Really Clean the Floor [FM] [Female Led Relationship, chaste male slave, chastity cage, supervised masturbation]

Summary: A man and a woman in a Female Led Relationship with an emphasis on male slavery. Woman decides he’s been a good slave and deserves a reward. But what is the cost? Will she make him a cuck?

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“When was the last time I unlocked that penis between your legs?” I asked my slave as I sat at the kitchen table casually diddling on my laptop, sipping on a glass of wine that he poured me.

We’d both just gotten home, and we were both still dressed from work. I was wearing a short black skirt, black blazer, a white blouse, and a nice pair of black heels. He was wearing his usual dress pants and a dress shirt.

“It’s been a while… At least three months,” he said.

I laughed and said with a cute, sarcastic tone, “No wonder you’ve been a little edgy. And you’ve been such an attentive slave…”

“And notice I made a point of not saying ‘your penis’. As long as that thing is locked in a cage, nicely secured in steel, held in place with the Prince Albert piercing… I hold the key, and it’s MY property. You just happen to carry it around.”

Bar Three [MF, FM]

We walk through the bar, to the banquet room at the back. The sign says “private event,” with no other description. They couldn’t, really. The regular bar patrons would stare or leave or complain. She looks at me, I nod, and she opens the door. There is a wall of curtains. They don’t want anyone casually looking in. We navigate around the curtains, and as we enter the big room, half the room turns to survey us, head to toe. We are the new meat.

Nine years in, but we both found our seven-year-itch. There are too many symptoms, some shallow, some deep. Emotional needs, evolving sexual desires, and even a bit of arrogance on both our parts, that maybe we each could have done better.

She had a lower sex drive years before, but turning forty had put her into overdrive. She lost weight, toned up her legs and ass and abs, and treated herself to “tasteful” implants. She chose a “full C,” quite a change from the barely there A-cups that I lamely call her A-pluses for almost a decade. She still has the mousy hair and eyeglasses, a librarian from the neck up, a porn-ready body from the neck down.

Back of the Bar [FM, MF]

We walk through the bar, to the banquet room at the back. The sign says “private event,” with no other description. They couldn’t, really. The regular bar patrons would stare or leave or complain. She looks at me, I nod, and she opens the door. There is a wall of curtains. They don’t want anyone casually looking in. We navigate around the curtains, and as we enter the big room, half the room turns to survey us, head to toe.We are the new meat.

Nine years in, but we both found our seven-year-itch. There are too many symptoms, some shallow, some deep. Emotional needs, evolving sexual desires, and even a bit of arrogance on both our parts, that maybe we each could have done better.

She had a lower sex drive years before, but turning forty had put her into overdrive. She lost weight, toned up her legs and ass and abs, and treated herself to “tasteful” implants. She chose a “full C,” quite a change from the barely there A-cups that I lamely call her A-pluses for almost a decade. She still has the mousy hair and eyeglasses, a librarian from the neck up, a porn-ready body from the neck down.

Shopping for short{hj, public}

Clothes shopping{hj, public}

I needed to pick up a few new work shirts so I ran over to my local chain department store this afternoon.

The store has two entrances that split the store in half, mens stuff on one side and women the other. I don’t think this is intentional, but does make it easier for me to get in and out as quickly as possible without having to walk through a useless (to me) part of the store.

Anyway, grabbed a handful of shirts (I’m not terribly choosy), but can’t find any price tags on any of the pants, so I head over to grab a pair of Levi’s.

I hate shopping for clothes, so I know ahead of time what I’m looking for. I find the 505 section, scan down, grab 36×30’s (exactly what I’m currently wearing) and make a bee line for the register before the line gets long, which seems to always be the case: no one in line when I arrive, everyone in line as I try to leave.

Luckily, however, I pass by the “sports” section and remember I need more work out gear (shorts mostly), so I veer to the right, into the racks of primarily mens clothes and pass by a woman shopping in this section.

Bad Ethics, Worse Blowjobs and a Happy Ending [MF]

Hey, it’s Mark*

You might know me from a previous story here. I’m back with a one-off story this time while I decide which larger story I’ll write about in the future. This one just felt perfect for Valentine’s Day. As per usual, all names and distinct features are altered to preserve anonymity. Also, dialogue did not actually take place in English, so I’m translating/paraphrasing.

**Story:**

So one lonely Saturday night (about a month ago actually), I was pretty damn bored and decided I’d just go out and hit the club. It’s something I seldom do despite actually really enjoying it because it can get pretty boring alone and as mentioned before I don’t really have friends. This also means that most of my club experience comes from going with a girlfriend and as a result I absolutely suck at getting women on the dance floor. I’m much better when they’re at the sidelines or sitting at the bar because I can actually talk to them there. But I also really just enjoy dancing and would claim to be quite good at it, so I often just do that alone in the crowd and if I’m lucky, I might meet the rare specimen that goes up to men on their own accord (this differs from country to country, my home is rather conservative).

