Play With Me – Part 1 [MF] [D/s] [SM]

First-time poster. Criticism and critiques welcome. More to share if interested.

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This whole week has been so dull. Nothing eventful, nothing interesting, just so utterly unexciting. I was headed here regardless, but when I noticed she was walking this way, too, I felt a bit of my boredom slip away. Few people know about the Hall, but those who do often pique interest in ways of their own. I make my way there, glad to feel less bored as I study her as she walks about 12 feet ahead of me. I don’t close the distance any. I try to guess why you’re going to the Hall; if it’s also to get a little excitement after a tedious week.

She walks well in her black wedges. Her long auburn hair is wavy and bounces ever so slighty behind her as she moves along down the corridor. The Hall is not easy to find, but once you’re in the hallway to it, there’s only one path to follow to its entrance a few minutes away. It leads downwards and twists every so often, giving me time to wonder about her motives and stare at her truly lovely ass. I didn’t see her walk in the corridor before me; she must have just entered the doorway before I did. Perhaps as I was setting my empty glass on the bar, I think to myself.

Submissive Adventures Part 1 [Fsub][D/s][HUML][SM][Stretching][unusual objects][wand][masturbation]

I always knew I was a slut, but I think I outdid myself today. Just thinking about it and I get excited. It started like a semi-normal day, my phone beeps with my morning message from Sir with my task: going to run errands with a butt plug and no panties. While at the store, buying at least 3 objects that will stretch my pussy out, then fuck all 3 of them for Sir with my collar on. Today was going to be a fun day!

I made sure to get right to work, doing everything I needed to get done before the horniness got too distracting. I knew that Sir and I would be texting and that he would say something to get me going very soon. But even without the texting, thinking was difficult, my breasts are so sore! I am really paying for those clothespins last night. 4 on each tit, I think it is a new record. I can’t help but rub them gently through my shirt, reminding me of what I did, then as ordered by Sir I lift my shirt and rub them directly, gently, tenderly. My body reacting to my touch, my mind wandering. I even have a small bruise, it makes me so proud and Sir takes the time to remind me of it. I managed to finish my work, ate a quick lunch and showered before heading out to run errands.

Bondage Dating

**bondage dating**

today I want to devote myself to a very beloved passion of mine, Bondage Dating. I as a masochist love such dates very much because several of my desires are served. I am dominated, restricted in my movements, made available for every action that the dominant sadist wants to commit to me, I am strapped to his imagination, I am deprived of my movements. I am at that moment an object of his lust, I love this hopeless pressure, the shackles, the leather, the chains and the ropes. At the same time Bondage Dating is an aesthetic gathering, it’s an art session and I’m part of this erotic gorgeous session. Bondage dating is helplessness. hopelessness and that is so exciting that the pleasure knows no increase, it is perfect. With Bondage Dating you can incorporate all the other exciting fetishes of BDSM, whether Tease & Denial, Orgasm Control, Anal Sex, and so on …… All these beautiful, exciting, extremely lust-provoking fetishes merge into Bondage Dating wonderful blandness of a BDSM session in which I lose myself, go beyond my limits of lust and become completely one with my erotic desires and their fulfillment.

**sm relationship meaning**

Sadist

What a sadist is ?
I’ve been thinking about what a **sadist** is, because I am a masochist. There exist already some articles about this subject, most of them try to fathom the topic psychologically. I just want to write from the point of view of a woman who does not want to explain, but wants to show the meaning for herself.
**What is sadism?** I begin to explain **sadism**, because it is the essence that gives the **sadist** his intense appeal. Sadism is the passion and irrepressible pleasure and joy to humiliate your partner, to cause her pain, to show her your own sexual power with every breath, to express her your own presence, to make her aware that only your own will counts that she is completely dominated and and that this is all verbal as well as physical. All this is sadism and a **masochist** woman loves it when a man lives for it.
**What is a sadist or sadist lover?** Now we are already in the middle of the subject, **what a sadist or a sadist** **lover is?** **A sadist or sadist lover** knows lustfully, skillfully, very dominantly to use his power. He has this particular aroma of lust, power, superiority, which makes a woman tremble with devotion, longing, desire, and surrender. He builds up in her an immense demand to let dominate herself, to serve him to his will, to give herself completely to his sexual pleasure, dominance and his sexual play, that this desire reaches a barely enduring intensity. He knows what he wants and gets it, he does not ask he just takes it.
**What is a sadomasochistic relationship?** To understand what a **sadist** is, I need to describe **what a sadomasochistic relationship is**. Today I am describing exclusively the sexual aspect. Every **sadist** finds his optimal partner in a **masochist**. This woman desires, implies, implores, pain, humiliation, being used because she wants it, and above all because it is the only way of salvation for her. In a **sadomasochistic relationship** between a **sadist** and a **masochist**, based on the sexual passion of the two, the **sadistic dominance** of the man and the **masochistic devotion** of the woman are lived out, according to the preferences of both. The woman longs for imploring, begging the dominance of the man. I will illustrate this by an example. In this example, I will also introduce extremely intense and amusing game styles of the **BDSM / SM**, which will be described in more detail in later articles. There are **tease & denial**, **bondage** and **orgasm control**.
The **sadis**t enters the room, the **masochist** is already naked and full of longing, after **bondage**, after stimulating and treating her private parts to the border of the orgasm and then to get him denied (**Tease & Denial**) the power of the **sadist** to decide if she gets no, one or many orgasms (**orgasm control**), after pain humiliation, to get used and humiliated by the **sadist**. The **sadist** knows it, this sexual power excites him, makes him even more powerful and the masochist is even more willing to get used by him. The **sadist** plays with her as he likes, without worrying about what she wants, as long as he wants it and puts him in a lusty intoxication until his complete fulfillment and satisfaction. She is surrendered to him, is reluctant after this treatment because it fulfills her and gives her the ultimate satisfaction.

