Tag: Swingers

Caged in Matrimony Part 1 – [Bi] [MMMFFF] [cuck] [chastity] [Fdom] [voy]

[Becoming acquainted with chastity and learning to enjoy keeping my partner in his cage. Tell me what you think and what you did while reading. If there’s enough response, I’ll continue…]

The doors open to the chamber, the organ begins to play, and Emily steps inside, a shiver of nervous excitement running through her body. The small gathering of strangers, here to bear witness, turn to watch her as she enters the room and walks down the aisle. They are dressed formally for the occasion, and as is the custom, Emily is wearing far less; a thin white corset attached to thigh-high lace stockings and a pair of thong panties. In her hands, she holds a bouquet.

She reaches the front of the room, where her fiancé, Adam, stands waiting in his tuxedo. He eyes her with longing, his hands trembling. Behind him, his five groomsmen stand with their clothes removed, except for black leather collars around each of their necks. And because they are all married men, each one has his penis locked tight inside a chastity cage. Read more »

All For You [M][MF]

In the room lit by a single candle, we lie on our sides, facing each other, our hands moving lightly over each others’ bodies… touching here and there. I run my hand through your hair and gently cup your cheek to bring your beautiful face closer to mine. Your eyes half-close as our parted lips meet. I taste your sweet breath mingling with mine, and I want more. The kiss become more and more intense as we lose ourselves in the sensations of touch and taste and scent. I feel the slightly rough softness of your tongue against mine. I want that feeling to never end…

The kiss breaks and we look wide-eyed at each other. The loss of contact is too much. I bury my face in your hair and neck and you moan softly as I suck and bite on your smooth flesh. My arms hold you tight against me, hands cupping and squeezing your perfect ass, and you hold me even more tightly as your nails lightly scratch my back. Your scent and heat are almost overwhelming. Read more »

Trials in Pannonia: Amala’s Tale [MF] [Fantasy]

**Prelude**

The rain lashes against Caius’s exposed face, bitterly cold. His unit had been on the hunt for weeks and the weather had been against them the whole time. Rain, sleet, and snow to wear them down, but never a break to recover. They were close though he could feel it. The tracks were fresh and the guides from the village where unusually nervous. The celts were usually made of sterner stuff. Hard to believe some wolf had been giving them so much trouble.

A fortnight prior orders came down from the centurion that action was to be taken. For the past month the legion encampments along the southern Britannia coast had been harassed constantly. Some sort of beast was attacking nearly every night. Men sent out foraging would never return, sentries would vanish from their post, or worse be found torn limb from limb come morning. As one of the most elite decani in the Britannic legionary forces Caius was tasked with finding and killing the monster. Taking his eight men he set out into the pounding rain. Read more »

Trials in Pannonia: Amalas Tale [MF] [Fantasy]

**Prelude**

The rain lashes against Caius’s exposed face, bitterly cold. His unit had been on the hunt for weeks and the weather had been against them the whole time. Rain, sleet, and snow to wear them down, but never a break to recover. They were close though he could feel it. The tracks were fresh and the guides from the village where unusually nervous. The celts were usually made of sterner stuff. Hard to believe some wolf had been giving them so much trouble.

A fortnight prior orders came down from the centurion that action was to be taken. For the past month the legion encampments along the southern Britannia coast had been harassed constantly. Some sort of beast was attacking nearly every night. Men sent out foraging would never return, sentries would vanish from their post, or worse be found torn limb from limb come morning. As one of the most elite decani in the Britannic legionary forces Caius was tasked with finding and killing the monster. Taking his eight men he set out into the pounding rain. Read more »

[fff] Wild Roses pt. 20: Teachers [inc]

As dawn broke through the shutters, Autumn stirred awake, her head pounding from the night before. Looking over at her sister, she found her fast asleep, so she quietly slipped out of bed and into her tunic, before taking her leathers and steel downstairs to get dressed. After a quick breakfast on the bread and mushroom sauce left over from the night before, she headed out in front of the house to swing the brigand’s sword around, to get a feel for its weight and balance.

It was a fine enough sword, about as long as Spring’s fine steel, but a fair bit heavier and harder to swing. Nearly straight, it tapered only slightly until it came to the point, and a single deep fuller was carved into the metal along its length.

After half an hour she tired, and wrapped the blades back up the canvas she had been using to conceal them, placing the bundle neatly on the porch where she sat down to watch the sunrise. After a while, Summer came ambling out to join her, already in her tunic and leathers. Read more »

Trials in Pannonia: Amala’s Tale [MF] [Fantasy]

**Prelude**

The rain lashes against Caius’s exposed face, bitterly cold. His unit had been on the hunt for weeks and the weather had been against them the whole time. Rain, sleet, and snow to wear them down, but never a break to recover. They were close though he could feel it. The tracks were fresh and the guides from the village where unusually nervous. The celts were usually made of sterner stuff. Hard to believe some wolf had been giving them so much trouble.

A fortnight prior orders came down from the centurion that action was to be taken. For the past month the legion encampments along the southern Britannia coast had been harassed constantly. Some sort of beast was attacking nearly every night. Men sent out foraging would never return, sentries would vanish from their post, or worse be found torn limb from limb come morning. As one of the most elite decani in the Britannic legionary forces Caius was tasked with finding and killing the monster. Taking his eight men he set out into the pounding rain. Read more »

[Mf] Mary’s Education (ageplay, female masturbation, exhibitionism)

This was a few years back. DVDs were a thing but Google wasn’t really yet. People still went to libraries and my hair was a fair amount thicker and my waist thinner. I was in my late 20s. I’d graduated college, inherited full control of my trust fund, and in the grand tradition of the time gotten a place in the suburbs. The place I bought had a swimming pool in the backyard, which was sweet, although kind of a lot of work to keep clean.

I was working as a freelance writer for various periodicals. The work was varied and interesting but best of all it let me work from wherever. In theory, I could go traveling wherever I wanted and still work. In practice I mostly just worked from home.

The problem with not working from a worksite was not having any social life from work. I hit the bars, but I was never really that much for carousing so it didn’t really suit me. The neighborhood I lived in didn’t help. My neighbors were mostly middle aged couples with families. Read more »

My Time as a Maid [FF] [Bondage] [Part IV]

Anna found herself bent over again. Her heels did an exceptional job of propping her ass into the air, which gave Miss Crosby a large, centered target for the cane she held in one hand, tapping it into the palm of her other.

The hemp rope held her wrists together. Extended outward before her, and anchored itself taught and out of sight as the rope disappeared over the edge of the granite-topped kitchen island.

She had been bound for 15 minutes or so when the cane introduced itself to her skin, crashing down on Anna’s cheeks with a forceful blow. The sting was equally dispersed, erupting immediately from the whack. She cried out as the light tapping was alternated with hard slaps, which continued to paint red welts all over the thick ass of Miss Crosby’s maid.

She tried to move her ass, shake out the pain, but nothing worked. Anna had been spanked before by excited sex partners. With combs or open hands or the rare belt, but this wasn’t done as “rough sex”. There was a purpose here. To hurt her, and teach her a lesson. It was physical as much as it was emotional and mental, and poor Anna had to endure the punishment, the cascade of tears be damned. Read more »