Aunt Mary [F/FM][Spanking][Sex][Fiction][FDom][FSub][MSub]

Posted on April 3, 2018 by BottomMarks

**NOT my story but one of my favourites from the days of something called USENET from the steam aged Internet that I recently rediscovered on a Blog**

 

My wife Sara and I play spanking games. We take turns spanking and getting spanked and after a spanking, or sometimes a pair of spankings (one for each of us) we always make love. I think I enjoy the spanking play more than my wife does.

 

She plays though, and sometimes she is the one who suggests a spanking. When it is her idea, I am usually the one who gets the spanking. Our spankings are not very painful. I spank her with my hand. She spanks me with a paddle, because I can hardly feel her hand spankings. When she uses the paddle the spanking stings, but just enough to be exciting.

 

That has been fun, but last weekend we had an experience that was the most intense and exciting I have ever experienced.

Sara’s friend Mary was visiting us for a few days. Mary lives out of state, but was in town on business. Of course, Sara insisted that Mary stay with us. Sara and I both enjoyed having her there. It is more fun to enjoy your home town, when you have an out of towner to show around. Read more »

An erotic dream[Mmf][Msub]

Posted on April 3, 2018 by flowinglog — 1 Comment ↓

A Five-star hotel, Los Angeles, California

The pool glistened under the translucent glass dome. It was silent other than the soft lapping of water, the hotel bright and vacant.

Crouched half-naked, Alessa had woken moments ago in the tan recliner by the poolside, her whole body aching. Sitting up, she’d glanced down and her blood-soaked thighs and hardly believe what had happened to her.

Earlier, her fiancé, Jose, had asked her to deliver some documents to the hotel where he was working. She remembered pacing into the room and being wrestled from behind, her mouth being smothered and lapsing unconsciousness. After that, it became fuzzy, like some erotic dream, in which she was surrounded by a man’s breath, shackled by his strong arms, contorted around his torso and used like a toy to satisfy his desires. She’d felt herself open up to him, her body ravished and pulsating; a burst of pain as he pushed himself into her as she cried out. And this man, the one in her dream – it wasn’t Jose, her fiancé.

But now, looking between her blood-stained thighs, her body a mesh of aches and sores, she knew it hadn’t been a dream. Read more »

“Wittgenstein the Sub: Fantasy, Gender Subversion, Power and Overwriting in My Graduate School Experience” [Fm, bdsm, Fdom, Msub]

Posted on March 29, 2018 by edsbenedickt

(The following is a true story in that a dominant woman I was seeing at the time demanded I write her an erotica based on her relationship when I should have been writing my thesis. This was the product.)

CRACK! The slap struck like the first lightning bolt in a summer storm, the one that seems to change the atmosphere from a sense of foreboding possibility to one of certain catharsis. The lingering sting radiated down his body from his jaw, tingling synapses from the nape of his neck to the tips of each toe. It was a slap akin to that delivered by a physician to a newborn to welcome them into a new world, in this instance one where he had ceased to exist as he had thought of himself- overachiever, perfectionist, occasional control freak- and was reborn as the pet of his incredible Mistress. Read more »

Torture[F][M][Msub][Fdom][nc][anal]

Posted on February 27, 2018 by ScarletPantyPrincess

Torture

The room spun around me, the scent of lavender filled my nostrils and I tried to make sense of the scene around me. To my right I saw long beige curtains flowing down over a dark hardwood floor, streaks of light danced past the fabric and streamed rays of white onto the tan walls around me. To the left I saw an oak nightstand, on the surface sat a lamp and an array of toys and tools spread out for convenience. From left to right there was a string of blue anal beads, a long pink vibrating dildo, a black butt plug, a bottle of lubricant and a ball gag mask. Read more »

Did You Bring Your Wife’s Panties? [FDom][MSub][huml][mast]

Posted on January 15, 2018 by JulianneSparks

Mistress Kira answered her shop’s back door in a tight red dress, five inch black heels, full make-up, and her blonde hair pulled back into a severe bun. She assessed Owen; a non-descript man of average build in his early forties stood before her dressed in a cheap suit. He looked harmless enough with anxious eyes as he stood in the alley behind the row of stores.

“Come in,” she said.

He stepped into the hall. She closed the door behind him, plunging the hallway into murky dimness before she began walking towards her office. He followed her only to stop when she did. She turned around to face him.

She said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you. Men get to walk. Dogs crawl. Get down on your knees. Now.”

He dropped down to his hands and knees, looking up her beautiful legs reminiscent of a Russian ballerina; pale and hard, smooth.

“Come,” she said, walking away.