[MMF] [MFMF] Sexy birthday present and my first time in a hot blonde pussy!

So, we are a fairly new couple in the LS, we’ve been togheter for 14 years and like everyone else here our relationship is going stronger and stronger! The trust, the connection, the excitement, the SEX!

All begins whith me wanting to explore my bi side! I wanted to know how it feels sucking a dick, being sucked by a dude, take it in the ass, all that shit! In 14 years i had never been with another person besides my SO, so I told her I wanted to try out with a guy and she was so supportive and fucking excited about the idea!

I start searching for a guy on tinder and other online dating apps and after many fails meeting old creepy dudes, I found the one!!! Let’s call him Rick!

A very good looking and sexy guy! He is more into girls like I am, but he enjoys male play like I do! He became my best friend and we get together several times a week! We share the sames ideas, the same clothes styles, the same music tastes… And the same plaisure for sex!

Quiet Guestroom Ride

We were staying in a guest bedroom, but we snuck out the back door to smoke a joint. Weed makes me horny and your stiff cock is so inviting. We try not to get any on the sheets. Maybe just one dip into the honey pot. But one dip is not enough. You’re pulling back your foreskin so I can feel every shapely curve of your rock hard head and veiny shaft… all I can hear is the gushing of my cum as you glide into my tight hole. You make the movements by firmly gripping my ass cheek and pulling me down, slamming my booty and wet outer lips into your pelvis, then gliding me back up your shaft again. I have your hand stuffed in my mouth as not to make a sound. The slippery wet noises are hot, and a little loud. You stop penetrating and just let me feel your throbs deep inside of me. You whisper that you want me to ride you reverse cowgirl but to transition without taking your cock out… I swing my leg around and slowly lean forward then rock my hips back again, sitting on your member. With your hard penis pegged deep in my hole, I sat proudly, knees spread apart, ass bouncing off you as I stroke your cock with the tight grip of my little wet pussy. You blew a thick load right onto my tongue and we drifted off to sleep…

[FM] Bf’s dad and me [secret]

So, my boyfriend usually is the one who posts to the page, but I did something he wasn’t part of just recently. I had sex with his father. For reference, I’m latina, and around 5’4″, skinny, athletic body, black hair, c-cups, a bubbly ass, and (so I’ve been told) super small pussy and asshole.

So, I have a real kinky fetish for parents and stuff. Not my own, but other people’s. I’ve never done anything up until this point, but I don’t regret it at all. What started my desire with his dad was one time, in the pool, huis shorts came off accidentally and exposed around half of his shaft and part of his balls. He was pretty big (I was thinking maybe bigger than my bf, possibly). We were staying at his parents’ house for the holidays and my boyfriend had gone to sleep already because he had been super busy all day and was exhausted. I was unbelievably horny all day, and it didn’t change then. I heard his dad out in the living room alone, as he did late at night usually. I was wearing a night shirt, which for me are usually pretty tight and show off my nipples. I was also wearing a neon blue G-string, which never cover anything.

[MF] [Cheating] Alumni Center

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Happy Birthday!! This post is a gift to the girl from the story, we’re both long time lurkers and this is my first post (feel free to share any feedback, writing isn’t my forte). Hope you enjoy reliving our memories as much as we do :)

We’d dated for a while and it was an exhilarating relationship. We were two college students with no space to ourselves, so hooking up in risky areas was a staple of ours. At the time of this story, we’d broken up a couple years earlier, both of us had been with other people afterwards. But we continued to be close friends and kept occasionally hooking up in spurts. At this point, she was wrapping up her last semester and had started dating a dude who lived out of town. It was her last week on campus and she invited me to a party one of the organizations was holding at the alumni center on campus. I showed up to pick her up and she was wearing a short black dress that hugged her body all the way down. The dress was barely long enough to cover her ass while she walked. I half-joked, half-suggested she wear it with no panties but she quickly shot that down reminding me her boyfriend was on his way in town and she was meeting him right after the party.

[mf] Sucky Vacation 13

I’m sorry these story updates have taken so long. If you haven’t read the whole thing, click on my username above “sucky_vacation” to catch up on the previous chapters. There should be two more chapters to wrap up the story and I expect it to run just over 60K words. This story and The Tutor have a special relationship, which is why I’ve written them together. Remind me never to write two novels at once again. ;-)

I hope you like them!

CottonNightie

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Chapter 13
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Jeff got up to go to the bathroom during the night. When he came back, Amy had rolled into his space on the crowded queen-sized bed they’d shared with Neal and Shelly. Their parents had obviously returned at some point because Uncle Bob ripped a muffled fart in the next room. Jeff chuckled silently as he padded softly to the other bed.

Lori sprawled there bonelessly, alone and wearing a long nightshirt, so he eased her over and joined her in the sheets. She made whiny objections to being moved but eventually rolled back to snuggle into his warm embrace with a sigh.