Why do people like bondage and pain?

**Why do people like bondage and pain?** The chat window opens. Here I am. Inexperienced. Insecure. Curious. Curious about the men. How will they react to a woman who wants more? Will they respect me? Am I a pure object of desire? Are my ideas of bondage absurd? And above all, how will I react?
I am a woman in her mid-twenties, wants more than ordinary sex, cuddling and tender kisses. And again these questions: Am I perverted because I want to be tied up? Because I long for a sweet pleasure pain? Because I no longer want to have relationships that are lost in the routine of everyday life? I’m not a sexy vamp. Just a girl next door. Maybe too simple for the men I’ll meet here? Now I am online. In search of this “more” that I can not even define. Do I want a SM relationship? Or maybe just live me out? May I as a woman say that I want to be tied up? Is it wrong to have the desire to get spanked? May I have bondage and latex fantasies? And while I still think about all this, I’m already written to it. For a brief moment it’s as if my heart stops.
I open the message of the unknown: “You open your eyes and look into the darkness. You feel the chains that fix your body. The mask that covers your face. The clamps in your nipples that make your body throb. Gently sweeps the leather over your skin. Your breath gets faster. Tension seems to tear you. ” Goose bumps. A feeling of pleasure overcomes me. Get caught and excited at once. The adrenaline shoots through my body. For a moment the air is gone. This stranger talks to me from the bottom of my soul. Awakens my desire with his words to life – I want that!
I’m ready. Ready to give me up. To drop. To entrust my longings to this stranger. Entrusting myself to him and delivering myself to him. Feel how bondage captivates my soul and my body. I am full of expectation. Full of desire for the sweet pain. To feel the leather grains on my skin. Tender kisses that cover my body and hard blows that make him shake. The foreign bondage lover lets me immerse myself in a world full of desire, passion and to my astonishment – trust. I get an insight into the world of bondage. An insight that has so little to do with “Fifty Shades of Gray”. My initial curiosity is inspired and seduced. I want to experience this “more”. The men who meet me are different, different from what I thought. Charming. Funny. Witty. Perverse? I don´t know. Not more than me. Is it perverted to admit his inclinations? To live out his inclinations? Not hiding behind social norms? We live out our desire. We are crossing boundaries – not just the supposed boundaries of decency and morality. We are crossing the borders in our heads. The fears that define us. The fears that fix us in everyday life. We live. We suffer. We love.
To put my limits and desires into words makes them come alive – to be experienced. Bondage is no longer just a rough idea of the possible. It’s a fantasy: “I want to deny myself. I do not want to be one of many. I want to enjoy the game of power. Wild. Passionate. Curious. I want you to seduce me. Tying with your eyes. Your lips make me long for your kisses. Determine about my body. Fix me. Take my freedom with leather straps. Press my thighs apart. Bind my arms to the bedhead. Cover my eyes. Touch me, so that I distort myself after you. Cover my skin with hot wax. Let your tongue explore my body. Nibble on my nipples. Let me feel the agony of waiting for you. ” The chat window gives me a look into the dark desires. Bondage Practices, Feminization, D & T, SM Relationships and Varnish, Leather & Latex. There is a whole world to discover and a bit of it myself!
I log out, drive down the notebook and smile. I am a woman in my mid-twenties, longing for sweet pleasure pain, want to get spanked and experience bondage!

