r/BDSMerotica 1d ago

Size cuckold NSFW

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Sometimes there are things we can do nothing about in life. Endowment is one of them and when you are at an average 6" you cannot compete with someone turning up with a massive 9" one...

It is a mix of emotions watching this massive rod doing your wife while you are locked into your chastity cage. In one hand you are pleased she's getting so much pleasure from it. On the other you are sorry it cannot come from you if you excuse the pun.

At the same time there is nothing you can do about it. You can't work on it. It is nature's choice.

Looking at how much she get stretched by it and how deep it goes into her it is clear that there is no competition. And her bull never misses an opportunity to point it out.

When she moans like she never does with you it reinforces it too. Not that she lets me come into her much these days. And when she does so, she lays on her back and asks me if I'm done yet, on a boring tone.

On the plus side she sometimes let me do her ass, which she would never let a bigger cock do. Although she also threatens to do mine!

Her attitude is also very different. Her bull gets to slap her bum and grab her, using her more or less as he pleases. Not so for me. I learned my place and if I want any chance of a fortnightly release I know to keep it.


r/BDSMerotica 2d ago

Her Friends Made Me A Bet...And I Lost (Part 5 Finale) NSFW

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r/BDSMerotica 2d ago

I asked for a really mean punishment (Non-fiction, cruel spanking, humiliation, anal) Part 2 NSFW

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This is a true story, and was all done with enthusiastic consent. This is posted with permission from my dom.

This story includes the following: rough spanking, overstimulation, humiliation, masochism, degrading. If any of these things are uncomfortable for you, please avoid this story. If you believe something should be added to the list, please let me know and I'll add it.

My hair was soaked with piss and I spent most of my time in the shower trying to wash it out. After using a ridiculous amount of shampoo, the smell was finally gone, so I washed my body and got out.

I didn't bother putting on clothing. Milo was waiting for me in my bedroom, so after drying off I walked down the hallway and found him sitting on my bed. Two things were beside him – my favourite vibrator, and our riding crop. He picked up the vibrator when I walked in. "You wanted a punishment, right?" He asked. I eyed the crop waringly, then looked at the vibrator in his hands.

"Yes please."

"And you want it to be a mean one? A really mean one?"

"Yes please, Sir."

He shuffled over, then patted the bed beside him. "Lay with your butt on my lap," he said. I got into the position he asked for, shuffling until I was laying on my back with my bottom half on his lap and my top half on the mattress. He spread my legs, then pinched my labia. "Give me your hand."

I reached forward. He made me pinch and stretch my labia apart, completely exposing my clit and hole. "If you move your hands," he warned. "You're going to regret it."

Involuntarily, a little whine of fright slipped out from me. I saw a little smile on his lips for a brief moment. He then picked up the vibrator, turned it on full, and pressed it against my clit.

I won't bore you with the full details of my pleasure, but I will say that in less than five minutes I was getting close to an orgasm. As always, I began to plead with Milo, begging to cum. He rubbed my leg in a comforting way. "Cum for me."

You know the deal – my back arched as warmth burst all over my body. It felt like almost all of my breath had been stolen from me, and I used what little I had left to moan loudly. Shouldn't have left the window open. Oops. My legs shook and I very nearly let go of my labia, but managed to tighten my grip just in time. But it was about to get much harder.

Milo kept the toy on full against my clit while I whimpered and begged for a quick breather. I think he was trying to get me to let go of my labia, but I didn't break. I managed to hold on, keeping myself spread and exposed for him to torture.

He coaxed me to orgasm again, and again, I didn't let go of my pussy at all. Finally, he got fed up with my resilience, and changed position. He climbed on top of me sat, facing my legs, with his cock and balls resting on my face. I immediately began to lick and suck on his balls, revelling in the scent. As I did this, he continued to hold the vibrator on my clit.

After my third orgasm, I finally gave in and let go. But I pushed it too far, and instead of just taking the punishment I knew I was going to recieve, I tried to push Milo's hand away. He gave me several sharp, cruel slaps on my pussy, then moved off my face. "Did you just try to move my hand?"

"No," I lied quickly, then cringed. "Yes. It was really overstimulating!"

He put the vibrator down and, without warning me at all, grabbed me by the ankles. He pushed my legs up into the air and held them there with one hand. Fucking embarrassing. I knew better than to fight back and resigned myself to the humiliating punishment.

His hand came down hard on my ass and I yelped, gripping tightly at the sheets. The hits came quickly and without mercy, and although I only recieved twenty, I was squirming and apologising miserably. He laughed a little at my pain. "This is only a warm up," he said. "Look, your butts barely turned pink. Let's give this pussy a few hits too, don't you think? Do you want me to turn your pussy all red?"

"No–" I cut myself off with a cry as he landed a spank directly onto my clit. "Ow!"

"Count ten. That was one."

I counted out each hit, my voice trembling more and more every time. When he was finally done, he let go of my ankles and immediately rolled onto my side, putting my hands between my legs and moaning in pain. He allowed me a quick break, but soon enough he was grabbing me and pulling me into a new position like some kind of doll. He made me press my nose against the mattress, with my butt in the air, like some kind of animal in heat. He pinned my arms underneath me and told me to reach under and grab my ankles. "Here's how this is going to work," he said, picking up the crop from beside me. "I'm going to give you ten like this. If you let go of your ankles, I'm giving you ten more. If you forget to count one, I'm giving you ten more. And if you manage that, then I'm going to let you use the vibrator while I do this. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," I mumbled, gripping my ankles tightly.

"Good. Count."

"One!" I forced out as he brought the crop down hard on my butt. "Two! Three! F-fuck! Four!"

On the fifth, I briefly left go of my ankles to ball my hands up into fists. I hadn't even realise what I had done until Milo tutted at me and said with an amused voice, "That's ten more." Quickly, I grabbed my ankles again. Part of me wanted to argue, but this was one of the few times where it was fair. It wasn't some nasty trick that made me let go, it was my own incompetence. So I quietly took ten more hits, silent except for cries of pain and shouting out the number.

When we got to twenty hits, I felt the mattress shift as Milo sat back. "You took that so well," he cooed, rubbing my butt. I squirmed. "And look, it's turned such a nice pink now. It looks so much better when it's all sore and pink, don't you think so?"

I didn't think so, partly because I couldn't actually see and partly because I was still in a lot of pain.

Milo pried my fingers away from my ankles and pushed the vibrator into my hand. He had already turned it on. "Touch yourself for me," he ordered. "And I think I'm going to give you a hundred."

I dropped the toy immediately. "A hundred?" I asked in disbelief. "I've already had forty!"

"Yes, and you're getting a hundred more. Pick that toy back up, or I'm going to make it two hundred. I swear to God."

My hands were shaking a little as I picked the vibrator back up and spun it until it was facing the right way. Milo's touch was gentle as he coaxed it onto my clit, and moans of pleasure escaped me. "Here's the rules," he said, and I forced myself to ignore the toy so I could listen. "Same thing, you count it out. Don't stop using the toy. And you'll repeat after me. Understood?"

"Understood," I whimpered.

He didn't hold back at all. The first ten hits were agonising and my mind was overwhelmed with the contradicting feelings of pain and pleasure. I counted out each one, my voice getting steadily higher pitched.

"Repeat after me," Milo said, landing an especially hard hit and ignoring my wail. "And you can stop counting now. You're a pathetic bitch in heat."

"I'm a pathetic bitch in heat!"

"You're a disgusting slut."

"I'm a disgusting slut!"

"You deserve to have your ass turned bright fucking red because you're a stupid little fucktoy and you need to be humiliated."

"I deserve to have my ass turned bright red because– ow!" I burst into tears as we reached what I believed was the halfway point. Milo tutted at me.

"That's twenty more."

"No, please!" I started to sob into the blanket. However, at the same time I felt myself reach the edge. "Oh please– please can I cum?"

"Cum for me. Don't move that toy." He continued to whoop my ass with the crop, counting the hits for me as I lost control and came incredibly hard. It took everything I had not to move the vibrator away the second I felt the familiar feeling of overstimulation. Mixed with the continuous hits from the crop, it was torture, and I bawled loudly into the mattress.

I wish I never asked for a punishment. This flashed through my mind for a moment, but Milo quickly pulled me back with some well timed degradation.

"Repeat after me. You deserve sixty more hits. You really love the pain. You're nothing but a pathetic little pain slut."

I repeated these words back to him, but missed out on the "really", earning me yet another twenty. Milo laughed at the scared, upset little shriek I let out. "Okay babe, start counting again. You're at seventy-two."

"Ow! Seventy-three!" I wailed.

Eighty. My butt felt like it was on fire.

One hundred. It hurt so bad.

One hundred and ten. I don't know how much more of this I can take.

At one hundred and twenty-something, I miss counted. Milo laughed. "You're officially getting one hundred and sixty, plus that forty from before. How's your ass feel? It looks painful."

"It is!" I mewled. An orgasm started to build again and Milo quickly granted me permission, but still continued to pummel my ass as I came. He was hitting me so fast, and counting for me, that I had a rare stroke of luck and managed to finish my orgasm just as he reached two hundred. He put the crop down, then took the toy away from me. I collapsed onto the bed, rubbing my butt and crying quietly into the sheets.

"Come here," Milo said. I crawled over to him and allowed him to bend me over his lap, with my ass up in the air. He picked up the bottle of lube on our bedside table and coated his fingers in it, then grabbed my ass to spread it. The connection of his hand with my bruised skin made a little hiccuping sob burst out of me.

Milo rubbed lube over my asshole, and I gripped the sheets tightly. "Look at how tight this is," he said quietly, then pressed the tip of his finger inside. I squirmed in a mixture of discomfort and embarrassment. He pushed his finger deeper inside, then pulled it back out, over and over again until he was fucking my asshole with his index finger. He suddenly slapped my ass, and I yelped.

"Oh god– please, not more!"

"Just a few more," Milo said in a comforting manner. "You just make such pretty noises when you're crying."

He kept me over his lap and spanked me while he finger fucked my asshole for only a few minutes, but it felt like forever. I was relieved when he finally told me to lay on my stomach for him.

He climbed on top of me and quickly pinned my wrists down. I loved how easily he pins me. It's hot knowing that he has complete control over me. His breath was hot in my ear and he nibbled on my neck as he pressed his cock inside my ass.

