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„Anna! What the fuck!?" I shouted as I threw off the sheets when I woke up, surprised by the tight feeling crushing my morning wood, and seeing the metal cage locked around my tool. "What is it, "Master"?" She hopped in through the door wearing nothing else than demon's horns, and a cute, yet mischievous smile. "That!" I pointed at the cage, "What the hell is that and why... And how did you put that on me?

The lock down is really starting to get to Master and I, sitting in day after day looking at the same four walls. Master sets himself up at this desk and plonks himself down with a heavy sigh. I make Master a cup of hot coffee and set it beside his laptop, I lean over and kiss him on the cheek. I turn away to head back out of his office, only to have Master grab my wrist stopping me dead in my tracks as that knowing look spreads across his face.

Lockdown was getting seriously frustrating and keeping me away from the love of my life. But we were doing as instructed by the government and keeping away from each other to protect our respective parents and just keeping to chatting and videoing when time and work allowed. However, time to ourselves has led to being able to plot and plan what was going to happen when we did get together and also enable the time to do a bit of DIY and by that I don't mean self-pleasure.

Cassia Kelly sat as her desk facing her collectors. "How many people are over due on their payment?" the striking blond asked. "2 couples," Marcus the lead collected answered. He kept his vice level, but hated answering to the bitch step daughter of his boss. His contempt did not go unnoticed. "You don't think I have the guts to take the appropriate measures do you?" The bone breaker chose to answer honestly.

A 1688 word short story about a game we played introducing one another to the wondrous joy of abject sexual submission. Lisa and Jamie were 19, Eva 20, George and Paul 21. *** We were born in turbulent times, and we grew up during the war that wasn't an "official" war in Vietnam, it dominated our childhood and the resulting economic downturn dominated our adolescence. We had just graduated from high school and rented a place together down the road near the Junior College in Llano.

Liz and her outlandish kink by Cassandra Lincoln copyright 2021 Premise: Liz contemplates the practice of nyotaimori, or body sushi * * * Part 1 "Did you ever watch that show Sex and the City?" Liz asked Jack one day. They were sitting on Jack's sofa sharing a platter of sushi and sashimi. The TV was on in front of them displaying a selection of movies on Netflix. Jack glared at Liz.

"I knew I left it around here somewhere!" I shouted to myself, desperately searching for my laptop. I huffed, angered I couldn't find my stupid laptop. I just got some great fucking inspiration for another bondage erotica story too. I searched my bed, my dresser, and my closet but it was nowhere to be found. I let out a loud groan of frustration, flopping backward into my bed. I shot back up when a realization popped into my head.

Holly Griffiths returned home to her apartment after a long day at University. There was only so many lectures and tutorials that one person could take for a day. Dropping her bags down once inside, Holly decided to have a shower and then relax with a bottle of wine. At 5'1" tall, the 26 year old English girl could best be described as diminutive. Holly had a fit, yet curvaceous figure with beautiful full 'c' cup breasts.

As Lucy sat in her office sipping her tea she mentally listed all the accounts which needed to be reviewed by the end of the week. She was brought back to reality by a knock on the door. "Come in," she said. In walked the slightly larger lady from the accounting department, who Lucy suspected was being a lesbian, after this lady, Paula, had brought her female 'friend' to the Christmas party last year.

I step back admiring my handing work. "That should do," I whisper. I dive in, kissing the inside of her thigh just above her knee. Her skin is tender and warm against my lips. I kiss the inside of the other thigh. She begins to move. I slowly run my tongue up the inside of her thigh. She is struggling now. The soft black velvet straps are doing their job. They become tighter the more she struggles.

"Isn't this an incredible place? I mean, look at all the people here. They're all hot." He turned and watched two women walk by, ogling them in the worst way, but in a way most guys seemed to think was somehow attractive or appealing to women. I sat my empty drink on the bar. "Excuse me," I said talking to the side of Steve's or Rob's or Leo's head. He had introduced himself but 10 seconds after he had said his name I couldn't remember it and never would.

I lay bound spread eagle on mistress Helen's bed totally immobilized and for the first time during the session I started to feel afraid. The moment my mistress had mentioned cbt I got very nervous and anxious because I didn't think I could handle it. I had never tried that activity before, and having it done to me while I was bound and helpless frankly scared the crap out of me!

I lay there immobilized on the bed and I looked up at mistress Sophie in fear as she tightened her hold on my nuts. I could feel my body shaking in fear and I wondered if I had made a mistake requesting a bdsm session. I suddenly remembered my safe word and I decided to use it. "Red!" I yelled. Sophie looked down at me and frowned. "Is that your safe word?

I looked up at my Ex-girlfriend in shock. I still couldn't believe she was here, and I couldn't believe she actually wanted to dominate me, even if it was out of revenge. She looked down at me with a smirk on her face and she tightened her grip on my balls which made me wince in pain and close my eyes I fear. "I should probably chop your balls right off,"

Mistress Sophie and mistress Becky were looking at my dick with fascination and lust. "Your Ex-boyfriend has a nice dick," Sophie said. Becky smiled at her. "He sure does," she replied. She grabbed my balls in her hand and lightly squeezed them for a few seconds then she let go of them. "I love squeezing his nuts," she said. "So do I Sophie replied but let me show you something I enjoy doing, even more,"

I usually feel the loneliest and neediest in the early morning hours. As I lie here with my hand between my legs, gently rubbing my wet, aching pussy, my mind wanders back to when I first got married. I married my husband at age 21, almost 30 years ago, and that's when I "went all the way" for the first time. I loved it, and I adored having sex with him!

