continue with our fun times for the time being. However, as school is now out, we have been able to resume with our little love triangle as of late (especially the past week or so, as I’ve been off work due to an injury). Most of our hookups have been very similar to the ones I posted about here previously, so I’m not going to bore you guys with the details about those times. But during that time we did discuss a lot about kinks that the three of us shared and so we decided to incorporate them into our playtime. So here it goes.
The Knight part (1/2) [humiliation] [mf] [elope] [inspired by Game Of Thrones]
The Knight part (½)
I heard only just the previous night that I would be informed and required to be on special duty of peacekeeping in the public streets for a public shaming and probable circumcision. A woman had been charged for apparent solicitation of sex with the king. I was never one to get involved into people’s personal affairs but I believe the king has been cheating on his queen and I despise him for it.
The king is my uncle. He is an annoyance of a person. I’ve been subjected to his personal authoritative measures and he’s not too kind when it comes to those who serve him. His baristas, his servers, his army, and his guards. He was only given the power of the throne because of his family hierarchy when his father passed away and sense he was the oldest of three brothers, he received the throne. Many people do not like him. He charges way too high on tax rates, gives way too many benefits to governing officials, and began an oligarchy for the richest individuals, usually involved in the yearly carnival games and jousting matches. While he is disliked, the cruel public is in favor of his harsh punishments especially on a social matter.
Mother, May I – Part 7 [Incest][Mother/Son][BDSM][Femdom][Exhibitionism][Humiliation][Pain][By and For Adults]
Dear Diary,
After our amazing night of BDSM with my girlfriends, Victor and I have started to truly embrace our dominant and submissive sides. I, of course, have taken the dominant role in the relationship and I have never felt more at home in my own body. I finally feel empowered and in control like I never have before, it’s like we both know our place and we embrace every second of exploring this new place in our relationship.
A few days ago a friend of mine told me about the club that she and her husband have been going to. This isn’t just a dance club, this was a lifestyle club for swingers. I was intrigued. She told me all about the clubs many amenities including several private bedrooms, open orgy rooms with mattresses on the floor, dance floor, and, the part that caught my attention, was the BDSM room. My ears perked when she mentioned this, I immediately knew this was something we had to be a part of.
Mother, May I – Part 7 [MF][Mother/Son][BDSM][Femdom][Exhibitionism][Humiliation][Pain][Incest][By and For Adults]
Dear Diary,
After our amazing night of BDSM with my girlfriends, Victor and I have started to truly embrace our dominant and submissive sides. I, of course, have taken the dominant role in the relationship and I have never felt more at home in my own body. I finally feel empowered and in control like I never have before, it’s like we both know our place and we embrace every second of exploring this new place in our relationship.
A few days ago a friend of mine told me about the club that she and her husband have been going to. This isn’t just a dance club, this was a lifestyle club for swingers. I was intrigued. She told me all about the clubs many amenities including several private bedrooms, open orgy rooms with mattresses on the floor, dance floor, and, the part that caught my attention, was the BDSM room. My ears perked when she mentioned this, I immediately knew this was something we had to be a part of.
[MF] Epic Craigslist Success Story
In honour of today’s shuttering of the Canadian personals sections on Craigslist, I’m reposting my most memorable casual encounter:
Ever try hooking up with Craigslist? I replied to some ads that I found enticing, but only got silence (or offers to join camgirl sites). I tried posting a few ads of my own, and got much of the same – obvious scams, no real girls.
It all changed when I wrote a very dirty response to an ad that asked for domination. I didn’t get a reply, but I thought that what I wrote was too good not to share. So I posted another ad. And this one fucking worked!!
Within three weeks I had fucked two random girls – no dating, no bullshit, and exactly the way I wanted it (those are stories for another time). They were decent looking girls, don’t get me wrong, and I had a good time with both of them, but they were nothing compared to Kitten (that was a piece of her email address, and how I ended up addressing her through most of our correspondence). I’m an average looking 34-year-old; she’s a smoking hot 18-year-old. Cue the comments about this being fake, I don’t mind. I’d feel the same way if it didn’t happen to me!
[FM] My boyfriend knows how to handle me
Last night, I really couldn’t get to sleep. My own fault, honestly, because I took a nap a couple of hours earlier and then drank coffee because I had some stuff to do.
Fast forward to laying in bed with the boyfriend at 1 AM, still wide awake. I’m just laying there trying to trick myself into falling asleep. He rolls over, asks if I’m still feeling the coffee (he knows how sensitive I am to caffeine and stuff like that). I just laugh it off, say yes, tell him I’ll get to sleep soon. He hums, and I think that’s the end of that conversation.
Couple minutes later, I feel his hands rubbing my back. It’s sweet and soothing, and as time goes on more pressure goes into it until he’s basically giving me a massage. It’s so nice because he’s going up and down my whole back, venturing to my ass every once in a while.
[MF] The interesting experience of dominating an experienced woman
I wouldn’t say I am necessarily a dom, but if some BDSM comes into play I do prefer being the ruling hand. In this case it went a lot further than I had gone before, and I didn’t expect I would enjoy it as much as I did.
WARNING: This was a wild one, and includes insulting (body) language as part of her masochistic nature.
So, I’m still in my early thirties at this point, hanging out in a bar initiated from a work anniversary. Most colleagues had gone home, but I had lingered behind enjoying some time out.
An older woman took my eye – you know the type, skin well kept, a few extra pounds, but carrying it extremely well dressed in a long dress. If I had to guess I would place her in her mid 50s.
She seemed to be alone as well, and slightly inebriated like me. After some smalltalk, all initiated by me which was a bit unusual, definite hints were given towards more fun at her place. She was not wearing a ring, nor did I see a shade. Not really the most exciting pick-up I’m afraid, but it definitely turned out well for me.
New Jack (5)
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5.
Jack awoke early amidst a tangle of arms and legs, two sets of large breasts pressed against his upper arms. He slid out of bed, doing his best to let the nude sleeping women continue their rest as he padded into the bathroom to complete his morning ablutions.
Finished, he made his way into the kitchen after throwing on a pair of boxer shorts, no flamingos this time he thought with a wry smile. He began to fix a full breakfast and was just pulling the last of the bacon from the frying pan when Cindy stumbled in. She hadn’t bothered to dress and was peering at Jack through sleep encrusted eyes.
“Coffee” she mumbled and Jack poured a mug from the fresh pot before handing it across to her. “Shit, I need to talk to Max!” she exclaimed, her eyes flying wide open. She grabbed her phone and made her way out of the kitchen as Debbie stumbled in, nude as well, though she looked significantly more chipper.
New Jack (3 – 4)
3.
Monday morning dawned to find Jack already on the road, his sneakers beating a steady staccato onto the wet pavement. He had pushed on this run, still keeping the distance at a respectable three miles but working to drive his mile time down. He idly wondered why no one else around here was out jogging. There were plenty of lights appearing in windows but not a lot of movement at 6 am.
He saw the women as he rounded the next bend. Both relatively tall, ponytails swinging as they jogged along. As the pair passed under a streetlamp he recognized Debbie from the previous night’s adventure. She and her husband had snuck back to their house like teenagers under the cover of darkness after she had given him a deep kiss in parting. Bill had been grinning from ear to ear as he stuck out his hand to take his leave.
It had taken him a moment or two upon awakening to remember and reconstruct yesterday. His morning erection demanded attention, but Jack figured he could find a better use for the load and so opted instead to go for a run.