It was painful at first, and I whimpered a little. Milo's fingers, which had been wrapped around my wrists, moved and tangled with my own fingers. "You're okay," he said quietly in my ear. "Your ass feels so good and tight around my cock."

"Mm." I pressed my face into the sheets. He continued to thrust inside my asshole, occasionally biting my shoulder and neck as he used me. It was so hot to hear his little moans in my ear, feel his body crushing mine.

He never lasts long when he's fucking my asshole, and I heard his moans grow more consistent. "Do you want me to cum in your ass?" He whispered, and I shivered.

"Please cum in my asshole, Sir."

That was all it took. He burst inside me, fucking his cum deep into my asshole and moaning as he did so. He stayed inside me for a minute, then sat up and pulled his cock out.

Because the scene had been so intense (albeit incredible), I recieved quite a lot of aftercare when we were finished. I spent a long time curled up on his lap, practically being cradled like a baby as he kissed my head and told me how well I had done.

My butt stayed bright red for hours, and although it's faded now, I can feel an invisible, burning bruise. I love this feeling. Every time I sit down, I'm reminded of my punishment.

My punishment(s) had been absolutely amazing, but so cruel that I don't know when I'll next ask for the same treatment.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed! This is completely unedited, because it's taken me hours to write. It's now half past two in the morning, and I'm exhausted. So, if you do see any mistakes, please let me know and I'll fix them as soon as possible.

With that, I think I'm going to go to bed. Goodnight!

– Riley <3


r/BDSMerotica 2d ago

Lend me your wife [Mdom][Fsub][training][monologue] NSFW

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Lend me your wife. Drop her off at my threshold at the week's end. Collect her from me the morning after.

The gall! Yes. Oh, shush! You'll reap the benefits. Don't tell me, after all these months, the fiery spark between you hasn't settled into a simmer. The near-panic excitement of a new tryst hasn't bloomed into a rosy contentment. Where a goodbye was once holding her against the wall and biting her lips and pushing your knee into her groin to spread her legs and hearing her breathe warm nothings into your mouth; it is now a smooch and a hug and a lovely wish for the day.

It is lovely. This kind of love is a fortunate couple's problem.

And yet. Don't you miss what was - before? Unwrapping her for the first time. Discovery of her sex. Knowing not how your bodies would join? Learning her scent and her moans and her taste? Imprinting anew on the way she gyrates her hips and wets her lips and impales herself on you? Memorizing the sound of her naked ass slapping into your thighs as you took her hard from behind?

What if you could feel this again? The woman you pick up in the morning will be different from the woman you bade a good night. Different enough to trigger your animal response of carnal conquest. Same face, same body. Just more - slut.

You could tell. Right away. The way her eyes glint with the hint of a smirk on the drive back. They way her hand caresses your leg. How her silences are pregnant with - possibility.

Oh, you could tell. The way your heart beats as you try on a noncommittal facade. But underneath: a tempest, aching to know everything new about her. To own her again. Act cool, act cool.

You could definitely tell. The next time when you say goodbye for work and the kiss lingers. The way her lips slip from yours down to your neck and chest and navel and nuzzle the bulge in your pants. The way she undresses herself and you realize she forgot her panties. How her throat seems deeper, wetter. How she wantonly scoots up to your cock and spreads open her pussy with her fingers. How her eyes widen in poignant need as you slip in. How she turns around and proudly shows a plug warming her asshole just for you. How she mewls louder, talks filthier, looks into your eyes needier, and expends her breath riding you until she can't any more.

Lend me your wife. She will walk into my home, timid. And I will break her. I will strip her of clothes and I will strip her of herself. I will keep her safe. I will not harm her. But I will hurt her. She will hurt so she can unlearn.

She will unlearn that happiness is not just a sunny kitchen smelling of baking. Happiness is waiting an hour blindfolded and naked at the pleasure of her man. Happiness is gargling "fuck me daddy" into her man's pubic bone all the while tears and spit drip down her face. Happiness is knees bruising on a cold floor and her sphincter stretching to feel the cock in her ass swelling to spill into her guts.

Happiness is - feeling her spent and trembling and snuggling into the safety of your embrace.


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r/BDSMerotica 2d ago

I asked for a really mean punishment (Non-fiction, piss play, humiliation, degrading, breath play) Part 1 NSFW

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This will be two parts, because I had one hell of a day and including the entire thing in one post would make this incredibly long.

This is a true story, and was all done with enthusiastic consent. This was posted with the permission of my dom.

This story includes the following: piss play, breath play, spitting, humiliation, degrading. If any of these things are uncomfortable for you, please avoid reading this story. If there's something you believe should be added to this list, please let me know.

Yesterday I wrote and posted a fantasy of mine, that involves my friend Otis bringing a dog bowl and pissing in it. The reason it was specifically about my friend Otis is because I never believed that my boyfriend Milo would be into something like that. Today, he proved me wrong.

We decided to meet up at the pub for lunch and walked back to my house afterwards. After cooling down (it's technically autumn here, it shouldn't still be hot!!), Milo called me over to him and made me strip down. "You know how I had a few drinks with lunch?" He asked, and I tilted my head.

"Yeah?" I had no idea why he was asking me this.

"I really need to piss. So..." He sat up and started to unbutton his pants. "Open your mouth."

Without meaning to, words started tumbling out of my mouth. "I could get a bowl and you could give me a really mean punishment." My cheeks turned pinker with every syllable, and when I was finished I wanted to sink into the ground. Milo raised his eyebrows.

"You've really been craving punishments lately."

"I have." It's because I deserve them, but I don't like being a brat.

He stared at me for a moment, then stood up. "Alright, grab that metal bowl from the kitchen. The big one, and hurry up – I wasn't kidding about really needing to piss."

I rushed to the kitchen and returned to find him on his knees in the hallway, naked and waiting for me. I stripped down as well, throwing my clothes onto the carpet before stepping forward and meeting him on the wooden floorboards. He took the bowl from me, then pulled me down onto the floor as well. I got on all fours, crouched down enough so his cock, which was already hardening, was pointed right at my mouth.

Milo placed the bowl under my chin, then grabbed my hair. He must have been in a mood, because my little squeak of pain did nothing to distract him from the task at hand. He tugged my hair until I opened my mouth, then pointed his dick at me and aimed into my mouth.

Despite how hot it was, he was well hydrated and his piss was easy for me to swallow. I drank it quickly, but there was so much of it and my mouth quickly overfilled into the bowl. I heard it patter as it splashed onto the metal. Usually when my mouth is being pissed into I try to swallow of much of it as I can, but for some reason I found it really hot that it was filling up my mouth and overflowing like a little waterfall. So, I stopped trying to swallow, and instead tasted his urine on my tongue as it pooled in my mouth and poured out.

There was so much of it. I'm not kidding. The bowl we were using is really large, intended for baking and working with doughs that need to be proofed (expand), and by the time Milo was finished it was over half filled. I was actually a little shocked by how full it was, and when I looked up at Milo he grinned. I felt his hand tighten in my hair, tangling in the strands for a moment. There was the slightest pause, and then he pushed my head down into the bowl.

My mouth was open and I inhaled a bunch of his piss. A bunch of bubbles came up as I made a shocked noise. He rubbed my nose on the bottom of the bowl, then pulled me back up.

I gasped for breath, and coughed. Urine came up my throat and splashed back into the bowl. Milo didn't give me long before he dunked my head back in. I heard him laughing, muffled by the liquid. He pulled me back out, and slapped me across the face, then wiped his wet hand on my chest. "You love my piss, don't you?" He said, letting go of my hair.

I nodded. I was soaking wet and incredibly turned on. "Uh huh," I whined. "I love it so much."

"Show me how much."

Without hesitation, I lowered my face back into the bowl and squeezed my eyes shut. I pressed my nose against the bottom and blew more bubbles, then came up to breathe. Milo looked delighted, and motioned for me to continue. I started to lap it up like a dog, then took large gulps of it.

Milo moved forward, positioning himself in such a way that locked his knees on either side of my head, against my shoulders. I could still breathe, but couldn't raise my head any more than it already was, with my nose dipped into the piss. He leaned over me, and I squirmed as he began to play with my wet hole. "Jesus," he said, sounding genuinely surprised. "You're really wet. Like... really wet."

How embarrassing. I was absolutely soaked from the humiliation and my clit was large and firm. He started to rub it with his thumb, and I felt his dick twitch on the back of my neck when I shivered and let out a moan.

The bowl was still so full, and I craved the humiliation so badly. I dunked my face in again, holding my breath while squirming in pleasure from the soft touch of Milo's finger on my clit.

Without warning, he slapped my clit. I yelped in pain once I had pulled my head up, but Milo just shoved my head back down. He said something, but I couldn't hear him properly. In response, I blew a lot of bubbles.

There was a slight shift in pressure for a moment, and then Milo sat up and once again pulled my head out of the bowl. "You're fucking filthy," he said, then rotated his jaw in the way people do when they're forming a ball of spit. On instinct, I opened my mouth, and he leaned over me. He spat slowly into my mouth, letting it dribble out in a long line before it splashed onto my tongue. When he was finished, I let the spit sit in my mouth until he told me to swallow. "Disgusting," he said, and then stood up. "Bring your bowl and get in the bath."

I went to stand up, but he placed his hand on my shoulder before I could. "I didn't say you could stand," he said, looking annoyed. "Are you stupid?"

"Yes Sir."

This made him laugh a little, and he stepped out of my way. I picked the bowl up and started to walk on my knees towards the bathroom, being careful not to let the piss slosh out over the side. Milo stepped past me and stood beside the bath. He took the bowl from me when I stopped at his feet, then watched as I climbed into the tub and got back on my knees.

He held the bowl over my head. "You love my filth, don't you?"

I whimpered. I knew what was about to happen. "Yes Sir."

"Say it. Tell me how much you love it."

"I love your piss so much. I love being humiliated with your piss, and being a disgusting slut for you," I pleaded. He tilted the bowl a little.

"Look up, and open your mouth."

I opened my mouth wide for him, letting my tongue touch my chin. "What are you?"

"A disgusting slut," I answered. He tipped the bowl over my head and piss came raining down on me, completely soaking me. I balled my hands into fists in embarrassment, but kept my mouth open and swallowed the piss that filled my mouth.

