Tag: Male Submissive

I call her “Mommy.” [mF] [Fdom, msub] [Oral]

Some weeks had passed since Natalie took my virginity, and I gotta say, she has kept me on the ropes. I spent almost every weekend at my Dad’s. He was flattered, but I doubt he would be as happy if he knew I was actually there to fuck his wife. I actually did feel bad about the whole thing, but I barely had time to think with Natalie, or Mommy as she insisted I call her, draining my nuts.

This particular weekend Natalie was out and my father was called into work for something I didn’t care enough about to listen. I was on my bed texting my closest friend, Max, about a band she was very much into. Max was hot, no doubt about it, and had a great sense of humor and listened to me no matter what I had to say. Of course, there was no way she’d ever look at me like that, so I stuck with my inhumanly curvy stepmother. Read more »

Rubicon, Part 1 [FM] [Msub] [Fdom] [bdsm] [huml] [cnc] [hypno] [bd]

She was determined to make it happen.

“Aren’t you gonna ask why I made sure you got a full night’s sleep every day this week?”

“I assume I’ll find out in a bit.” Even though his confidence was a thin veneer over strident anticipation—and she knew it, and he knew she knew it—he grinned anyway. For reasons that would never become clear to him, it felt important to put up some resistance before they began, even if it was mostly for his ego.

She sighed and smiled back. “I have never loved that expression on your face more than right now,” she said.

In retrospect, that should have worried him more than it did.

He stretched languidly beneath her, pleasantly adrift in curiosity. He tried to keep his mind from cycling through the possibilities, wanting to stay present and engaged in the moment for her. She had treated him particularly well that week, and she had promised to reward him with his favorite arrangement: being cuffed spread-eagle to the bed—almost too tightly. Long ago, she had dubbed the position “the lazy submissive”. He wriggled subtly in anticipation of the bondage. Read more »

Branching Out [MFM] [MMF] [Cuck] [Oral] [BD] [Fdom] [Msub]

She lays nearly naked on the bed. Her dark hair flowing across one shoulder. A black kimono wrapped around her. She watches him closely. He sits in the antique, wooden chair that usually resides at the dressing table in the corner of the bedroom. He’s mostly naked, but not quite. He’s wearing his chastity cage, because they feel all sub guys should be. He’s also wearing a rather large butt plug, because his partner likes him like that. Plus he’s wearing a ball gag, because, regardless of the situation, he always talks too much. He’s still not quite sure how he ended up like this. He just followed his partner’s lead, as always, and one thing just lead to another. The last thing he wore were the leather cuffs that were holding his wrists securely to the wooden arms of the chair. He was beginning to wonder where she was going with all this, when they both heard a knock at the door. Read more »

While my father slept. [Fm] [Fdom, Msub]

My parents had been divorced since I was about ten. It was long and messy, but irrelevant. The important thing is that my father remarried during my senior year of High School. They had met online, and had dated about a year, which was quick. After I first met this woman, though I knew what had gone through my father’s head.

Natalie was several years younger than my father, and at 48 she looked stunning. Had she any kids, she would be the personification of a MILF. She dyed her hair a dark red, and kept it shoulder-length, which perfectly framed her face. Not that her face needed help drawing attention. She had the most beautiful milk-chocolate eyes. Great men had broken down locking with those eyes. That was if they made it past imagining her thick lips wrapped around their dicks. Read more »

I missed a night [str8] [fdom] [msub] [bdsm] [FM]

I wake up, in a hotel, with my amazing girlfriend have a night of wild sex. She rolls over and sweetly says “Let’s go again, get on all fours!” as she plus my ass. I get tied to the bed, as is her wish, on all fours. After some rustling around behind me, she walks over so I can see her, with her strap-on on her. She tells me to open my mouth and I suck on it for her, knowing where it’s going next. She pushes it in my mouth, as deep as I can bear. I struggle to take in any more without gagging, but she puts her hand on the back of my head and pushes, deeper and deeper.

I gag and choke on her appendage so she backs off a bit. This will be repeated over and over for the next five minutes. I choke, I gag, and she backs off… petting my head, telling me how good I am. Then she pushes it deeper, holding the back of my head so I can’t pull back. I choke and gag. She eases off after a moment, as I catch my breath her assault begins again. The strap on enters my throat. I choke, I gag, I can’t breathe, I can’t escape. I endure as she moans and enjoys her dominance in our relationship. Read more »

Patience and Pegging [FFFM] [Msub] [Fdom] [bdsm]

Three gorgeous women stood around me in a loose triangle, conspiring. I couldn’t see their facial expressions because my eyes were at waist-level; I was not standing, but on my knees, in their midst.

I wondered what they were feeling, and what a potent complement it must be to my experience. My wrists were secured behind my back in a pair of snug but comfortable velcro cuffs. There was a cool breeze from a window that teased my uncovered skin; they remained clothed and unfazed.

Somehow, I was not dreaming.

“Do you know how many men would kill to be in your position right now?” Asked Page, grasping my bearded chin with her fingertips to tilt my head back until we made eye contact. There was a predatory gleam in her eyes that made my heart pound even faster.

My mind was blank, unable to find purchase in a whirlpool of emotions that I couldn’t wait to drown in. I felt the addictive thrill of uncertainty and nascent panic, a cocktail of neurochemicals that told me:

“Run, before they tear you to pieces!” Read more »

Stories of a Certain Kind [FM] [Fdom] [Msub] [bdsm]

“Write me stories,” she said.

“Write me stories, and I’ll do to you whatever wicked things you do to your heroes.”

So, I wrote.

Tale upon tale flowed from my fingertips to hers. We were a team: I brought her raw materials, she crafted them into encounters. Her standards were simple and constant: Challenge myself. Balance indulgence with torment.

I filled the stories to bursting with my fantasies, page after page iterating over them from every angle. The possibilities lit up my mind constantly. She took plenty of liberties: Sometimes she would do exactly what I wrote, as if following instructions. Other times, I would not understand the connection to my prompt at all, until she would whisper the epiphany to me as her hands kneaded my most sensitive parts.

The result was that I never knew what to expect, never knew what nuanced wickedness my words might have unlocked, could never add in a detail without weighing the probability that I might be designing my own doom. She made it clear I would regret it if I went easy on myself. When I wrote weak stories, didn’t pour myself into them, didn’t give her enough to work with, there would be a consequence every time. Bruises, denial, scars. She would find a way to make me feel paradoxically judged and liberated. Read more »