He crawled behind her as she walked a few steps before turning left into a windowless office with dark green walls and heavy wood and leather furniture. A lone Tiffany lamp shined on her desk. She picked up a riding crop from her desk then turned her attention to Owen. Leaning against the desk, she looked down at the submissive man. Read more »

Femdom Humiliation Games

Posted on January 10, 2018 by Mistress_Zoe

The game is pretty simple, you allow the submissive man to role the dice and let chance determine his activity / punishment / torment / humiliation. Some of these are quite lengthy and some are quite painful. A few require specialized equipment (tall ceiling and a hoist) and some involve items not in most modern households (wooden clothes pins, cotton rope, whips, paddles), but may be quite common in the house of a practicing Femdom Dominatrix.
The game is setup with live-in D/s couples in mind but can be played as a party game with multiple couples – sort of like a D/s version of spin-the-bottle . A lot of activities can be part of a session between a pro-domme and a client. Most of the activities are set up for a male submissive and dominant femdom woman. Read more »

After the Gym Pt. 2 [mmm] [anal] [exh] [Msub] [cuck] [mast] [oral] [swing] [bi] [gay]

Posted on December 30, 2017 by fuckinaroundWinnipeg — 1 Comment ↓

I think the answer must have literally spilled out of my mouth – or at least my body language properly reflected a resounding ‘yes.’

 

Jeremy was smiling now too, “Man,” he said, “awesome. Lemme just send Michael a text and tell him you’re coming over?”

“Uh,” my heart was already pounding, and my legs felt a bit numb from the work out, and I sort of sat down on one of the benches lining the outside of the showers, “yea man yea.”

“You good?” Jeremy asked, stepping into the locker room briefly to fetch his phone.

“Just excited,” I laughed, “and tired.”

 

He popped back into the room and sat down beside me on my right.

 

“I sent him a text, we’ll wait a bit and see if he replies,” Jeremy said, looking at my cock. I could see precum already drizzling out of it steadily. “You’re *really* excited.”

I laughed, “what gave it away?” I felt a bit short of breath and felt I couldn’t have stood even if I tried – my whole body was tense with anxious energy, but in a good way. Read more »

Daddy’s Gift [Mdom] [Fdom] [Fsub] [Msub]

Posted on December 23, 2017 by RedShambhala

[This is Chapter 1 of the extremely pervert BDSM story I intend to write. There will be multiple characters and both maledom and femdom. The story will be largely heterosexual but there’s also place for some bi-fun with a twinkish/femboyish character. Hope you enjoy! Also, if you’re a grammar alt-Right, feel free to check my grammar and my language; English isn’t my first language but one of the reasons I write is that I have to improve it and get a feeling for a “natural” English, etc.]

In Chapter 1, three of the main characters will be introduced: Read more »

The Devil Wears Red Silk (Chapter 1) [FM] [Fdom] [Msub]

Posted on December 1, 2017 by youngsatire

Chapter 1
“Do I make you nervous?”, she asked, knowing full well that his carotid artery was throbbing incessantly against the thin skin of his neck.
She stood behind him as he sat in a velvet-lined wooden chair fit for a bar instead of this place. Her eyes forward, she saw herself in the stained mirror as well as her well-kept pet. She was enveloped in red from her decollete to her strong, yet feminine ankles. Her suit was sewn from the finest satin, curling and twisting around her slender frame until reaching her firmly starched collar. She wore a black tie and black patent leather boots reflecting the dim light against the mirror.
“No,” he calmly said, desperately trying to get his heartbeat under control as he knew she could feel his fear from 10 feet away.
What he saw in front of him was not reality. It was a twisted, writhing, pulsating picture that would be his only sight for the foreseeable future. He was nervous alright. He felt a constant urge to run his fingers through his sandy blonde hair or crack his knuckles. How badly he wanted to cross and uncross his legs, but they were strapped to another pair of wooden limbs.
She was as tall as a skyscraper dripping in blood, encasing every window and balcony with a reminder of her reputation. She looked through her abyss-black bangs with transparent green eyes into the mirror and back into his own. The mirror distorted her in the best way possible. She was a giant, a beacon of power, just the way she liked.
Step. Click. Step. Click. Step. Click. Step. Click. Step. Click.
With each step her scent became stronger and stronger. Ginger, bergamot, and musk slithered ever closer until he heard the satin of her suit slide against itself as she bent down. In the mirror, a straight line of blue-black hair and rosy-pink lips lowered themselves in the right angle between the shoulder of his blazer and the trunk of his neck.
“I think you are nervous, James.” She purred. “In fact, I know you are.”
With one quick motion she licked his neck from his collarbone up to his ear which she satisfyingly sank her teeth into. Her left hand slipped up his left arm, over his shoulder, and found its place gripped around his unassuming neck. His heart rate boomed through his chest as she held his life in her red-tipped fingers.
“Well, well, well. Your pulse is a little high, 114 beats per minute to be exact.”
“What do you want from me?” James said, breathlessly.
“I want you to be my pet for a bit, my toy.” She grinned, kissing his right cheek as she bore holes in his irises through the mirror.
James strained against the leather restraints, slowly creating bands of irritated skin around his wrists and ankles. He really didn’t have a choice here, did he? She had a grip on his life, literally and figuratively. As her red-tipped fingernails dug slightly deeper into his throbbing neck, he was reminded of her control over him.