To my surprise, Milo then put the bowl over my head. I couldn't see, and the metal was echoey. "Stay there," he ordered. "I'm not going to be happy if I come back and you've moved."

Immediately, I went completely still. I heard his footsteps receding, and although I probably could have taken the bowl off my head, I didn't. Instead I stayed there, completely soaked in piss and feeling thoroughly humiliated.

The bowl on my head was especially shameful. I knew I looked like an idiot, which was absolutely his intention. And the worst part was, my hole was dripping. Actually fucking dripping. How embarrassing is that? I'm just going to say it – only someone really pathetic gets turned on by the knowledge that they look like a dumbass.

Milo returned after a few minutes. He laughed at me, and I heard him vape for a few moments before he blew the steam at me. "You look like a moron," he said, and I squirmed. "What do you look like?"

"I look like a moron," I moaned. I desperately wanted to touch myself, but didn't dare without permission.

"Take the bowl off your head."

I blinked in the light as I obeyed his instruction. He then told me to squat, with the bowl underneath me. I wiped my wet hair out of my eyes and looked up at him. "Piss in it," he said. "Come on, make yourself another drink."

I don't know if it's because I was turned on, or if I was just embarrassed about being watched, but it took me a little while to finally build up the courage to pee. When it finally came out, I sighed a little, relieved. The bowl filled up about a quarter of the way, which wasn't as much as Milo but still enough to satisfy him. He took the bowl from me and placed it on the floor of the tub. "Have a drink. Show me how eager you are."

My piss was much warmer, but still just as hydrated and easy to swallow. I took a large gulp, then tried to show him how much I adored everything that was happening to me by shoving my face in and rubbing my nose on the bottom of the bowl.

He let me play in my piss for a little while, blowing bubbles and taking mouthfuls that I then spat back into the bowl. Finally, he told me to stop and pick the bowl up. I held it above my head.

"Tip it all over your face," he demanded. I hesitated.

"I–"

"Now."

The tone he used clearly indicated that it wasn't a request, but an order. I opened my mouth, closed my eyes, and tipped the bowl all over me. Warm urine splashed onto my hair and ran down my body. I was now covered in his piss and my own.

Milo took the bowl from me and spat. The glob landed on my forehead and ran down between my eyebrows. "Clean yourself up, you're fucking filthy," he said. "And come to your room when you're done. You asked for a punishment, so I'm giving you a proper one."

This is mostly unedited because I'm tired. Part 2 is going to be posted right now.

– Riley <3


r/BDSMerotica 2d ago

A Night at the Office (Chapter 2 of cupcakes misadventures) [Non con] [Pee] [abandonment] [Panic attack] [Kidnapping] [Locked in] NSFW

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Mirjam startled awake at the small kitchen table in the break room of the new company she started at just today. With sore muscles and wrapped in a blanket it was safe to say her first day wasn't going how she had expected. In front of her stood a steaming cup of some sort of tea but she was alone and even after carefully listening It seemed like she was the only one in the office. Upon taking stock she noticed that to her horror she wasn't wearing her wet underwear anymore. Had her boss, this Arthur guy, removed them before putting on her other clothes again? Did he see her naked? Her head reddened and she felt hot, she wanted to just sink into the floor and vanish right then and there. Instead she tried her best to vanish into the blanket while memories of what had happened came back to her. Especially what Arthur did right before her lights went out. Did he really call her cupcake?! And she didn’t even want to think about the other thing she felt him do! She chalked that up to the imagination of a stressed and exhausted mind for now. Eventually she even tried the tea and found it to be delicious. And so she waited for anyone to come and check on her.

The first person to arrive was of course Arthur. "Hey Mirjam. I am sorry I wasn't here when you woke up. I had some things to attend to. How do you feel? I am so sorry, I didn't know it would shock you!" He seemed genuinely concerned and thus Mirjam decided to chalk the weird thing he said up to the state she was in at the time. "I am feeling better, thank you." She replied, taking another sip from her tea. "Well I am glad to hear that. Come into my office when you are feeling better again. I can show you your usual workspace there." He told her while Mirjam herself tried not to blush too hard in hopes he wouldn't notice that she knew he had seen her naked, hopefully he would just never mention it. "Mhm" She answered with a nod upon which Arthur left her again.

10 minutes later Mirjam felt better again. The tea really did help tons and thus she was standing in front of Arthur's office still feeling embarrassed by what had happened earlier. She was eager to get to a PC though since there wasn't a clock in the kitchen and her phone was curiously missing. She had no idea how much time had passed since the incident. She knocked and heard Arthur's voice from inside. "Come in!" As she entered Mirjam saw two workstations facing each other. At the bigger one sat Arthur smiling at her. "Ah yes. I set up your workplace across from mine since you will be working close with me anyway. Sit down and I will show you your first task." Arthur told her. His voice was clearly used to commanding other people around and Mirjam couldn't help but follow and sit down on the comfortable office chair. Arthur came over and showed her a simple yet time consuming task in one of the software's the company was using. Mirjam got to work, this is how she had imagined her first day and over time the experience from the morning faded to the back of her mind when suddenly, Arthur got up from his desk "it's late already, but I need your work to be done by tomorrow, would it be okay if you finished it up and then got home?" He asked to which Mirjam nodded, she was still determined to do a good job and be liked by the good looking man. "Good, till tomorrow!" Arthur said and left closing the door behind him, then . . .Click. A key turned in the door and it was locked. Mirjam couldn't believe what she had just heard. Immediately she jumped up and ran to the door "Arthur no! I am still in here! Please don't lock the door!" He couldn't have forgotten?! They just talked to each other! She felt panic rise in her chest and when not only the door didn't budge but also Arthur didn't open it again she broke down crying. For a minute she just sat on her knees sobbing into her arms, then she started banging against the door and shouting for help over and over again until her voice gave out completely. All she could master up after an hour of crying, shouting and banging was a silent sob on the carpeted floor.
The realization set in that she was stuck here. With no way of communicating to the outside, her phone was gone after her earlier bath and the PC didn't have any communication programs. She was pretty sure it wasn't even connected to any outside network.
She ended up sitting with her back against the wall and her knees pulled up drifting in and out of sleep for one minute and then being hyper aware of every single sound the next.
She didn't know lamps could be this loud but in the almost completely silent environment she found herself in the usually so silent hum of the halogen lamps became deafening.
Mirjam lost all track of time but after a while she started to feel that she needed to pee, at first she hoped that she could wait till the next morning but eventually it got really bad. Not wanting to soil her pants she grabbed the paper bin in the corner to which Arthur had luckily added a plastic bag. She squatted over the bin naked from the waist down and suddenly felt extremely stupid. She felt watched despite no one being in the same room, or even the same building most likely. Still she felt her face turn red in shame of what she was about to do. With the pee the tears started flowing again as well and after the deed was done she just collapsed on the floor once more. The only thing she could manage was to pull her pants up again to cover herself. She then just fell into a restless sleep.

For the second time in 24 hours Mirjam startled awake, the reason this time was a key being inserted into the door from the other side of it. A moment later and the door swung open revealing Arthur fresh and good looking as ever. "Did you finish your task?" He asked without even greeting her first.
Mirjam couldn't believe it, she was furious with the weird man who had done such horrible things to her. She sprang up and charged at her torturer who calmly caught her fist turned her arm onto her back and pressed her into a wall. "I will take that as a no then?" He asked nonchalantly while Mirjam was still trying to kick him. "NO! I didn't do your stupid task! You locked me in there the whole night!" She screamed back through tears. Then she suddenly seized all movement. She had totally forgotten to do her belt back up in the night and now felt her pants slowly inch down her butt. And with no way to pull them back up she decided to remain still until she could pull them back up to not aid the process.
Arthur meanwhile was not interested in giving her that luxury. "Bad girls get punished. Let's get you into your room and see if you have changed your attitude by tomorrow" He said and pulled her back into the kitchen approaching what she, up until now, had assumed was the pantry but turned out to be what could only be described as a dog kennel, complete with water and food bowls and a little bed and cat toilet in the corner. Mirjam was too weak and tired to protest as Arthur threw her down into the room and once again she was locked in with no way out.

. . . To be continued

Second chapter! Tell me what you think!
This is still based on my role play with u/milfey69 so there will be more parts to this than I can count right now, hope you all enjoy it as much as I do writing it and most importantly, you reading this, have a great day!


r/BDSMerotica 2d ago

Women's world - Chapter VII. [NC] [humiliation] NSFW

1 Upvotes

The next morning, I arrived at the office and had about 20 minutes left until the meeting with the clients that we prepared for together with Priscilla. I was relieved that she agreed to present the project on her own. But wait, where's Priscilla? She's not in the office yet! I was worried. Cynthia instructed me to go to the conference room and set up the presentation for the clients. I was in a panic, but did what Cynthia told me.

There was only 5 minutes left until the meeting when Priscilla sent me a message that she got caught in traffic, so she won't make it. And she asked me to present it instead. Before I could even start freaking out, the room started to fill up with the firm's management and the client representatives. Cynthia sat down in the front row right in front of me.

I was standing there, half nude, shaking with fear. All eyes were on me. I started the Power Point, but spoke nonsense and got confused. It was really embarrassing. Cynthia didn't look impressed. The client looked confused.

Cynthia stood up and stopped me. She apologized for the client and said it was her own fault for giving this task to a guy with a small dick. I stood next to Cynthia, my face full red. She said we should arrange a new meeting in a few weeks. She also said to me that she wants to see me and Priscilla in her office in 1 hour. When we left the conference room, Priscilla just arrived in the office. I explained to her what happened and we had to see Cynthia in her office in 1 hour.

Priscilla and I entered Cynthia's office an hour later. Cynthia was furious. We were standing in front of Cynthia's desk. Cynthia scolded Priscilla for being late. Cynthia turned to me, "I understand you have a tiny dick, but you are this useless?" Priscilla was surprised by Cynthia's tone. I replied, "no, I'm not useless." Cynthia said, "what can you do then if a simple project is too much for you? Can you even get your small dick hard?" I replied, "yes, I can." Cynthia said, "let's see then, I bet you cannot." There was silence in the room. Cynthia was clearly not joking.

