Because [h]er husband asked [m]e to.

Be warned. What follows involves a consensual SM scene that was negotiated in advance. Without this context, it would be downright abusive and wrong. Don’t try this at home without negotiation and safewords and enthusiastic consent.

It was early in October a few years ago. After feeling lonely and depressed for at least a month, I finally decided that what I needed was to get in touch with my friends. While getting out of the house and going to the local munches is difficult in my circumstances, chatting with everyone on Facebook whose status was “available” certainly helped my mood. Reconnections were made. It was nice.

What I really didn’t expect, was a message from one of our old fuck buddies the next day, the Dom in a couple we’ve known since before the iPhone. I’ll call him Azazel. Her wife’s name will be Succubus for the purposes of this story.

“You should go fuck my whore wife. Preferably hard, and in the ass.”

Well. Okay then!

A Brutal Punishment [MF] [sm]

Your husband comes home and the house is a mess. He had asked you to clean it up and this is not the first time that you have neglected your domestic duties. You can tell from the look in his eyes that he is livid, but he doesn’t say a word. Usually he sternly reprimands you when you fail to obey his orders, but now he calmly walks over to you.

Without warning, he raises his hand and slaps you hard across the face. So hard in fact that you nearly fall over and have to catch yourself on a chair. “Look at this house,” he says as he steps closer too you. He grabs you by the throat and presses you against the wall. “Why do I even keep you around” he asks rhetorically as his free hand comes crashing across your face again. The thought of a bruise crosses your mind for a split second before you feel his hand clench tighter around your neck. You can’t breathe and your mind races “what if this is it, what if he finally snapped, why did I waste all my time on Reddit instead of cleaning the house like he asked?” Your heart is pounding and fear overwhelms you as the oxygen is depleted from your lungs. Your vision begins to blur, but just as things start to go dark, he releases your neck and you fall to the floor. You cough and breathe heavily and try to regain your composure. You feel your panties soaked between your legs. You wonder if you’ve ever been this wet before. You rub your cheek and wonder if he’s ever slapped you that hard before. Did the intensity of pain and fear of death really turn you on that much, just how masochistic are you?

The things that I want [F][anal][bd][bdsm][blkmail][bst][buk][cuck][drugs][exh][Fdom][fist][Fsub][huml][mast][nc][oral][prost][reluc][voy][sm][public][freeuse]

I want to be fucked on a park bench.

I want to feel two fists inside me.

I want to be on a leash. I want the leash to clip to my clit piercing.

I want to get choked while I’m being fucked in the ass.

I want to be fucked to an emotional wreck.

I want to be made so wet it drips down my thighs walking around.

I want to feel cum drip down my thighs.

I want to be a 24/7 live-in sub.

I want to know how big of a buttplug I can take.

I want to have all 3 holes abused at the same time.

I want to feel your cum pumping down my throat.

I want to cum so hard it makes me pass out. Every day.

I want to be passed around so many guys I lose count.

I want to my ass gaped.

I want to be a sex-doll.

I want to blow you at the movies.

I want to masturbate over and over again until my body is limp.

Valerie [F] [BDSM] [exh] [mast] [sm]

[Note: The main character is based off of a real person I met at a kinkster munch once! However, everything in this story is OC and fictional, including the name. I’ve only written this so far, but I’d like to gauge interest before writing more. Let me know what you think!]

Valerie clutched her stomach as it gave a deep rumble. She sighed and looked up and around from her old, bulky laptop in vain, knowing she was once again out of ramen. She didn’t think she could stomach another bowl of the salty, squishy noodles anyway. Her body really needed something substantial, but her thin budget—recently raped from paying for the upcoming semester’s tuition and rent for her shitty couch space—considerably limited her options. She sank back into the frayed green couch and hoped the hunger pangs would subside.

About half of the time, they would go away if she could distract herself well enough, either by watching a movie or finding something interesting to research on the net. What always worked, however, was finding some other, stronger physical stimulation.

Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 4) [MF][Fsub][Mast][Oral][Handjob][Sex][Anal][Buk][Reluc][Exh][ENF][College][SciFi][AltReal]

**Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 4)**

The common room wasn’t busy, but there were still about a dozen other girls lounging on couches and chairs, all first years based on their pajamas and piping. None of them seemed shy that their nipples were visible, and in a few cases, their pussies, since some of them were sitting with a leg draped over a chair or couch.

“Is it always this…um…” Regina paused. “Informal?”

“You’re free to be naked down here if you want, though you’d probably get cold. I mean, we keep the temperature a bit warmer here on our side of the dorm, but seriously, my nips have been stiff for two days now.” Regina glanced at her roommate, seeing she wasn’t exaggerating, then, when she saw what was on the TV and went white.

“What the hell?” She hissed. “You’re watching porn?”

“Watch the archaic the swearing, dummy.” Kiera said, leaning in to whisper. “And no, that’s Grey’s Anatomy. Dr. McSomething-or-other…I don’t really follow the show…is just fucking one of the new interns. She’s got some nice tits, though.” Kiera offered.

“But they’re, like, actually fucking. Like, that guy’s a famous actor, and that’s his penis…actually penetrating that woman.”

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!