I had always loved female domination porn, I watched it all the time as a teenager, and even now at the age of 24 I still watched female domination porn. I had loved that type of porn for as long as I could remember and I didn't know why. Women of authority had always turned me on like crazy, and it was so hard for me to fight my urges. My 23-year-old girlfriend Becky had found out about my love of female domination and she had not been very happy about it.

Sat at the end of the bar, just staring into space, you've been nursing the same drink now for 30 minutes, not that I've been watching you. Oh how I would love to be able to read your mind, to know have you once thought of me, are you thinking of me right now? From my seat in the corner I can see most of the bar without being spotted. I've seen the way everyone looks at you as they walk in or head towards the bar.

Slowly I open my eyes as you remove the blindfold, blinking, trying to adjust to the bright light and let my eyes focus to my surroundings. My mind is screaming, I'm still unable to comprehend how things have moved so quickly. Just a few hours ago I had sat quietly watching you in bar, now I am stood in your playroom, naked, hands bound and raised high above me, causing me to have to stand on tip toes.

Being in control of one's own orgasm is something that people tend to take for granted. Sure, you can't literally cumanytime you want, but it is close enough – all you really need is a little time alone and bam; gratification, bliss, and a slightly fuzzy feeling. As a man, I've certainly taken advantage of that and personally, I kinda had to. My libido has been higher than average since puberty and hasn't gone down since then; I'm talking a minimum of 4 orgasms a day for me to just feel like I can operate normally.

This robbery is going great, you think to yourself. The bank guard, an old man, never noticed the interaction with the teller. The teller fills the bags fast after you hand her the note. You quickly turn from the counter and make for the door. This is where bad luck sets in. You bump into a large man walking in the door, slowing your exit. The teller yells, "Stop her, she just robbed the bank!

She came across as being kind of wholesome or innocent. There was some truth to it. She'd had a few boyfriends before me, but was definitely the "relationship type" and had never had a one-night stand. She told me that she had never looked at dating as just "having fun," it was always to find someone compatible for a long-term relationship. She was in her late twenties and was ready to get married and have children if she met the right guy.

I rolled over, my hands reaching out and finding nothing. I had expected him to be in the bed. I lifted up slightly to hear the shower running. I dropped back down, a grin spreading across my face as I thought about the night before. It had been so hot. I could still feel his beard between my thighs. I felt myself get wet as I relived him using his beard on my clit.

"Ooh, that one's fading nicely," I think to myself, as I turn my neck to examine the last big bruise on my ass. Strangely, it had become a ritual of sorts: toweling off after a shower, and taking a few minutes standing in front of my full-length mirror to touch the marks Sir leaves on my willing body. I run my fingers over the bruise, shuddering in delight at the memory of begging Sir to let me cum while he flogged me mercilessly.

He leaned in to kiss her. "My beautiful doll," he said. She looked at him in anticipation at his words. "Do you want to be my doll?" he asked. "Yes, Sir," she responded. "This will be a difficult session," he informed her. "Are you sure?" "Yes, Sir." He led her to the bedroom where he had already laid everything out. On the bed were her collar, an arm binder, a ring gag, and a special outfit.

Inspired by missub_69. "Don't be coy with me," I snap. This makes you flush I notice, so I keep going, "just because you are submissive doesn't give you the right to be passive aggressive." Now you duck your pretty face because it's burning. "Tell me what you need or I leave you in here some more." "I need you to use me." "Louder, what was that?" I wrap the metal knob of my flogger on the cage.

At gangbangs you get to meet all different types of people. Some you make friends with, other blow and go and others show you cant judge a book by its cover. At ours gangbangs, this guy would always show up. This started two years ago and almost every two weeks, there was this guy, Nathan. Always well dressed in black. Always had the best aftershave. Always clean. Jordan liked him because he made an effort plus he had a decent thick weapon.

Donna and I have been married for about 15 years. She is now 40, 5'1", maybe 140lbs. She does have huge 36E cups boobs. Loves sex. Anyway, over the years we have had a great sex life. Little kink, little swinging, many things. Through it all we have a great relationship. Before we meet she had a really kinky life, she tells of trying just about everything once or twice. She does enjoy BDSM.

The bar that night was fairly empty. The music played softly in the background, drowning out the individual conversations. The patrons were spread out, some tucked into dark booths while others lounged in pairs on the soft chairs in the center of the room. I was sitting alone at the bar top, nursing a whiskey and water. Life had been weighing me down and I had hoped to escape with a drink and maybe take someone home.

Monthly parties were the norm. Four husband/dominant-wife/submissive couples were joined by a lezzie dom/sub couple, and sometimes by a male/sub, female/dom couple. But then sometimes the male/female couple switched. Well, they said they switched, but we never saw the male as a sub; maybe the supposed "switch" was to assuage his pride, since the other four males were doms. The party rotated houses and participants, of course. This time we hosted, gathering at 7:30.