Pillory Party

[I did not write this, but found it on the internet decades ago. The original source has gone offline, so I’m reposting here.]

Pillory Party (Hetero sex, Interracial, Public sex, B/D, Gangbang, NC?)

My husband is a genius. He’s an electrical engineer, and he works on a large cruise-ship.

But let’s start with first thing first. Ever since we met, and this is also why we met, we have both been interested in bondage and exhibitionism. We’re not into any real SM-stuff, but we’re turned on by the immobilization that comes with light bondage, and we’re both somewhat exhibitionists in the sense that we like to have sex on more or less public places, not with an audience, but with the danger of getting an audience, so to say. This has brought us into numerous situations where we have almost been discovered, but we’ve never made any scandals or public disturbances like other people I have heard of.

My Dentist’s Special Chair [F][bd][bdsm][drunk][exh][Fsub][huml][mast][oral][reluc][sm]

I had fucked my dentist before. But the night he had me over to his place was something else.

He was handsome, late 30’s, well built, dark complexion. We had found common ground when I had my 3rd appointment with him and he asked about my tattoos and proceeded to show me his under his white coat, and it turned out we had quite a few things in common. I kind of had the hots for him, and the submissive aspect of being a dentist’s patient had already thrown some fantasies into my head, so when he asked me whether I’d like to have a drink with him sometime I immediately agreed, and it only took about 10 minutes after the first beer for us to be back in my car kissing and touching each other while I raced through the city back to my house. Then we fucked. And basically that happened a few times after that. We’d meet for drinks or dinner, and end up in the sheets before much food or drink was consumed. He was strong, and seeing as I’m rather petite he was throwing me around with some ease and I loved feeling like his toy. He was rather dominant, often pinning me down or stretching me out into challenging positions, pulling hair, slapping…I loved every minute. We’d often spend all night awake smoking weed and listening to music between fucking.

Getting paid to have rough sex with a guy I liked [FM]

Hey, so this is my first time posting something here. Please be nice I got some more or less great stories to share.

This story happened a little while ago, about 2 years back. I was 22 at the time, working my first real job where I met a guy whom I instantly felt a connection with. When I meet someone I usually know right away, if things could click or not. Since I had a boyfriend at that time it was never more than a little friendly flirting though.

He, let’s call him Pete, is about 180cm (6 foot) tall, sporty with a tendency to a six pack, short dark brown hair and a baby face. I am a little bit taller than 170cm (5.7 foot), skinny, long brown hair and a great butt.

MK Ultra [Str8, Bi, FFM, Drugs, NC, SM, BDSM]

Prologue

Inez made three staccato knocks on the door and waited. Dead silence. She stared down the empty hallway, hands idly tugging at the hem of her thin t-shirt. Some contractor had tried to mask the years of wear inside this anonymous high rise with a fresh coat of eggshell paint and the fumes were starting to make her nauseous. Inez puzzled over the generic modern art scattered through the hallway for a few languid minutes, then the front door cracked open and snapped her mind into the present. There was no sound of unlatching locks. James, scruffy and disheveled, leaned out into the hall. True to form he was decked out head to toe in Adidas.
“Athleisure suits you.” She said and flashed a grin.
“Come on in.” said James and returned a bemused smile. “The plants are in here.” He said as he turned around and motioned for her to follow.
“No how-are-you? No pleasantries?” she asked, feigning indignation. The question stopped James. In a heartbeat she caught an all-too-deliberate straightening of his posture. The instant he turned to face her something crystallized beneath Inez’s consciousness. Why did that little joke land like a jab? Was James acting strange? Did she tell anyone where she was going? Why was the apartment already empty? Is 6 months as coworkers enough to know a person? What are the odds? What are the signs? These were all the questions she learned to
ask and answer in a heartbeat.

I Need You [MF] [ds] [Mdom] [Fsub] [spank] [sm] [rough]

I need you here. I need your body pressed against mine, our legs coiled together. I need to stare into your eyes as I grab you by the hips and pull you in close to me. Watch your beautiful smile wash over your face as I firmly grab your butt with one hand, and run my fingers through the hair on the side of your head with the other. Let my fingers wonder through that beautiful head of hair, round to the back of your neck. Then pull your cute little face to mine. I want to feel your smile widen underneath my lips as we kiss, both of us grinning our heads off. I’ll gently grab the scruff of your neck to pull you in even closer, as you wrap your arms around me, trying to hold all of my body. Tickling and scratching my back as we kiss each other deeper and deeper. I need to feel our tongues roll around each other’s mouths. Exploring each other. Slowly pull away to watch you lean in even closer, whining at the thought of me stopping kissing you. Move my hand to your cute little cheeks and start stroking you, going in for a little kiss then pulling straight back away, smiling as I see you get pouty. I’ll grab your perfect little arse even harder, gently spanking it, as I lean back in and bite your lower lip. Keep grabbing and spanking your bum, making you squirm your little legs around mine. Then start kissing your little cheeks. Softly and slowly. Moving across your beautiful face to just below your ear. Edge my way down, kissing every little inch of you between your ear and jaw. Start kissing harder. Start on one side of your neck, and slowly move to the opposite. Leave love bites all across you delicate little neck, ear to ear. Then I’d roll you on to your back. Climb on top of you and smile down at you as I pin your arms to the bed with my hands. I’d start kissing you quicker now. Deeper. Harder. Over your shoulder, across your collar bones, right to the other side. Unpin your arms, put them behind the post in my headboard, and bind them there with my belt. Leaving you tied up and helpless. Then I can start having my fun with you.