Forgiveness [MF] [Western] [sm] [old gender values] [misogyny]

Sally laid the flowers in the middle of the dirt road that ran through the city. As she pulled herself up and dusted off her dress she was a woman.

“Your old life is over,” I hollered from the storefront as a stagecoach passed and the wind lifted dirt and dust all back on her blue and white dress sending her skirt billowing around her crinoline. It was all a poor choice in my eyes, weather was too hot for a corset and all that, especially not for him.

She lifted her pale face to me, curly locks of sun-kissed brown hair following behind her and almost hissed at me.

“You leave me alone Billy Holaday,” she turned and started to walk away as the wind picked up the flowers and started tossing them about from the bouquet to Sally’s astonishment.

She started to lift her skirt in both hands and chase after them and I couldn’t stand any more and marched myself to her in my corduroys and same frock coat I wore to the funeral–I paid for it I might as well wear it.

The Sex Shop Scenario [MF] [Bi]

I refuse to give into the
belief that sex with a certain person is only interesting for a certain period. I know I banged on
about this on a television documentary several years ago. I already have interesting ways of doing such
things, via an open relationship. Not recommended for everybody.

Seth had been getting to know the neighbourhood and to his delight, he found a rather good
sex shop close by.

*“Miss, shall I go to the sex shop? Message me when I am there. I shall purchase three items of
your choosing and I must use these items at your command. How does that sound?”*

*“Not a bad idea at all. Sounds like fun actually.”*

Off he went, no fear of being recognised. We had only been living in the area a month or so and
we felt like locals already. No one bothered us. No paparazzi to speak of. I sat in the living room with my laptop and my phone close by. Technology is a wonderful thing. I don’t know if I was the quickest adopter of such technologies as the internet and cell phones but the internet was fantastic. I had my headphones on…some good
“modern” beats playing. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I threw the headphones off.

A toy in the attic [MF] [Fsolo, rough, mc, ds, nosex, voy, sm]

It starts with a single gesture. A beckoning motion of my hand and you obediently follow me, holding the leash attached to your collar. Up the steps to the attic we walk, the wooden steps rough against your bare feet. The humid late summer air assaulting your bare flesh, causing stinging pinpricks of sweat to form over your body and trickle along your curves, dripping onto the slightly dusty floor boards.

My finger presses against your lips, silencing and stopping you as you enter the open space, moonlight pouring in through the sky light, illuminating the metal shackles anchored into the floor. Leaving your side, I walk over and begin to light two semi circles of pillar candles around the room, your eyes slowly adjusting to the soft, flickering light.

Turning to you with a slight nod and turn of my head, compelling you to walk into the circle and kneel, your forearms resting on your thighs, just as you are trained to do. I remove the leash and wrap it around my fist, as I examine your naked body, glistening with perspiration, from all sides. You arch your back, sticking your breasts and bottom out for me. You tilt your head back, eyes forward, exposing your neck, until you feel my gaze leaving your flesh.

Library Rendezvous [MF] [bd, ds, exhib, piv, rough, sm]

I notice you as I’m working on a project in the library, sitting across the common area at another table. I find it hard to concentrate, your partially unzipped hoodie keeps opening as you lean over your books, revealing your cute patterned bra underneath.

As you stand up in search of another book, I quickly scribble a note and wrap it with a long red ribbon, leaving it on top of your notebook. Returning to your seat, tucking your hair behind your ear, you look around and see me engrossed in copying more notes. Opening the letter, you read my words: “I want to ravish you. Tie the ribbon around your neck and meet me in the reference section. Leave your underwear behind.”

You stuff your books into your bag, and I glance up at the noise to see the red ribbon looped around your neck and you finish it in a bow over your throat. I watch you reach under the table and lean back in the chair, your arms shifting under the table before you leave. I wait a moment before I quickly follow up the stairs to the stacks. The floor is abandoned, with low lights illuminating every other row. I check row after row, eventually locating you in a dark aisle near the shelves of encyclopedias.