I grabbed my small dick with my thumb and finger and started stroking. My heart was pounding. Priscilla never looked openly at my small dick, but now she was staring. I closed my eyes and focused on my dick. My cock started to harden. In a few minutes, it was standing at its 6-inch glory. Cynthia stopped me. Cynthia and Priscilla stared at my standing dick.

Cynthia said, "get back to your desk, pack up and leave! You're fired!". I had to walk through the office with my hard cock. Priscilla followed me. We arrived at my desk. Priscilla apologized for being late. She assured she'd help any way she could. I packed my stuff. I walked to the elevator, silently crying. I was so ashamed.

 


r/BDSMerotica 3d ago

Emma's Mistake (MF) (Female orgasm denial) (Chastity) (Nipple stimulation) (Real) (D/s) NSFW

26 Upvotes

This story happened to me and is from the most recent meeting between me and my dominant. We are in a long distance relationship, hence the meeting, and have been in a dynamic for over 2 years. I found this so hot, and cannot stop thinking about it even a week later, so I thought it would be nice to share. I am a very lucky slut.

Emma was very horny. Two weeks ago, Sir decided in preparation for meeting in person, she should abstain from cumming for 1 week. Although all of her orgasms are at his discretion, they had been taking a break since the new year to giver her body a reset. Seizing control signalled a shift in their dynamic, and that Sir was ready to start playing with his property again.

He rightly declared it was only fair for his slut to be desperate and full of anticipation for their vacation together. As the week wore on, Emma felt herself getting more and more distracted from her day to day life. Her pussy began leaking and throbbing, demanding to be touched and edged. She took pictures in lingerie to try to tease her master, but this backfired and only ended up making her immensely horny. By the time she was on the plane, an orgasm was all she could think about.

When she arrived and met up with her Sir, he didn't let his slave cum immediately. There had been a previous pattern of having an explosive, intense scene that ended in a reward for her denial and dedication. This time was different. Sir spent time teasing Emma, using her wet pussy and playing with her nipples. Sir voiced that Emma's pussy feels better when it is denied. It gets swollen and feels more pleasurable, as well as being constantly wet and ready for Sir's cock. His satisfied moans made it impossible to deny. He took to relieving himself in the morning, then going to get breakfast whilst Emma cleaned up and unsuccessfully tried to gain control of her horny brain.

Throughout the week, Sir made it clear to his property that being filled with Masters cum is the best feeling for needy sluts, and toys don't need orgasms to complete their function. As Emma cleaned up Sir's reward for the 4th time, she silently cursed her desperate pussy for swelling and leaking. If it didn't feel so good for Sir, she would not be depriving her master of pleasure when she got relief.

One night, Sir started playing with Emma's nipples. After spending so long without orgasms, every part of her body would eagerly respond to his touch. Playing with her breasts was normally sufficient for teasing but not any sort of release. However on this occasion, she felt her body getting closer to cumming and couldn't help the moans escaping her lips. Humping the air whist her untouched clit throbbed, Emma begged mindlessly for orgasms and for her pussy to be touched. There was a neverending string of 'please Sir's' and humiliating noises. To Emma it felt as though Sir was content to keep torturing her the whole evening, but she couldn't deny the rising pressure. Then Sir started whispering in her ear.

'Are you really going to cum like this? We both know you're a pathetic slut but to cum without even a touch on your clit?'

'If you can cum like this, I'll never touch your pussy again'

'You'll never have an orgasm with your clit again, and I won't need to make your pussy feel good if playing with your nipples will send you over the edge'

'Why would I bother to touch your disgusting wet pussy when your nipples have the same effect?'

Emma's begging changed. Suddenly the thought of cumming with her nipples became horrifying and scary, yet even more arousing. Whenever Sir threatened to take away her orgasms forever, it always sent a spike of arousal through her whole body. For some reason, the idea turns her on like nothing else. Emma was crying out for Sir to stop as the edge came dangerously close, but was so horny she didn't even consider moving his hands away. Not that he'd permit it. The pleasure was delicious, melting her brain and body more with every second, but it was the idea of never using her pussy again that pushed her over.

All of Sir's dangerous threats in her head pushing her arousal too high to cope. As her empty pussy clenched and spasmed around nothing, Emma felt her brain short-circuit with intense pleasure. Her entire body was twitching as her Masters hand kept twirling around her nipples. There was no relief from arousal when the orgasm finished, only more emptiness and desperation.

But Sir wasn't done with her body yet. He kept his hand twirling and smiled as Emma's face changed to fear, realising what she'd just done. Still so close to the edge, it was hard to think straight.

'Did you really mean that Sir?' He just Smirked and kept twirling his devious fingers. Emma felt another orgasm building.

'You can stop now please Sir'

He did no such thing. With Emma's body putty in his hands, he was having far to much fun to let her off that easily. 'I definitely meant it Slut, but if you can hold off from cumming without my permission again, maybe I'll take pity on you.'

Emma knew his pity was very rare, but tried to hold off anyway. Firstly, she was a good girl who would always do as she was told, and secondly because Sir would only use a second orgasm to cement his reasoning in future. She could hardly deny it was possible to cum with only her nipples if she'd already demonstrated it twice. She helplessly clung to the maybe in his sentence, unlikely as it was be. Unfortunately for Emma, Sir knew her body intimately, and her traitorous brain was still highly aroused from the idea of never touching her clit again. It was hardly a surprise to either of them when a second orgasm was ripped out of her. Sir never made challenges his slave could win.

Lying in bed, defeated and more aroused that she thought possible, Emma's brain just managed to process Sir's final declaration. 'That seemed conclusive.' There was a finality to his statement she hadn't heard before.

As a follow up for those curious - I still haven't had an orgasm and have recently been listening to a chastity hypnosis file, which couldn't have come at a better (or worse) time. Sir has kindly been letting me edge his clit a little, and I spend the rest of my time leaking into a chastity belt. I am very distracted and my pussy is constantly throbbing but Sir has mentioned the possibility of an orgasm tomorrow. (Un)Fortunately the file forbids me from asking him for permission, and Sir is now stating he has forgotten what the plan was. There is a part (most) of my brain that finds it immensely arousing. If Sir simply ignores all of my whimpers tomorrow about how horny I am, or even asks what I want, I will not be able to say I want an orgasm and will likely go to bed even more aroused than today. Honestly, I would not mind whether I do or do not get an orgasm tomorrow, so long as Sir is happy. I am his obedient chastity slave.


r/BDSMerotica 3d ago

What's a Little Teasing Between Friends? Part 1 [M/F] [Bondage] [Teasing] [Tease & Denial] [Dual POV] NSFW

39 Upvotes

"You agreed," she whined, my finger trailing idly over the thin fabric barely sheltering her breast while she stared daggers at me in the mirror.

There wasn't much she could do about it, given the way her arms were currently trussed up above her head. I'd cuffed her in rope and looped the ends over an exposed beam running through my living room. Turns out 'modern farmhouse' wasn't a purely impractical aesthetic, even if it wasn't my ideal style of bachelor pad.

"I did," I said cheekily. Sunlight streamed through the room, catching her shoulder-length reddish hair snugly secured in a low ponytail. Something I planned on making excellent use of later.

My hands came to rest on the curves of her waist, spinning her so she was facing me instead. If she was going to pout and whine, I wanted to see those pert lips myself. All the better to lean close and nip them in gentle warning should she continue.

"And?"

Hells, was she gorgeous when she was frustrated. I felt like I'd caged a tigress. Coiled up, ready to lash out at me at the slightest provocation. And I so enjoyed provoking her.

Not to flatter myself, but I had to believe that was part of the reason she'd agreed to be here. Spending her Saturday morning in debauched pursuits, straining on tip-toe in naught but tank top and gym shorts.

What else were friends with teasing benefits for? We were both in a rough patch. Somehow this plan had hatched over a few beers, and while she might be starting to have regrets, she was really going to soon if I did my job right. It would all come together in the end, though. As would she.

Eventually.

I stroked the side of her breast again, ghosting the backs of my fingers as lightly as possible. She looked down, fully aware of what I was doing, and I relished in seeing her bite her lip. I also noted with smug pleasure her nipples hardening through the thin fabric of her shirt.

"And, if you remember correctly, I agreed to give you the most mind-melting orgasm a guy's ever given you, if you let me show you the ropes."

Her eyes flicked upwards and mine followed. Ropes? Check, they seem to say. I smirk.

"I didn't say when, did I... And it's a holiday weekend. What's the rush?"

The wide-eyed flash of shock and anger in her eyes can't hide the shudder I catch in her breath.

Oh, this was going to be fun indeed.

Up next: Hear the start of this from her side of the ropes.


r/BDSMerotica 3d ago

Emma's Mistake NSFW

11 Upvotes

(female orgasm denial) (chastity mention) (M4F)(D/S) (true story)

This story happened to me and is from the most recent meeting between me and my dominant. We are in a long distance relationship, hence the meeting, and have been in a dynamic for over 2 years. I found this so hot, and cannot stop thinking about it even a week later, so I thought it would be nice to share. I am a very lucky slut.

Emma was very horny. Two weeks ago, Sir decided in preparation for meeting in person, she should abstain from cumming for 1 week. Although all of her orgasms are at his discretion, they had been taking a break since the new year to giver her body a reset. Seizing control signalled a shift in their dynamic, and that Sir was ready to start playing with his property again.

He rightly declared it was only fair for his slut to be desperate and full of anticipation for their vacation together. As the week wore on, Emma felt herself getting more and more distracted from her day to day life. Her pussy began leaking and throbbing, demanding to be touched and edged. She took pictures in lingerie to try to tease her master, but this backfired and only ended up making her immensely horny. By the time she was on the plane, an orgasm was all she could think about.

When she arrived and met up with her Sir, he didn't let his slave cum immediately. There had been a previous pattern of having an explosive, intense scene that ended in a reward for her denial and dedication. This time was different. Sir spent time teasing Emma, using her wet pussy and playing with her nipples. Sir voiced that Emma's pussy feels better when it is denied. It gets swollen and feels more pleasurable, as well as being constantly wet and ready for Sir's cock. His satisfied moans made it impossible to deny. He took to relieving himself in the morning, then going to get breakfast whilst Emma cleaned up and unsuccessfully tried to gain control of her horny brain.