My hippie stepmom (mf) (cougar) (step fantasy) (virgin)

I spent summers with my dad ever since the divorce when I was four. He got remarried when I was 10 to a complete hippie. She had flower hair bands, tie dye everything, loved the grateful dead, and any other hippie stereotype she hit the nail on the head. She was nice as could be so I could never say a mean word about her.

They lived on a horse ranch back in the woods on a large plot of land that had a crystal clear spring running through it. She was a completely unashamed, full fledged nudist and every time that they got back from riding horses, she would strip naked on the porch and go swim in the spring. This never meant much to me until I got to the age when my hormones really started racing. She was in her mid to late forties, salt and pepper straight hair that went to the middle of her back. She was a full figured Amazonian woman with large (dd if I had to guess) breasts. They sagged a little with light stretch marks, large round areolas with nipples about the size of eraser tips. Her bush was for lack of better term glorious. It was full, curly, black and gray, and never shaved or waxed a day in her life.

The Camgirl Part XVI: Bad Girls Get Spanked [exh] [light sm] [light fsub]

**XVI Blake**

*I should have gone with Liam’s suggestion.*

Only a few of her regular hi-tippers were on today, and part of a pretty empty room. Apparently people just didn’t feel like getting off to her today for some reason. It wasn’t the end of the world—it had happened more than a few times since Blake started camming—but it was still discouraging. An annoying side-effect was that it got both the kinkier and darker sides of Blake’s mind going at once. She could always do some elaborate cosplay, but that was time intensive, and taking time to do something like that defeated half the purpose of doing this over a normal job. Maybe she could have a show where she made some of the costume while naked? She knew some people got off to girls just doing normal things with little clothing. That was basically half the point of all those “gamer” girls that streamed. She could invest in a new toy or two—maybe some sort of fucking machine? She had always wanted to try one.

Then there was the option of actually being social enough to find another camgirl that was local to occasionally bring on her show. She barely even liked doing that with Chloe though.

“The Resistance” [Script offer, Hypnosis, Slavery, Caution, Interr, M-solo, Humil, Anal, Fdom, JOI, Bd, Ds, MF, Nc, Sm]

*This is a sequel to [“The Hive”](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/6ksskz/the_hive_any_gender_script_offer_hypnosis/), which Mistress Shibby was kind enough to do a [recording](https://old.reddit.com/r/ShibbySays/comments/75ixs7/f4a_the_hive_hypnosisbrainwashingslavedronehard/) of. Please let me know if you’re interested in commissioning work from me.*

 

Good evening, Subject 19. Welcome back to the Project. We’re a little short on time, so hurry up and get undressed. Tonight is going to be more than a simple scouting mission. You’ll be making contact with the local resistance. Risky, I know, but High Command has decided that you’re ready.

Are you naked? Good. Lie back and listen to my voice. I’ll count to ten and you’ll feel yourself floating.

One.

Two.

Three.

You feel the tension leaving your arms and legs.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Relaxation pours into you with every inward breath.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

You feel yourself floating, like you’re ever-so-slightly disconnected from your body. Very good. Now I want you to focus on the sound of my voice. Let it take you away, away from your life in this reality. Follow it to another world, one not so dissimilar from the world you know. But with an important difference.

The Inspection: Part 2 [D/s] [MDom/femsub] [SM] [Sens Dep] [Control] [No Sex] [HUML] [Costumes] Feedback Appreciated!

(The Inspection: Part 1 can be found here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c2gjnx/the_inspection_part_1_ds_mdomfemsub_sm_sens_dep/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c2gjnx/the_inspection_part_1_ds_mdomfemsub_sm_sens_dep/))

**The Inspection: Part 2**

*“Are you ready to be inspected?”*

The tiniest of sounds escaped her mouth. She wanted to say yes. She croaked a “yes” out loud and felt terrible. **Actually, I want to scream, Yes! Yes. Yes, yes! As loud as I can, yes! because the sound of your voice makes my skin crawl in such a delicious way. Crawl like my feet are stepping on broken glass. Crawl like I’m so interested in pushing the pain.** **Crawl like I need you and I need the things you want to do to me. Crawl – yes. Because I’m yours, you love me like this and I need you to…** She flexed her calves and pointed the toes on her right foot. The lack of vision had made all her other senses come alive. He stroked her hair, softly.

“What do you want?” – he whispered in her ear. ***I’m so into you, but I need you to say it. Please, please say it for me, liebling. I can’t do it without you, you know that. Don’t make me wait, don’t disappoint me.***

The Inspection: Part 1 [D/s] [MDom/femsub] [SM] [Sens Dep] [Control] [No Sex] Light [HUML] [Costumes] Feedback Appreciated!

***The Inspection: Part 1***

*She stood huddled under the ridiculously flimsy umbrella, gazing across the street at the hotel. An ordinary-looking hotel on an unprepossessing street, in an unremarkable quarter of one of France’s dingiest cities, and she couldn’t even summon up the courage to go in.*

*Running over the pedestrian crossing, the hotels’ glass doors sliding back and forwards with a soft whoosh as she dashed in, she shook off the rain and battled to close the stupid umbrella. Approaching the desk timidly, half wondering if somehow, there would be no reservation at all and she could perhaps just turn around and leave with no fuss, no drama, no test of bravado. But, there was. And a keycard. And a pleasantly-bored receptionist who motioned towards the lifts with her head whilst taking a copy of the ID.*

*Crossing the foyer, she walked towards the lifts and waited, running over phrases, expressions, things she wanted to say to him, in her mind. The lift was one of those with a giant mirror covering the back wall and she had to work hard to resist the temptation to primp and fuss with her appearance. A quick slick of lipstick sufficed. Her face looked pale and her skin was still slightly damp from the rain. Uncontrollable hair and a long, black woollen coat completed the look.*