[MF] A true D/s story, one of many, from a Dom (42M)

I have many stories in my years as an experienced Dom. I decided to write them down and share them with others, so that they might enjoy them and so that I might not forget them. These are 100% true stories and are as accurate as my mind remembers them. To the best of my ability, and memory, I will not fabricate or exaggerate them.

I met C, in my single days, on a dating app. It wasn’t Fetlife or anything like that. I had been an active Dom for several years at that point, and had a handful of subs, who all knew about me having multiple, but mostly they were play partners only. I wasn’t necessarily ready to find someone to settle down with, but I was open to seeing what was out there.

We had exchanged emails and texts for a couple weeks, when she decided she would like to meet me and see what we thought in person. She wasn’t one for crowds, or some place busy where we couldn’t hear well, or have other visual distractions, so she invited me over to her place one night to share a bottle of wine. I accepted.

[FM] Poor Daddy, being bratty in public

My last Daddy and I were long distance and used to roleplay in messages or on the phone and often acted the scenes out in person when we met. One scene I was wanted to try was were I was getting jealous of Daddy ‘flirting’ with other women, in this case a waitress in a restaurant. He’s 44, divorced, slightly chubby, dark red hair and a sexy beard. I’m 27, blonde, pale, plus sized with big tits (pictures on my profile). The story below took place in April. Unfortunately we parted ways a while ago but I have a lot of fond memories. I apologize is anybody in the service industry had to deal with someone like me :/

The Foursome [Group]

Daniel called me yesterday. I’d known that he was getting married, to a very fierce and cool as fuck gal who could almost beat his ass if she ever needed to. She won’t; he’s never hit a woman, well, well, not unless she asked for it during sex. They’re coming out to the West Coast for their honeymoon, and I’ll get to see them.

How strange (but also kinda cool) when the rowdy ones rowdy on down. I’ve always known that he wanted a family, since family is so important to him that he moved back home to care for his ailing grandmother after his grandfather died. It’s nice that he’s found a girl who allows him to be who is while attracting him enough that who he is is not *quite* so promiscuous as before.

I met Daniel when I was 19. He was in the drama department with my best and oldest friend, Sally, We’ve been friends since like 7th grade. Our lives have taken radically different paths through the years, yet we’ve always kept in touch. When she was considering cheating on her husband and/or leaving him (she didn’t) I was the one she turned to for advice.

69 Is a Passing Grade: Eating my Student’s Ass [MF]

This happened a number of years ago while I was a graduate assistant. Names and small details have been changed to protect the innocent and the not so innocent. I don’t know why you’d want to know what I look like, but for the curious: I’m 6ft, have a classic dadbod, wear trimmed beard, and have a cock that is ~~so huge you can barely~~ incredibly average in every regard except that it has a pretty wicked upward curve.

I don’t know how it started. Kylie certainly wasn’t the most attractive student in my freshman math class (We’ll give that award to the girl who sat in the front row, didn’t wear a shirt under her quarter-zip, and pulled the zipper down during tests. Come on, I make some questionable choices, but I’m not *that* dumb.) She had an awful dye job, a merely average chest and ass, and carried a few extra pounds – I supposed we’d call her thicc today, but that wasn’t a thing (as far as I knew) back then. But I had just gone through a pretty rough break up and she was quirky in a way that crashed right through my common sense.

[MT] The Summer of Serra Pt. 2

I made a post a few months back about my first encounter with Serra in college, and it was generally well received, with only a *few* shitty messages, and after lurking since then, felt like sharing a bit more.

So to fill in some background, Serra and I met in college and she was instrumental in bringing me back from an extremely dark place. She is a bubbly, bright ray of light, and I am the luckiest guy in the world for having her by my side for years now. She is MtF trans, and has no plans for surgery, which I’m okay with.

So after our first encounter, we were pretty inseparable. We stayed over at each other’s places nearly every night, and within weeks I had told her I loved her and we were looking for a place together. Up until this point our sex life had consisted of mutual oral (which I had grown to genuinely enjoy).

Sex in the snow [MF][Exhibitionism]

So I just recently posted the story of the threesome I got through shear dumb luck. But before I posted that one, I had this one nearly ready. So I decided to finish and post it before I am too lazy again.

So in University I had a girlfriend, called Elizabeth, but everyone called her Liz. As part of our social group we went on a skiing trip during the holidays and rented a small cabin from one of the guy’s parents.

After a day on the tracks we drank and partied as students like to do. During an especially alcoholic night we played a round of truth or dare. Most of the evening disappeared in a haze of booze and the fog of time. But one dare seared at least one part firmly into my mind.