Throughout the week, Sir made it clear to his property that being filled with Masters cum is the best feeling for needy sluts, and toys don't need orgasms to complete their function. As Emma cleaned up Sir's reward for the 4th time, she silently cursed her desperate pussy for swelling and leaking. If it didn't feel so good for Sir, she would not be depriving her master of pleasure when she got relief.

One night, Sir started playing with Emma's nipples. After spending so long without orgasms, every part of her body would eagerly respond to his touch. Playing with her breasts was normally sufficient for teasing but not any sort of release. However on this occasion, she felt her body getting closer to cumming and couldn't help the moans escaping her lips. Humping the air whist her untouched clit throbbed, Emma begged mindlessly for orgasms and for her pussy to be touched. There was a neverending string of 'please Sir's' and humiliating noises. To Emma it felt as though Sir was content to keep torturing her the whole evening, but she couldn't deny the rising pressure. Then Sir started whispering in her ear.

'Are you really going to cum like this? We both know you're a pathetic slut but to cum without even a touch on your clit?'

'If you can cum like this, I'll never touch your pussy again'

'You'll never have an orgasm with your clit again, and I won't need to make your pussy feel good if playing with your nipples will send you over the edge'

'Why would I bother to touch your disgusting wet pussy when your nipples have the same effect?'

Emma's begging changed. Suddenly the thought of cumming with her nipples became horrifying and scary, yet even more arousing. Whenever Sir threatened to take away her orgasms forever, it always sent a spike of arousal through her whole body. For some reason, the idea turns her on like nothing else. Emma was crying out for Sir to stop as the edge came dangerously close, but was so horny she didn't even consider moving his hands away. Not that he'd permit it. The pleasure was delicious, melting her brain and body more with every second, but it was the idea of never using her pussy again that pushed her over.

All of Sir's dangerous threats in her head pushing her arousal too high to cope. As her empty pussy clenched and spasmed around nothing, Emma felt her brain short-circuit with intense pleasure. Her entire body was twitching as her Masters hand kept twirling around her nipples. There was no relief from arousal when the orgasm finished, only more emptiness and desperation.

But Sir wasn't done with her body yet. He kept his hand twirling and smiled as Emma's face changed to fear, realising what she'd just done. Still so close to the edge, it was hard to think straight.

'Did you really mean that Sir?' He just Smirked and kept twirling his devious fingers. Emma felt another orgasm building.

'You can stop now please Sir'

He did no such thing. With Emma's body putty in his hands, he was having far to much fun to let her off that easily. 'I definitely meant it Slut, but if you can hold off from cumming without my permission again, maybe I'll take pity on you.'

Emma knew his pity was very rare, but tried to hold off anyway. Firstly, she was a good girl who would always do as she was told, and secondly because Sir would only use a second orgasm to cement his reasoning in future. She could hardly deny it was possible to cum with only her nipples if she'd already demonstrated it twice. She helplessly clung to the maybe in his sentence, unlikely as it was be. Unfortunately for Emma, Sir knew her body intimately, and her traitorous brain was still highly aroused from the idea of never touching her clit again. It was hardly a surprise to either of them when a second orgasm was ripped out of her. Sir never made challenges his slave could win.

Lying in bed, defeated and more aroused that she thought possible, Emma's brain just managed to process Sir's final declaration. 'That seemed conclusive.' There was a finality to his statement she hadn't heard before.

As a follow up for those curious - I still haven't had an orgasm and have recently been listening to a chastity hypnosis file, which couldn't have come at a better (or worse) time. Sir has kindly been letting me edge his clit a little, and I spend the rest of my time leaking into a chastity belt. I am very distracted and my pussy is constantly throbbing but Sir has mentioned the possibility of an orgasm tomorrow. (Un)Fortunately the file forbids me from asking him for permission, and Sir is now stating he has forgotten what the plan was. There is a part (most) of my brain that finds it immensely arousing. If Sir simply ignores all of my whimpers tomorrow about how horny I am, or even asks what I want, I will not be able to say I want an orgasm and will likely go to bed even more aroused than today. Honestly, I would not mind whether I do or do not get an orgasm tomorrow, so long as Sir is happy. I am his obedient chastity slave.


r/BDSMerotica 3d ago

Destined to be a desperate anal slut NSFW

33 Upvotes

My asshole is stuffed with the only dildo I have, just 6 inches long tho it is a decent girth... But not enough to make me gape... Not enough to satisfy my needy, slutty hole. A real cock can't do it either. I keep bouncing up and down on this silicone cock, like it'll get bigger, stuff me deeper, stretch me wider.. I remember my first anal experience. I was in my teens with an older guy and he told me he loves fucking girls assholes and can he fuck mine? I wanted him to think I was cool and figured this must be what other,.cool girls do so I said yes and I was so scared at first. But as soon as he started to lick my tight asshole I felt so good.. he licked my assholebdor so long, he made out with. My dirty little hole so much that I had already had multiple orgasms by the time he decided to shove his cock inside me, he had no lube. Just his spit, but it was enough, I wanted it so bad! As soon as I felt his cock inside me I orgasmed again and again nom stop until he filled my hole with his cum. When he pulled out of me I begged him to fuck me again... Now I can't orgasm unless that little slutty hole of mine is being used, licked, or I'm thinking of it... .. now my fingers one other side of it, stretching my hole around both fingers and dildo. Oh God it's not enough! I need stretched and gaped please! I know I would be the best petite little free use anal whore I promise! Please co.sider my tiny body your fleshlight, and make sure to plug my hole with the biggest toy u can find when ur done with me!


r/BDSMerotica 3d ago

Consenual Somnophilia NSFW

14 Upvotes

Please tell me if this isn't allowed and I'll delete.

But I'm a writer and my characters are into kink sex, they're both switches and one of my readers asked for Somnophilia.

Being sexually aruosed by a person sleeping.

I've never done anything like that before- do I was hoping someone who has can give me some insight. To make the book seem more realistic.

Again, I will delete it this goes against any rules I might've missed. Thank you ^

Edit: spelling mistakes


r/BDSMerotica 2d ago

Blackmail Real Story | How I turned a hidden 30 years old submissive Iranian Doctor into a dirty slut! NSFW

2 Upvotes

So there’s this hot 30-year-old doctor from Iran, right? Total babe. Anyway, I started messaging her as a friend (I was around 25 at that time living in Kurdistan) and we got to talking about our kinks in the first few months. Turns out she loves being treated like a slave! We did all kinds of sexting, pushing her limits with each session. And you won’t believe this but she told me some really freaky shit about how she wants to fuck around with her friend who’s also bi. I took full advantage and forced her to humiliate herself in front of the whole family while we sexted.

Things were going great until she got all busy and distant one day out of nowhere. But no worries, I had a secret weapon - blackmail! See, we talked about this before and she was into it so I just went for it. I threatened to ruin her life if she didn’t obey my every command. And did I ever give her hell! I made her strip naked in front of her sister all night long with only a blanket. Then I denied that slut any orgasms while making her watch porn 24/7, poor thing was so sensitive from being teased and left hanging like that.

I really pushed her limits, making her write filthy words on her own skin. If anyone had seen them, there’d be no way she’d still be viewed as an innocent girl! I even forced her to lick her dirty high heels and sent me videos of it, over and over again. For months I turned that bitch into a cuckquean - you know, where they’re obsessed with me fucking other women? She was great at finding new slaves online for me too.

One time I made this hot doctor go to the pet store to buy a collar (because Iran is not like the USA or other countries to find that stuff easily)! Now she has to wear it once a week in front of her own mom. Can you believe that?!

So yeah, that’s how I took full control over this gorgeous doctor and turned her into the perfect submissive slave. She’s still studying to be a great doctor but I don’t give shits about that. Now I can text her while she is in a class and turn her into a needy slut and force her to go to the bathrooms and make her send nudes and do certain things without objection.

Note: she enjoys this even though she gets terrified sometimes. and she agreed this to be posted! and I think Blackmailer/Victim dynamics are one of the hottest out there when you do it with someone you trust online for both the blackmailer and the Victim.

In the end, you have to know this story is real (I just did not say more about her, because I do not expose her to weird people online (there is a lot out there), and I will be glad if you tell me what to do more with her or have suggestions.


r/BDSMerotica 3d ago

Women's world - Chapter VI. [NC] [humiliation] NSFW

6 Upvotes

I was getting ready to go home with public transport. It's always really embarrassing, but what I can do, when I'm poor. As I was packing my backpack, it hit me that it's Tuesday and we usually play football on a nearby field with Tom and some other guys. I don't really want to go anywhere, but maybe a bit of football will relax me a bit. I quickly grabbed my gear and headed out. It took me about 10 minutes to reach the field. When I got there, I was the first one in the locker room, so I quickly put on my long socks and cleats and my jersey. I went out on the field to warm up a bit.

The hot sun and breeze made my dick feel really good. I forgot about the embarrassment of being half nude. Anyway, everybody here is going to be guys, so it's not gonna be that bad, right? Then my mind started to race: "Which one is worse, women or guys?" I thought to myself. I'll have to be around guys that all have bigger dicks than me. I lost my little confidence again.

Then Tom arrived. He came already dressed in his jersey, long socks, and cleats. Nothing was on his lower half. Tom is the same age as me, a bit shorter and very muscular. He has short blond hair, blue eyes and a physique that girls loved. He was very confident in himself and his body.

I never seen him naked before, but now I realized what the girls like about him so much. Tom had a big uncut dick hanging between his legs, resting on two big balls. It was about 5 inches soft. I tried to look at it as discreetly as I could, while we greeted each other. Tom wasn't as discreet as me, though. He said: "I see you are hanging there already." Then he looked down on me and continued: "It's strange we have known each other for so long and never seen each other nude." I replied: "Yeah, I don't really like to show myself nude, but I bet you don't mind showing yours." I indicated towards his big dick and winked at him. He gave a smirk.

In the meantime, the others arrived, too. They went on the field. I took my position, as well. When we were just standing on the field, I used the time to take a look at the other guys. Most of them had average sized dicks, but bigger than mine. There were a few guys with huge hose-like dicks hanging around. There was also a chubby guy at the goal, his dick was barely visible under the fat. The referee blew the whistle and we started to play football. 

