His Surrender: Confession (straight to gay, dubcon)

For free on my blog: “[His Surrender: Confession](https://www.loubealysfetisherotica.com/2021/10/his-surrender-confession.html)” by Lou Bealy, commissioned by anonymous

“Silver fox Gene goes to confession to talk about his lack of self-control. Turns out, it looks the priest has a problem with self-control.”

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The Good Witch

Sam needed to clear his head. For weeks there was a looming and antagonising buildup of mental pressure. Persistent and unshaking. The woods. He needed to get away from it all.

Early that fine Friday morning Sam did just that. Alone, he just walked off. He’d taken an extra day off to make a long weekend. There were plenty of trails around his town. The only things with him were contained in a small back pack; snacks and water. He had finally set off.

Alone with his thoughts, naturally he daydreamed as he walked. About life, and well, everything. He drifted in thought to his next holiday and the things around the house he needed to fix. He lamented on previous relationships gone by. And that fuelled a few thoughts about sex and his more adventurous experiences with women. Taking in the sunshine, he stood and looked around the outcrop he’d come to. He felt as if he was king of the world – a small valley laid out below him. The trails, though never usually very busy, were exceptionally quiet this weekday. Horny from his kinky recollections, Sam took off his backpack, pulled his pants around his ankles and begun to masturbate. He’d done this a few times in nature as a teenager – there was just something so wrong, yet so right about being naked amongst the wilderness. Satisfying a primal taboo desire, Sam edged himself there on the rocky ledge overlooking the valley. A blissful minute later he shot his ejaculate, with surprising force, off the little cliff and into the shrubs below. Sated, and now weary of the boldness of his actions, he couldn’t shake the feeling he was watched.

Self Bondage Experience: A Dark and Stormy Night [F][Self-Bondage][Outdoors][Predicament][Exhibitionism][Masturbation]

[CW: Self-Bondage, Outdoors, Masturbation, Predicament, Exhibitionism, Dirt, Mud, Fear, Peril]

I was recently asked about interesting experiences I had with self-bondage, while I was talking about it a lot of memories came flooding back and thinking about them had me quite excited. So, I decided alongside my fantasies it would be fun to write these stories up for people to read. Well fun and just a little humiliating having everyone know what a naughty girl I was back then. Please keep in mind though that these are old memories, and I will be telling them with a little artistic licence. These are not guides, they are stories, and you should not try recreating any part of them.

It’s hard to pick one to start with but one of my more interesting experiences was pretty early when I was just getting into bondage and exploring so it seems a good place to start. I was around 18 or 19 at the time and still living with my parents, so not having my own space during the night I would sneak down to the bottom of the garden and play in the old shed. It was old but solid and most importantly big enough to have the space to play. It was rarely used outside of storing gardening tools.

My [25F] second adventure with a man [29M] I’d met on /r/RAOBJ, when we went all the way [MF]

After our first meet up, I was eager to see [my RAOBJ friend again](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pi43uu/my_25f_success_finding_a_redditor_29m_who_was/). He and I had enjoyed some very good chemistry, both chatting at the tea shop, between the sheets, and while we recovered from the orgasms we’d given each other.

I knew that I wanted to see him again while I was in town, but we were coming up on New Year’s weekend and I had a few commitments. As I evaluated my schedule, I saw that there was at least room to squeeze him in the morning of the holiday.

This time, I was pretty sure I wanted him to bury his cock in my pussy and fuck me stupid. While I was fairly sure he felt the same, I wasn’t sure how to communicate this in a light-hearted way in case I misread his cues. I also knew he’d been in a bit of a dry spell and wanted confirmation that he was ready for it to be over. Looking back, I probably didn’t have to do this, but I’m a huge over-thinker.

***What are you envisioning happening when I come over tomorrow?*** I texted.

*I want to fuck you,* he replied. *What do you think about that?*

Incubus P1 [MF][Set up][Tease]

I am what humans refer to as an incubus. That is not what we refer to ourselves as, but for the purposes of this it’s enough. It is true that I feed on sexual energy, but its a bit of a misconception that it’s only in the act of copulation that I can feed. I can sustain myself and my human form from physical contact with a human experiencing sexual pleasure without it being explicit. I would prefer if it did mind you, but it doesn’t need to. I would liken it to the difference between getting a meal of ramen instant noodles and a steak dinner. Both the job of satiating hunger, but one is a richer and more satisfying experience.