Somehow Liz agreed to have sex with me outside, where it was snowing and freezing cold, when she was dared to by one of our friends. And as the horny idiot that I was, I agreed. Well our drunk friends insisted they needed proof. And drunk Liz and me made partial concessions. We agreed they could turn on the porch lights and Liz and I would do it at the edge of the light radius. They could watch through the windows but that was it. So they would see maybe shadows or dim light, movement of what was going on, but wouldn’t get front row seats. And they did just watch through the windows, they had opened, braving the cold.

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch5. [Fm, reluctant, oral, spank, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

 

 

Chapter 5

 

Near dusk, Mother found us wiping picture frames and polishing furniture. She studied our work in minute detail. “What’s left on the checklist?”

“I think we got it all, Ruth.” Words I never would have spoken to her.

She had pinned the list to the refrigerator, with a magnet. Studying it, she coughed. “Did you sand the crossbeams?”

“I don’t remember that on the list.” Andrew cocked his head.

Mother looked at me. “You didn’t tell him?”

“I was washing the rugs out back.”

“Excuses!” She told her grandson, “That’s part of the room scrubbing. The humidity weakens the surface of those two timbers. Even if you oil them, you have to sand them once a year and apply fresh oil.

“Sorry. I’ll get to it after supper.”

“You’ll have to move out half of the furniture again to avoid drips.” She shook her head. “I don’t blame you, Grandson.” Until then, she had called him, Andy. “I see I should have been more specific. I trusted your mother to remember something that important. I was wrong.” She sighed and looked at her daughter. “You look proper worn out today, Ingrid. You can’t be expected to remember everything. I’ll help you in the kitchen.”

Not a Sound, Final Part (Mf, Cheating, Ageplay, Risky, Oral)

After our brief tryst in the lounge things seemed to escalate between myself and Emma. I could no longer deny that what was happening between us was just sex, because we both knew we felt something. I do worry that perhaps those feelings are entirely based on a young, gorgeous girl being besotted with me, who makes me feel twenty years younger and has made me feel more virile than any time in my life. But then she is smart and funny too, I tell myself, and that’s plenty of reason to feel something back.

It’s definitely not because she’s some kind of nympho.

We start to fuck anywhere we can, meet anywhere we can. Our list, already full of dangerous liaisons that could get us both into a lot of trouble, extends to include the bathroom in a pub, a changing room in a department store and a house party hosted by one of her friends. The latter was the closest we’d come to being found out, as a teacher has no right to be in attendance at these parties and certainly has no right to be vigorously fucking someone half his age on the bed of said friend’s parents.

Not a Sound, Final Part (Mf, Cheating, Ageplay, Risky, Oral)

After our brief tryst in the lounge things seemed to escalate between myself and Emma. I could no longer deny that what was happening between us was just sex, because we both knew we felt something. I do worry that perhaps those feelings are entirely based on a young, gorgeous girl being besotted with me, who makes me feel twenty years younger and has made me feel more virile than any time in my life. But then she is smart and funny too, I tell myself, and that’s plenty of reason to feel something back.

It’s definitely not because she’s some kind of nympho.

We start to fuck anywhere we can, meet anywhere we can. Our list, already full of dangerous liaisons that could get us both into a lot of trouble, extends to include the bathroom in a pub, a changing room in a department store and a house party hosted by one of her friends. The latter was the closest we’d come to being found out, as a teacher has no right to be in attendance at these parties and certainly has no right to be vigorously fucking someone half his age on the bed of said friend’s parents.

Not a Sound, Final Part (Mf, Cheating, Ageplay, Risky, Oral)

After our brief tryst in the lounge things seemed to escalate between myself and Emma. I could no longer deny that what was happening between us was just sex, because we both knew we felt something. I do worry that perhaps those feelings are entirely based on a young, gorgeous girl being besotted with me, who makes me feel twenty years younger and has made me feel more virile than any time in my life. But then she is smart and funny too, I tell myself, and that’s plenty of reason to feel something back.

It’s definitely not because she’s some kind of nympho.

We start to fuck anywhere we can, meet anywhere we can. Our list, already full of dangerous liaisons that could get us both into a lot of trouble, extends to include the bathroom in a pub, a changing room in a department store and a house party hosted by one of her friends. The latter was the closest we’d come to being found out, as a teacher has no right to be in attendance at these parties and certainly has no right to be vigorously fucking someone half his age on the bed of said friend’s parents.