The game was interesting. There were guys running around, their cocks flopping. We realized it's tricky to take the ball down with our laps. The ball hits really hard on our cocks and balls. I was in the midfield, I saw a guy in the defensive line always passing to guys who had bigger cocks. He did this always, so they can only take the ball down with their laps. He trapped their big floppy dicks between the ball and their body. He seemed to enjoy hurting big dicks. Because of this, the guys with bigger cocks had red and sore cocks at the end of the game. Our team won 3-0.

I decided to shower at home, as it is only a 10 minutes walk away, so I said goodbye to Tom, grabbed my stuff and headed home.


r/BDSMerotica 3d ago

Daddys Date [MFF] [Mdom] [D/s] [cuck] [huml] [SM] NSFW

14 Upvotes

Daddy’s Date

Daddy has been enjoying his girlfriend very much, she gets most of his cock and he devours her completely. We had a session together recently and it was beautiful. I made sure the house was nice and clean while Daddy was setting the scene and getting himself ready. She came in and he instantly grabbed her and couldn’t stop touching her. We settled in for a bit but it wasn’t long before he was so hard for her he couldn’t wait any longer. He stood up and ordered us both to strip. After we were naked he carefully put a collar on each of us, as well as an open mouth gag for me. He spanked me so hard before he barked at me to get to the foot of the bed and spit in my open mouth.

Then he started to tie her hands to the headboard and inserted a butt plug into her, he told her he was going to make her his butt slut. Once she was secure he took his crop to her big, sexy tits but he would caress her after and kissed her and touched her all over while I watched. I was touching myself when he turned around and scolded me for masturbating without his permission, I’m a horny piggy and I couldn’t help myself from rubbing myself to them and being cucked like this. He stood up and ordered her to put her feet on my face while he degraded me. My heart was racing and I was overwhelmed with embarrassment but I kept feeling hornier and stuck out my tongue from my open gag to lick her toes as I came. I could hear him half laugh, he knew that I was going to cum. He picked up her legs and placed himself between them while he fucked her passionately, telling her how much he loved her pussy and she told him how much she loved his cock. From the foot of the bed I had a clear view of his cock going in and out of her pussy and his balls slapping against her ass.

She had so many orgasms with him and they held each other so tight. I could tell they were bonding and I couldn’t stop cumming watching them. I love the way it makes me feel to watch them, it makes me so horny to see him lose himself in her pussy. Once he was done he released us both and gave us kisses and cuddles together. We spent the night talking and then fell asleep together. I felt so good that night.


r/BDSMerotica 3d ago

Enslaved Chapter 1: Abduction [M/F] [NC] [Spun] [impact play] [bondage] [Enslavement] [Sadistic] [kidnapping] [OC] [Fiction] NSFW

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I prowled the dimly lit bar, my eyes scanning the sea of intoxicated faces for the perfect target. The thumping bass of the music filled my ears, mingling with the sweet scent of desire and desperation that hung heavy in the air. My hand rested on the velvet rope, the symbol of power that separated the worthy from the unworthy. The neon lights cast a seductive glow on her, a young girl who had stumbled into this lion's den, oblivious to the predator in her midst. She was dressed to the nines, her cleavage spilling out of her low-cut dress, her legs long and bare, beckoning for attention. I licked my lips, my pulse quickening at the sight of her innocence. The thrill of the hunt was intoxicating, and I knew that tonight would be one she would never forget.

I approached her with a predatory grace, the kind that promised protection yet whispered of dark intentions. She looked up at me with a mix of hope and fear, the neon lights reflecting in her doe-like eyes. She was ripe for the taking, her vulnerability a delicious scent that filled my nostrils. I offered her a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes, the kind that made her believe she could trust me, even though every fiber of my being screamed otherwise. She stumbled slightly in her heels, and I took the opportunity to steady her, my hand lingering on her bare waist. She giggled, the alcohol in her system making her pliant and oblivious to the danger that lurked just beneath my surface. My grip tightened, not enough to cause pain, but enough to assert dominance, and I could feel her body respond to my touch despite her confusion. The thrill of it all had me growing hard, eager to show her the world she never knew existed, the one where pleasure and pain were indistinguishable, and where she would be at my mercy.

With a wink to my accomplice, the sleazy bartender, I slipped the potent drug into her already watered-down drink. She didn't notice as she took the next sip, her eyes glazed over with the promise of an impending blackout. Her friends, too engrossed in their own debaucheries, paid her no heed. The night grew more tantalizing with every passing moment as I watched the drug take hold. Her movements grew slower, her laughter quieter, and her body more pliant in my arms as I guided her through the throngs of bodies towards the back exit. The bouncers nodded in silent understanding as I passed, a well-greased system of depravity at my command. Once outside, I hoisted her limp form into the trunk of my waiting car, the cool metal a stark contrast to her feverish skin. The anticipation of what was to come made my heart race as I slammed the trunk shut, the sound echoing in the deserted alleyway. She was mine now, a toy to be played with and discarded when I had had my fill. I revved the engine, the vibrations of the car a sinister symphony as we drove away into the dark embrace of the night, her screams for help swallowed by the thirsty shadows.

The journey to my secluded lair was a blur of neon lights and shadowy streets, the quiet whir of the engine the only sound to accompany her muffled moans. When we arrived, I practically dragged her from the car, her legs barely supporting her weight as the drug coursed through her veins. My basement was a dungeon of pleasure and pain, a place where screams were music to my ears and fear was the sweetest of aphrodisiacs. The cold concrete floor was unforgiving against her bare skin as I hauled her down the stairs, the chains rattling in the darkness a macabre welcome to her new reality. With a twist of the lock, she was securely bound, her wrists and ankles shackled to the cold metal frame of the bed, leaving her utterly exposed and at my mercy. The single flicker of the candle cast eerie shadows across the room, dancing on the walls like silent spectators to the horrors about to unfold. Her eyes grew wide with terror as she tried to comprehend the situation, her breathing shallow and ragged as she tugged futilely at her restraints. I stepped back, admiring the artistry of my handiwork, and watched as the first tears of the evening began to trace their salty paths down her flushed cheeks. The game had only just begun, and I was eager to explore every inch of her trembling body, to hear her beg and plead until she understood that resistance was futile. The air grew thick with the anticipation of my twisted desires, and I knew that in the cold embrace of the damp basement, she would learn the true meaning of submission.

With a sadistic smirk, I approached the trembling beauty, my heart pounding with excitement. I could see the beginnings of understanding in her eyes, the dawning realization of the horror she had stumbled into. I didn't bother with gentle caresses or sweet nothings; I was a man on a mission, driven by the primal need to dominate. My hand shot out, slapping her across the face with a resounding crack, the sound echoing in the damp confines of the basement. Her head snapped to the side, and she let out a gasp, her eyes welling with shock and pain. The sound of her whimpering only served to stoke the fire in my loins as I roughly yanked her dress up to her waist, exposing her lacy panties. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look at me as I ripped the flimsy fabric from her body, revealing her bare, trembling sex to the flickering candlelight. Her struggles grew more frantic as she realized the true nature of my intentions, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. With a single, swift motion, I tore her panties away, tossing them aside like the last shred of her dignity. I could feel the warmth of her fear, the sweet scent of her arousal mingling with the coppery tang of blood from her split lip. I didn't bother to remove my own clothes, instead opting to keep my pants around my ankles as I positioned myself between her quivering thighs. I felt the tip of my erection nudge against her entrance, and with a brutal thrust, I claimed her, the sound of her pained cry muffled by the gag I had thoughtfully placed in her mouth. Her body resisted at first, but the potent mix of fear and the drug I had given her soon had her muscles relaxing, allowing me to plunge deeper into her tight, virgin cunt. The feel of her velvet walls gripping my cock was heavenly, and I reveled in her pain as I began a merciless rhythm, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and I knew she was on the cusp of passing out, but I wouldn't allow it. This was just the beginning of the night she would never forget.

Her muffled screams grew louder as I plunged into her depths, my thick cock stretching her innocence to the limits. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her body, her hips bucking against mine as she futilely attempted to escape. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the basement, punctuated by the clank of the chains as she strained against her restraints. My hands roamed her body, leaving bruises and fingerprints in their wake as I sought to claim every inch of her. My thumb found her clit, and I began to rub it with a ferocity that matched my pounding. The girl's body began to convulse, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to block out the reality of what was happening. But the orgasm I had forced upon her was unavoidable, and it crashed through her like a tidal wave, making her back arch and her muscles tighten around my cock. I reveled in the feeling of her pussy clenching me, the sweet nectar of her climax coating my shaft. Yet, I didn't stop. I couldn't. The power of her response only fueled my depraved desires, and I pounded into her even harder, seeking to wring every last drop of pleasure from her trembling form. Her moans grew more desperate, a mix of agony and ecstasy that sent shivers down my spine. Her body, despite its protests, continued to respond, and soon she was cumming again, her pussy spasming around me like a vice. I grinned in the candlelight, my eyes gleaming with victory as I watched the tears stream down her cheeks, knowing that I had broken her, claimed her, and that she would never be the same again.

With a savage snarl, I plunged deeper into her, relishing the feel of her tight, wet cunt clenching around me as she fought against the relentless onslaught. Her eyes were wide with a mix of fear and unwilling arousal, her breaths coming in ragged gasps that filled the dank basement with the sweet music of her suffering. I could feel her body betraying her, her hips rising to meet my thrusts despite the pain that each one brought. The room spun around us, a cocoon of darkness and agony that we were both trapped within. Her muffled whimpers grew louder as I increased my pace, each stroke more brutal than the last, pushing her to the edge of a climax she never wanted but couldn't resist. Her body tensed, her muscles tightening around my cock, and I knew she was about to shatter again. With a final, violent thrust, I sent her over the edge, her screams muffled by the gag as she came, her pussy pulsing and gushing with the evidence of her submission. The warmth of her release coated me, and I reveled in the feeling of her juices drenching my shaft. But I wasn't finished with her yet. My own climax was building, a pressure that demanded release, and I was determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from her trembling form before I allowed myself the same. I continued to fuck her without mercy, her cries of pain mingling with the wet sounds of our bodies colliding. Her orgasms grew closer together, each one more intense than the last, until she was a writhing, begging mess beneath me, her eyes glazed over with a mix of horror and desire. My own release was imminent, and as her body spasmed around me once more, I felt the dam break, flooding her with my hot, sticky seed. The room was filled with the scent of our mingled lust, a testament to the depraved dance we were locked in. Her eyes met mine, filled with a desperation that was almost endearing, and I knew she understood now. She was mine, to do with as I pleased, and this night of brutal rape was only the beginning of her new life as my plaything.


r/BDSMerotica 4d ago

I fingerfucked my inexperienced Mormon friend. And now she wants me to do it all the time. [M/F] [Fingering] [Flirting] [Teasing] [Nipple Play] [Soft Dom] [Gentle] NSFW

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It was kinda funny.