Stubborn (MF, Mdom, SM)

“Now, are you going to behave this time?” He asked. His mouth had a hint of a smile, but still maintained the anger in his voice. Despite the bruises on her ass from the last session, and the tremor of her legs, she defiantly pointed up her nose, scoffing at him. “As if”. All hint of a smile dropped from his face, and he moved quickly, using a flat palm to slap open her legs. He laughed sharply, vindicated by the wetness already growing. Her breath catches as his hand gets closer, only to be denied as he focuses his attention on her breasts. With a smack, he delivers the first blow. “You are to refer to me as Master only, understood?” She whimpers, no reply. A low growl comes out. “I see we’re going to start at the basics. Sit up” She complies, oddly, sitting up on the bed. He pulls a length of soft rope out, it’s silk not changing the roughness with which he lashes her wrists together. She hisses with pain. “Hey, that’s hurting me!” The protest falling on deaf ears. “If you listened from the start, you would still have your hands. However, you’ve lost the privilege of them today. Clearly you don’t know the basics of how this works, so we’re starting over. I command. You comply.” His hand fell across her breast with a crack, louder this time. She moans. “Are you going to listen, then?”
The moan changes to a begrudging groan. “Yes.” Crack “I’m sorry?” Hissing in air through her teeth, you could see how difficult this was for her. “Yes sir.” He pushes a finger barely inside her, still causing a low moan to come out of her. “When you listen, you get rewarded, slut” He smiles. “I had some fun things planned for you, but clearly you’ve got some penance to do.” Flat on her back, she can’t see him as he moves around the dark room. The sound of a belt sliding out and pants dropping are clue enough, but he yanks her up by her neck, causing her to kneel on the bed. “Now. I want you to suck me off. I want you to swallow every drop.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief, making him anger again. He grabs her by her neck, pulling her face close to his. “In this room, I am your master. You do as I say. Un. Der. Stood.” There was no question in his voice, only statement. She tilted her neck down, taking him fully on the first swipe. She gasps as he hits the back of her throat, but he keeps pushing down. As she bobs up and down, he rubs her ass. She moans, humming on his cock. The rubs turn to spanks as she hums and teases. “No teasing, whore.” Swiping her tongue up and down his length, any defiance has vanished as she focuses her energy on only the task before her. A low moan comes out of his mouth, changing to a gasp and then one final push. He cuts down her throat, holding her neck tight. She swallows carefully, rising up to look him in the eye. Sticking out her tongue, a perfect drop of cum falls on the sheets between their legs. His eyes turn dark and he reaches quickly around for her arms, yanking her off the bed and bending her over. She wags her ass in the air, clearly aware of what she’s doing. He grabs his discarded belt off the floor, bringing it down quickly with a loud crack. “Count.” He practically growls it, exasperated. “One” She moans, pushing her ass against his legs. “Two” her ass is already displaying stripes. 10 lashes later, her moans have turned to whispers. She is beginning to break. Crack, “Please sir….” She whimpers. Crack “Please what?” Crack “How many more?” More a cry than a question, he smiles. He drops the belt on the floor and grabs her by her wrists, turning her abruptly around. “So now you’re going to obey?” She whimpers, collapsing towards him. He pushes her back onto the bed, crawling closer. “Listen to me, whore. Are you going to obey now?” Her eyes are closed now. “Yes sir” she whispers. “Good.” Reaching to the side of the bed, he pulls out a vibrating dildo. Her eyes widen as she hears it buzz, and she moans a scared whimper as he pushes it inside her. Her hips begin to buck against his, her clit begging for attention. He swipes a thumb over it, licking up her neck at the same time. The combination arching her back, she moans loudly. “Do you want to cum now, slut?” A cry is his answer as she pushes up against his arm. He kisses up her chest as she continues to squirm and whimper. “You’ve caused me a deal of trouble today, you know that?” She means again, louder. “Do you think you deserve to cum?” She nods desperately, eyes wide. “Please sir. Please let me come.” A bite on the side of her neck, he pulls back suddenly, and turns the dildo off. Now working it in and out only with his hands, he sits back and watches. “Tell me why you think you deserve to cum, whore.” She moans, disappointed but still on edge. “Mmm…I sucked your cock so good today.” A slap lands on the inside of her thigh. “So? Any good slut can do that.” He mocks her from afar, pushing in and up o make her legs quiver. She’s hardly holding on now. “What else have you done. What can a stupid whore like you do to deserve to cum.” He moves closer, growling into her ear. “What makes you think you deserve anything.” She is silent now, moaning and rubbing her hips into the dildo. The occasional brush of a finger against her clit is driving her mad, but he carries on. “I own you. I own your pussy, I own your tits. You’re mine for pleasure. I got what I needed from you, what’s to stop me from leaving you like this, all tied up and whimpering?” His pace quickens, egged on by her cries. “Please….” She whispers, exhausted. “What was that, slut?” He smiles at her weakness. “Please, sir. Please let me cum. I know I don’t deserve it but….” He turns the vibrator back on and her hips rocket up. “Oh god please!” She screams and grits her teeth. The dildo is slapping in and out of her now. He leans in, nipping at her jaw. “Cum, then.”