[M]y first massage experience

Before I start I must say that I’ve had a gf 3 years ago and just kissed each other and touched a little bit with our clothes on!

Now I’ve turned 18 and as gift I got a massage coupon and wanted to try it out. So I went to the massage center and turns out all the female masseuse were booked and once the coupon was redeemed it couldn’t be given back! So now I had no other choice but to settle with a male who was gay! As a masseuse…

He asked me to remove my clothes and lie down too me being shy af I kept my underwear on and lied down…

He came in he started massaging my legs and my back and it relaxed me sm! And all I could think was what if I had a female masseuse it would have been heaven!!! Soon later he asked me if I could remove my under wear as well so I lifted my ass up and he took my underwear down now I can feel my dick on the bed and his hand massaging my ass….tbh it felt really good. I couldn’t stop but think he was the only person except my family to ever see me naked!!

Adventures in Key West, Part 7 (femdom) (bdsm) (sm) (M43/F44)

The day was a complete whirlwind. Her driver came by and picked them up and then there were stops at the bank where they set up a joint account, a lunch date where they chatted like they were old friends, some shopping for some very sexy clothes, and now they were in front of a place called Southernmost Tattoo.

“I want to have you marked,” she purred as she lifted the bottom of his t-shirt and rubbed her hand on his waistline. “I have figured out the perfect symbol as a starter – you know, before I personally add my mark to your ass.”

She took out a picture of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics and showed it to him.

“It means ‘slave,’” she said as she placed her open hand right below his hip. “And this is where it’s going.”

They walked inside where she talked with a female tattoo artist. The two seemed to know each other pretty well. Finally, she motioned for him to leave the waiting area and join them. She explained to him they would be using the private room in the back.

Adventures in Key West, Part 6 (femdom) (bdsm) (sm) (M43/F44)

As his tongue alternated between flicking her clit and licking her all over, she stared down at him. There were so many nights she had thought about this, and she was about to make the most of it; but she also knew that this wasn’t about the short game, there was something much larger in play.

“My little slut knows really how to service a cunt, I’m impressed,” she purred as she pushed him away. “We have too much to do today to just sit around here and fuck.”

She stood up and motioned for him to follow her. As he stood up, she turned to him with a cold stare. He instinctively dropped to his knees and crawled behind her on all fours – she was impressed in her ability to already command him without saying a word.

“I had my friend go back to your room and grab some clothes last night, but there are a few other things we need to take care of first,” she said to him as they passed into her bedroom. “I know you, I know what makes you tick, and I know that I need to have you locked up at all times.”

Adventures in Key West, Part 5 (femdom) (bdsm) (sm) (M43/F44)

The floor did not make for a completely comfortable night sleep, although he did notice the temperature was near perfect. Perfect enough that he was able to get a few good hours in. All night his head had been filled with thoughts of what had just happened, as well as dreams of the future, and what it held. He couldn’t help but be amazed with how much his situation had changed in just a few hours. He also couldn’t help but think how amazed he was about the level of thought and detail that went into her planning to pull this off – it was truly impressive.
He opened his eyes to find a perfect food near his face on the floor. “Greet your Mistress,” was all she said, and instinctively, he knew exactly what to do. He gently kissed her soft foot, not missing a spot before slowly moving on to her ankle and up her leg. He flashed back to her sitting on a couch reprimanding him for moving too quickly when they were once together, so he made sure to take his time.
She looked down and saw exactly the effect that this morning routine was having on her new toy and, being in a somewhat playful mood, decided to play along.
“My pussy is dripping a bit, would you mind moving up a little higher and cleaning that up,” she knew exactly the range of emotions those words would stir up inside him. “C’mon, what are you waiting for?”
She knew that the opportunity to taste her juices was something at which he would normally jump, but she also knew the humiliation of last night would still be playing on his mind – she knew exactly how the mind of a submissive male worked. As his tongue slid up her inner thigh, his cock grew exponentially, and she took note.
“Ah, so being a little cleaning bitch turns you on,” she said the words as she reached forward and wrapped her hand around his swollen shaft. “It’s actually bigger than I remember. I guess we’ll have to see what a month in a cage does to it.”
She let go of her grip and leaned back, pushing her swollen clit towards her servant.

Adventures in Key West, Part 4 (femdom) (bdsm) (sm) (M43/F44)

He flashed back and recalled that discussion clearly. It all started around the discussion that she felt it was proper to brand her property with her mark. He froze with fear. When they discussed the contract, branding was a part of it.

“Wait, Megan,” he barely finished her name before he was met with another sharp slap.

“I know you’re not dumb Joe, so you’re very forgetful,” the way she used his name made it feel like more than just play. “It is Miss Megan. It is always Miss Megan, but for now, you’re done talking, you need to just listen.”

She forced a penis gag in his mouth and locked it behind his head. She couldn’t help but admire her work. There was a time, not too long ago, where this was never even a thought, but she was tired of sitting on the sidelines and watching life go by – she decided to take her biggest risk in more than 20 years, and right now, it felt like it was paying off.

“So the contract,” she started again. “If you can just sign here, we can get going.”

Adventures in Key West, Part 1 (Femdom) (bdsm) (sm) (M43/F44)

It wasn’t the first time he’d gone down this path, but this time felt different. It started as a way to play to his submissive tendencies online, but it had never gone this far.