As I very rarely go hungry these days, I don’t have to squirrel myself away in some dark abandoned place to conserve energy to maintain my human form. I can now be a member of your society, living among you. I have found a vocation that allows me to feed, and provide a valuable service; a masseuse. Not everyone that comes to see me gets excited by my touch. Many enjoy the relaxation, or need to get the knots worked out of their bodies, but enough of my patrons do get turned on enough that I don’t go hungry often.

Husband’s Huge Mistake part 1 and intro . [FM] [Str8] [Fdom] (Fiction) (Fantasy)

I made some changes. Fiction and totally Femdom! This is part 1 and character intro. Parts 2-5 are on my blog in one post. I have the link posted on my profile page.

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I married husband hoping I could bring him under my control. We share common interests such as jogging, bicycling, working out and we both love culture and the arts. Husband is gorgeous with an awesome build. He is athletic and super sexy. He was always a spoiled pompous brat with a cocky attitude. I love sex with him I’ve never had sex as hot as I have with husband. He has had tendencies to go against my orders and tends to be a smart ass and a male chauvinist. I have always been into being in charge. So this made things tough in our relationship.

[MF] The time I [20m] worked at a haunted house and would regularly fuck my coworker [23F] on the job pt. 1

During a really interesting time in my life back when I was 20 I worked at a haunted house, but not just your run of the mill haunted house, I worked at a huge, middle of a major city haunted house – I was one of the actors and I would switch between straight jacket maniac and or terrifying possessed guy, it really was one of my favorite jobs. The back rooms of the haunted house deserved a reality show, we were all weird eclectic artists or creatives and HORNY as fuck – all we would do is talk about sex, customers who would walk through and brag about who we scared the fuck out of.
I really hit it off with one of my co-workers let’s call her Samara (for my horror fans, just seems appropriate for the time and context) Samara played the creepy woman wearing a nightgown much like the pseudonym I gave her. Samara was a short (maybe 5 foot) THICCC Latina, with full flips and big cascading curls – one night after a night of scaring we went to the bar with a bunch of co workers and Me and Samara were getting really flirty, we started talking about how hot it would be to fuck in full makeup and in the haunted house. The conversation went something like this –

[mF] Nude art model – caught lying

When I was 16 and got my drivers license I was desperate to get some money. I was too busy with school sports and homework to get a part time job but I knew I had to do something.

I stumbled on something that seemed almost too good to be true. There was a local art class at the University in town that was offering a couple hundred bucks for models. The only problem was, all models needed to be 18.

There was nothing I could do that would be as easy money as this, and I was desperate. So I sent an email and thought I could use my older brother’s ID to get through. The only problem was, I wouldn’t be able to register for a paycheque.

I sent an email, and they said that because I would be deemed an independent contractor, all money would be paid in cash at the completion of the class.

Halloween party and me and a [f]ew of my friends have the night of a lifetime. (Long but hopefully good read)

A couple years ago, I got an invitation to a Halloween party and I could bring as many female friends that I wanted to. The party was located in a multi-floor penthouse and I didn’t even know the owner of the place but I wanted a fun night out and I knew I’d have fun with all my friends. Of course it was a costume party and I didn’t get much notice so we all dressed in the sluttiest schoolgirl outfits we could find. Essentially we were wearing lingerie but I was sure every girl was going to dressed that way anyways so it was no big deal. There was really not much left to the imagination with all the lace we ended up wearing. I ended up wearing a lacey white top and a plaid skirt that was short enough that it had just enough fabric to cover up the fun places. My friends were thinking the same way and one friend were an outfit so tight that you could see her nipple piercings while the other friend wore a dress so short that you could see her ass when she bent over. I was mildly surprised she was even wearing a thong under there. Once we were ready, we went to the penthouse together.