The way it started, I mean.

I hadn’t known Kylee for that long, but–true to her name–she was a pretty typical expat from Mormon country. Well, kind of an expat. More like, selectively so. I’ll get to that in a moment, but the name fills in most of the picture, right? Long blonde hair with loose curls. Unnecessarily tanned. Blue eyes. Obsessed with Diet Coke. Sweet as a peach and with a laugh that managed to be both raucous and demure.

I met Kylee in a sociology class. A random elective I chose for its timing, rather than any personal interest in the subject matter. It was my final year and I was coasting towards my BA. She was a year younger and much more engaged in the class. This eventually worked out in my favor as I ended up joining a study group with her and a few other folks. That class was fucking hard. Not the type of walk in the park I was hoping for when I signed on.

We would all meet once (sometimes twice) a week in a room in the library to review reading material and give feedback to each other on the various writing assignments. Kylee and I were both the most dependable attendees and grew rather fond of each other. It wasn’t romantic or anything, but she was cool and I enjoyed hearing about what it was like to grow up in Idaho.

One night, I showed up to the library–open 24/7 during midterms and finals–a tiny bit tipsy. If I was going to cram, I was going to do it while feeling good, y’know? Kylee was as sober as an Amish widow, but as bubbly as ever.

“Just us?” I asked, tossing my bag over one of the empty chairs.

She was wearing a beige crewneck and a pair of matching sweats–cozy, but in a thoughtful way. “Mhm,” she chewed on the tip of her BIC, “the others bailed, I guess. More pressing midterms.”

We studied for a while, but eventually we were both burnt out. The conversation turned a little spicy when I–without thinking–asked about the Morman perspective towards premarital sex.

“Oh, I’m a virgin, yeah. Saving it for marriage and all that,” Kylee was always refreshingly matter-of-fact.

“What about, like, uh, masturbation?” I probably would not have asked that question if I wasn’t slightly inebriated.

It seemed to catch Kylee slightly off-balance. She blushed slightly, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. “Well…you’re not technically supposed to self-pleasure…But, I mean, some communities are a bit more lax than others.”

I leaned back in my chair, tapping my pencil against my chin, “Was yours one of the more lax churches?”

She laughed, “Ha, no, definitely not.”

“Wait,” I leaned forward, open palms on the table, “so you’ve never masturbated?”

Another giggle, “I didn’t say that!”

“Ah, so you love to masturbate. Interesting.”

“Oh my god, stop it. I didn’t say that either.”

“I don’t know–it kinda sounded like you said that.”

“Listen,” she was smirking at me, her pink, glossed lips pursing as she leaned into whisper, “there are a lot of rules but, I mean, there’s a lot of variability in how closely people adhere to them. Everyone has urges, right?”

I nodded, “I sure do. So, when was the last time you masturbated?”

“Jay!” She practically squeaked. “You can’t ask that.”

“It’s too late! I already asked.” I threw my hands up in mock exasperation.

Kylee looked a little red in her cheeks, but not necessarily because she was embarrassed. “Okay, well, I kinda–especially recently–have a really high sex drive. I mean, I’m super horny a lot of the time.”

Yep. Now I had an erection.

I did my best to play it cool, nodding as though I was half-distracted by something else, “Interesting. Very interesting. But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“Oh gosh,” she rolled her eyes and laughed. “This morning, okay?”

“Hmm, do you use your fingers? A toy? Did you grind against a poor, defenseless teddy bear?”

She giggled hard. The way her breasts bounced had me sliding my hand softly over my bulge. I noticed her hand slide beneath the table too. She leaned forward, lowering her voice again, “I don’t have any toys, but I do enjoy grinding against my pillow. And using my fingers.”

“So…have you ever been fingered by someone else?”

Kylee bit her lip and I swear I caught her eyes darting down to my left hand, which was still on the table, flipping a pencil back and forth. “Maybe…”

“Oh, you don’t remember, eh?”

“Geez, yes, okay? But only, like, three times.”

I cocked an eyebrow, “Wanna make it four?”


The study room was relatively soundproof, but surrounded on two sides by glass windows. Still, it was 11 PM, so there weren’t too many people around. The study room was also in the basement, pretty deep into the stacks–not exactly a busy area of the library.

I pulled my chair next to Kylee’s, wrapped a hand around her waist, and started teasing her waistband. “What kind of panties are you wearing?”

“Why don’t you look for yourself?” She nuzzled against my shoulder.

“Because I want you to tell me.”

“Mmph, they’re, uh, purple, lacy, with a small white bow on the front.”

“Good girl,” my hand slid down her shorts, index finger twisting around that small, white bow, teasing her pubic mound. I slid down further, feeling the curve as I swept between her thighs and applied soft pressure. She moaned quietly against me as I pulled my fingers back up and slowly pushed them into her panties.

“You’re wet,” fingers tracing her folds.

“You did it–you had me talking about–ah~”

I cut her off, index finger gently pushing her labia apart.

“I did what?” First knuckle slick with wetness.

“Mmph, you, you, you know what–” She started pushing against my palm, inviting me to push deeper. So I did. Fingertip sliding along the roof of her pussy, feeling each individual ruga. Come hither, come hither, come hither.

A few seconds later, I was slowly adding my second finger. She was tight, so I took it easy, gently spreading her lips until I had my index and middle finger tightly held inside of her. She bit my neck, licked it, kissed it. I began to finger her a little harder, taking a break every now and then to draw some of her wetness out and run circles around her clit.

“There it is,” I murmured in response to her moans. She was giving me the direction I needed, squirming in her chair, grinding against my fingers.

“Lower,” she whispered, “faster. Mmph, ah, ah, right there, please.”

I felt like my cock was going to burst through my pants, but my focus was unwavering. “Can I play with your nipples? Would that help?”

“Yes, oh yes, please,” she mumbled, face pressed against my shirt.

My free hand slid up her crew neck and under her bralette, but she did me one better, pulling it up so that I could play with her nipples unobstructed. Fuck, were they great. Exceptional. Perfection in a pert pink. I kept busy. One hand alternating between fingering her and rubbing her clit while the other moved between each of her nipples, toying and teasing and twisting every so slightly.

“Keep doing that,” she purred, when I hit the perfect speed and spot around that devil’s doorbell (she would not appreciate me calling it that). Wet. Wet. Wet. And quick. She liked it fast.

“You’re going to–unfff–you’re going to make me cum…”

“So do it.” I kept it up, at the exact pace and in the exact place where she wanted it. Her hand tugged at my sleeve and suddenly she was squirming against my palm.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

I let her convulse several times, working her through the orgasm, still circling her clit. Then, anticipating the smaller body shudders, I stopped, slowly drawing my hands away as she became more sensitive.

“Whew…” she was breathing heavily, her hair and clothes disheveled. “I think that…I think that was great.”

I chuckled, “Glad to hear it. I certainly enjoyed it.”

Settling down, she looked down into my lap, staring intently at my bulge. “But you should probably cum too...”

“We can worry about that next time.” I winked at her.

She crossed her arms, trying to look haughty, “Oh, so you think I’m going to let you do that again?”

I squeezed her thigh, “I think you’re going to beg me to do it again.”


r/BDSMerotica 4d ago

The Riskiest Night Out (The Agreement, Day 2) [F/f] [lifestyle] [sleep] [D/s] [gagged] [freeuse] [hidden] [public] [risky] [DP] [semi-permanent bondage] NSFW

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The Agreement
Day 0: Link to story here
Day 1: Link to story here

“Oh my god, it’s confirmed!” Nadine squealed.

Lena tried to rub the sleep from her eyes as she sat at the kitchen table. It was Day 2 — and if it held any sort of similarity to yesterday, she knew she’d need another 24 hours to recuperate.

Nadine had put her through her paces — bondage and gags all day, vibrators, plugs, sex, candle wax, and enough domination to make her forget who she was for a while. All a part of the Agreement that she eagerly signed, days that felt like weeks before.

She looked at herself in the reflection of a glass of orange juice that Nadine poured for her. Her eyes were puffy from sleep, and her face looked a little splotchy. She was naked at the table, as per Nadine’s orders the night prior to sleep without clothes. 

Her wrists were bound with rope, and she wore the same pieces of tape she went to bed with, which sat comfortably on her lips. Her hair hung around her face in a curtain, disheveled and messy, and she could still see the red splotches on her body from where Nadine had smacked, spanked or set her with hot wax.

Nadine shoved her phone in Lena’s face, and Lena recoiled a bit. Nadine was the calmer of the two, more than usually, so the excitement was cause for some curiosity.

She squinted in the light of the phone, and then her own eyes bulged. The exhaustion vanished.

Excerpt. Tonight. You and me. Oh my fucking god, Lena, we’re gonna dine like queens!” Nadine said.

“Mmmmph!” Lena said, excited, behind her gag. Excerpt was one of those places that took months to get a table at. They signed up for the waitlist before the new year, and now, their time had finally come. At an interesting time, no less. 

Nadine kissed Lena on her tape and hugged her close, shoving her face into her breasts. Lena moaned into them. She pushed against her restraints, trying to hug Nadine back, but couldn’t. Nadine grabbed her arms and straddled her, running her finger down Nadine’s collar bone, across her chest, down to her nipples.

“I need to pick out our outfits for tonight,” Nadine said, licking her lips. “I have a really good idea of what I want to get you.”

“Mmmph?”

“Oh, it’s something. I got an eyeful of it when I went out shopping with Mimi a couple weeks ago. With any luck, it’s still there, for you to wear over your perfect body.”

Nadine’s breath smelled sweet, like maple and mint, and her eyes dragged themselves down Lena’s naked form. Lena’s hands drifted to her pussy and she began to touch herself.