It all started just a few weeks ago when he started logging back in to his Fetlife account. It had sat dormant for more than two years while he tried to tamp down all of his submissive desires during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Overnight, he went from seeing his Domme on a regular basis to that one-hour commute to the city being a journey that became impossible. Life truly got in the way for a long time, but recently, the path became remarkably clear.

In March, his divorce was finalized. It was better for both parties, and a long time coming, but all of the stress of the process had taken its toll on him. In his head, he was mentally ready to move on from the past 13 years. One month after the divorce, his luck seemed to be getting even better as the company he had joined only a year before was acquired by its top competitor triggering an automatic buyout of all of the shares he’d gotten when he signed on. It was made even better that due to the timing, none of that income could be part of his divorce settlement. For the first time in his life, he was left with absolutely no commitments to anyone, and enough of a financial cushion to just take a step back and relax.

I thought I was a huge brat but she humbled me [23M/22F] [fdom] [sm]

Some people have a certain look in their eye that spells all kinds of deviance. Alexis was one of those people. The first time our eyes locked, I knew it and she definitely knew it. She looked at me in a way that one could easily mistake for contempt; like she could’ve killed me there and then. She obviously didn’t want that… kinda. I’ll get to that.

I met her at a house party and we instantly hit it off. I won’t get into that because that story is as old as time itself, but I will say that she flirted differently to anyone else I’d ever met. She was far more degrading than I’d ever experienced. I never told her this – mind you, it’s safe to say she figured it out for herself – but I’m a switch, usually sub-leaning, but that night I was feeling more confident than usual, so I was definitely in a dominant mood. She was a perfect complement for that too: much shorter than me at about 5’2, and a thinly-veiled sluttiness bursted at the seams of her tight, wonderful curves. We’d both had a bit to drink, so that definitely helped. I gave her back just as hard as she gave to me, and we escalated until practically every single person at the party was just about sick of the sexual tension we reeked of. People looked at me with eyes that said: please just take her back and fuck her. That’s exactly what happened, except… not quite exactly.

A Father’s Struggle 52 – One Kiss (fiction, family, bond, m/f, con, torture, exhib, teasing, Spying)

Ever have that *AH HA* moment?

More specifically that *AH HA Gotcha* moment?

Well that was me as soon as I got into my office and logged into the video surveillance system. I navigated to the videos and there in multi colored goodness was my *evidence* as I nearly proclaimed *AH HA!!!! GOTCHA BITCHES!!!* as there staring me in the face was my *tags* in beautiful brightness.

There read:

Tag(s): 2a-2, 2a-3, 2b-0, 2b-1, 2b-2, 2b-3, 2b-4, 2c-1, 3b-0, 3b-1, 3b-2, 4

User(s): User 00, User 04, User 05

S.A.(s): SM-01-01; SM-02; SF-03; SF-04-00; SF-04-01; SF/M-07-00; SF/M-11-00; SF/M-12-00

Now *mind* you I hadn’t memorized all the *tags* nor specifically all the *S.A.s (Sexual Acts)* but there sure as hell wouldn’t be so many *tags* if something didn’t happen.

I looked at the *tags* and immediately thought *those lying little…* before I stopped myself and called my daughters any lewd names though the *thought* was there ready to finish itself.

I shook my head and thought *MAYBE* just *MAYBE* nothing actually happened but knew that something did happen.

And all I had to do was the watch the footage.

A Second Chance [M/F] [con] [sm]

The day after it went down, she refused to talk to me. I left work to the silent treatment; not even eye contact. I thought about it at work all day. I had made a huge mistake. I couldn’t help it. I had a fetish. I just didn’t know how to communicate it to her, so I just did it. It was wrong and I felt horrible. Honestly, I didn’t mean any harm. I felt like a freak and now, as I trudged home deep in thought, my marriage was over.

I walked into a house that felt empty. The lights were off and it was deathly silent. I signed audibly. Slowly I ascended the starts to change – heck maybe I’d need to pack. The door to our bedroom was closed. I didn’t realize it until I pushed it open, which was odd. There she sat on the edge of the bed. My Emma. She was dressed in a blue and white paisley print shirt. Her dirty blond hair was down, which was such a turn on for me. Emma was a petite woman. Everything about her was small and fragile. I suppose that was part of the allure, especially considering I towered over her. She looked at me with those big blue eyes and full lips. Emma’s cheek bones where high and angular like a swimsuit model. Seriously she said, “Let’s try again.”

Making you angry for fun! (M,F) (mild sm) (oral)

I was annoyed last night, you came home drunk and tried to get me to fuck at 2am. You were ‘out of it’ that you collapsed in bed next to me and snored so loudly that I moved to the spare room for the night.

Morning sex definitely wasn’t happening today so I got up and left you a note. “Your breakfast is in the dog”. Then I went for a long walk, knowing you would wake up without me and you would probably be pissed off.

I came home to find you had left for work and “childish cow ” was scribbled underneath my message. If you thought that was immature just wait, I whispered to myself.

I slipped your favourite football shirt on and took a selfie, naked from the waist down. I sent it to you, with the caption “I’m just going to clean the bathroom in this”

I was disappointed when you didn’t reply I was hoping to annoy you. That’s when I heard the front door slam!

I turned around to see you standing by the entrance, I knew I’d overstepped the mark. I could see by the look in your eyes that you were angry! “get that off” you demanded, pointing at your shirt