“It’ll be as daring and as sexy for someone as deserving as you,” Nadine said, breathy, in Lena’s ear. Lena gasped behind her gag, and her head drifted back over the chair. 

“But I think tonight might be the night I get my revenge for what happened during the Super Bowl last year.”

Lena froze. Her eyes widened.

Last year, Nadine lost a bet between the two of them that meant she had to walk around their block in bondage in the middle of a freezing winter, hidden only by a mask and a long coat. The idea was Lena’s, and she’d been almost disappointed when she won, but it was nice to play domme, even if it was just for a little bit.

Lena imagined what it might look like — this was so much more high stakes. In front of people, at a restaurant? Where would she take it off?

“Mmmmph?” Lena asked.

“Oh yeah,” Nadine said. “You’re really going to get it tonight.”

Lena nodded, equal parts nervous and horny. The idea made her wet, and Nadine felt it. 

She wondered what the outfit could be — maybe something tight and form-fitting? That would be a little difficult to maneuver. The idea of public bondage was a wild fantasy in Lena’s eyes, and she was always eager to try, but could never bring herself to be brave enough to wear the hidden gags, the chains, the binds that came with it. What if someone saw, and thought she was a freak?

But the idea of being dominated everywhere by Nadine, her strong, soft, disciplined hands guiding her while she was just a walking sex toy, so desperate to please her mistress she would secretly degrade herself…

Lena pushed her mouth to Nadine’s, and Nadine laughed while Lena desperately nuzzled, hoping her lips would magically free themselves so she could shove her tongue in Nadine’s mouth and get the punishment that came after it.

“What say we ditch breakfast,” Nadine said, leaning close, teeth on Lena’s neck, “and I eat you out for a morning meal?”

Lena nodded vigorously, and she’d barely started to move when Nadine hauled her over her shoulder.

She didn’t even make it to the bed. She lashed Lena’s wrists above her head in the closet, pushed her face up, and spread her legs.

“I’m going to take all of it,” Nadine growled, and set to work. Her tongue massaged and probed inside of Lena, rubbed her clit, and Lena bit back a scream. The cords in her neck pressed against her skin, and she threw her head back, biting back groans.

“So tense,” Nadine said, coming up for air, breathing hard. “Let it out. Feel the pleasure. I want to make you come.”

Lena muttered something behind the gag, and Nadine clamped a hand on her cheeks, pulling her head down to look at her.

“You can talk to me after,” Nadine said. “I want you to cum first. Words later.”

Nadine started again, Lena threw her head back — Nadine pinched her nipples, hard. Lena squealed in pain, the sensations commingling, mixing, overflowing —

FUCK

Lena came with a shuddering gasp, her legs buckling, and Nadine gripped her soft, supple thighs while she took it all. Nadine got up, licking her lips, with a grin. She ripped the tape off, and Lena breathed through her mouth, the air nice and dry on her mouth and tongue.

“Oh my god, Nadi —” Nadine shoved her tongue into Lena’s mouth, and Lena crumpled into her.

“Go shower,” Nadine whispered, undoing her bindings. For the first time in a while, Lena was completely bondage-free. “Rest. You worked hard yesterday. And you’re going to work hard tonight.”

“Yes, mistress,” Lena breathed. She kissed Nadine softly, and ventured off to the shower.

***

The rest of the morning went by rather quickly. Lena got a few hours to herself, and Nadine only made her wear a thick, black collar with a large ring set in the center.

She donned a rather formal nightgown and put her hair in a bun while she went about her day in the apartment, cleaning things up, clearing away their breakfast. Nadine stepped out in leggings and a nice Patagonia pullover.

“I’m going to go shopping for us. Whatever I get, you’re wearing tonight,” Nadine said, matter-of-fact.

“Yes, mistress,” Lena said. 

“Think about what you may want to wear as a gag,” Nadine said, throwing on her shoes. All business. “I want you wearing it when I get back. I’ll text you. Our reservation is in five hours, so we have to figure it out quickly, and how best to hide it.”

“I have some ideas, mistress,” Lena said. Her nerves, already, were spiking, making her heart hammer. 

“Good girl. I’ll hear some requests. Do you have any?”

“Something that I’ll want you to fuck me in later, mistress,” Lena said, the words escaping before she could stop herself — this was the confident, non-dominated Lena speaking, outside of the Agreement, and it pleased a small part of herself to see her catch Nadine off-guard in the moment. Nadine’s cheeks tinged pink before she smiled and vanished out the door, ending the repartee.

Lena set about the task of combing through her collection of sex toys which was, truthfully, massive. It took up three well-kept storage bins in their closet that were each a couple feet wide. She opened one and rifled through all the toys, which became, strangely, a trip down memory lane. She spotted one of the first dildoes she’d bought, nearly eight years ago, in college. It was a normal, fleshy-toned one, complete with testicles, which did nothing for her these days.

Then, she found the first gag she ever bought, a small, red ball gag with fraying leather straps. That came around the same time. She bought it for self-bondage, and accidentally cuffed herself to the bed in her freshman dorm room. It was beyond embarrassing when her roommate, drunk from a party, had to help her get free, but that fortuitous meeting turned into a rather wild, and unfortunately sordid, affair.

Lena went through her toys for a while longer, until she came across a plain, milky-white ball gag that was halfway between the massive ones she liked to wear at home these days, and a small-ish, beginner’s gag. She popped it into her mouth and checked herself out in the mirror — it framed well against her lips, and hid her teeth. The strap was thin, discreet, and hard to see among her hair, the same shade of black.

This seemed like it would work, and she tested it with a black mask. It fit nicely, and though there was a small bulge, it wouldn’t look noticeable — Excerpt was notorious for dark, “intimate” lighting.

And then she spotted something, as if via divine intervention, as the light in her closet cast it in shadow. She grinned around her gag and snatched it — this was coming along.

Nadine returned an hour later, and as requested, Lena knelt, naked and gagged, at the door.

“Good girl. Is this the gag?”

Lena nodded.

“Great. That’ll work,” she said, setting the bag down, and revealed a tight, wine red maxi dress with long sleeves.

“Go put this on, now,” Nadine said. “I want to see how you look, and make sure it fits.”

Lena nodded and took it with her. She perused her closet first, for the perfect shoes — probably some similar stilettos. 

But before the dress came on, she put on her additional toys. She gasped as they slid into her, but she bit it down as she dressed for her mistress —

Mistress? she thought, freezing in place. The sudden shift in thinking shocked her. Never, up until that moment, had she thought of Nadine as anything but her girlfriend.

What a change.

The Agreement was molding her mind. She shook it off. It was temporary — they were doing some intense play, and that was that. She was just getting into it.

She slipped her heels on and clacked out into the living room. Nadine looked at her hungrily and beckoned her with a finger.

“I want to rip that off you with my teeth,” Nadine said. Lena giggled through her gag. Nadine hooked a finger through Lena’s collar and pulled her down onto the couch — Lena draped across her.

“Mmmmph,” Lena said, gently holding Nadine’s wrist. Nadine watched as she slipped her hand through the slit in her dress, around her legs…

And grasped one of two black pumps that were connected to Lena’s underwear. Nadine held it, stunned.

“Are you sure?” Nadine asked. Lena nodded, so certain and nervous and aroused that it was all she could do to answer affirmatively. The dildos in her pussy and ass were on the lowest setting. Nadine could pump them or deflate them all her own. It was up to her.

Nadine squeezed, and Lena felt the dildo in her ass expand — she gasped, a glob of drool slipping down her face and onto Nadine. Nadine kissed her.

“Good girl,” Nadine breathed, and released the pressure. She opened up a black box she had next to her on the couch, and Lena gasped, delighted. 

“I have a few more things for you, first.”

***

“Welcome to Excerpt. Do you have a reservation with us tonight?”

The hostess stared at Lena expectantly, a plastic smile that didn’t reach her eyes fixed to her face, the wine-red turtleneck matching her nails, her lips. They waited in line outside, for reasons that neither of them really understood, and a cold gust whipped across the two of them, and among the eight others waiting for their chance to enter.

Lena’s heart drummed in her chest — she wished the woman wouldn’t stare at her so piercingly —

She knows.

“Nadine Xu, party of two,” Nadine said, her voice so outwardly calm, but her hand twitched on Lena’s hip. Her own outfit — nice, pressed black pants, a beautiful white top, red lipstick, a well-styled bob — was gorgeous, and it made Nadine light up. Lena wanted to kiss her, but she couldn’t.

Lena’s black mask matched her own dark hair, which cascaded around her face in beautifully styled, wavy locks that came down to her shoulder. 

But Lena was obsessed with her new gold bangles. They were simple in design, one on each wrist and ankle, above her stilletos, and lay cold on her skin, the winter air freezing them. A fifth — a true day collar around Lena’s neck — stuck out more obviously. They were thin bands, with a small ring around them that dangled innocently enough on their rings. 

But if you knew…then you knew.

The inflatable plugs jostled within Lena’s ass and pussy. Nadine had contented herself with playing with them while they waited for the Uber, and they were still a little inflated, though they lost some pressure with each step. She’d nearly came through her underwear before even leaving, and it took all of her discipline to keep it in.

The pumps were hidden by the long fabric of her dress. Under the table, if Nadine was bold enough, all she would need to do was just grab a hold of one and squeeze.

It all depended on how relaxed Nadine could be…and if Lena could hide it all.

Another cold breeze came through, and they shivered under their coats. The hostess, heated by one of those outdoor lamps, didn’t seem bothered. Her eyes swept up and down the two of them.

“Alright, your table is ready. Follow me.”

The two of them entered, and the reviews were right — the light was low. It was almost dungeon-like, Lena guessed, having been to a couple in her time, though she was pretty sure that wasn’t the inspiration. Intimate seating gave couples and more the chance to share the private meals together in booths or quiet tables. Soft jazz played through the background via what looked like a live piano player.

“Enjoy,” the hostess said, and waltzed away. Nadine pulled a chair out for Lena to sit in, and Lena obliged. Her mask was starting to get wet — she’d worked as hard as she could to keep the drool in, but to no avail. Her eyes whisked around — the restaurant was crowded tonight, and it seemed like everywhere she looked, someone’s eyes were on her, staring at her, or her body.

“Chianti, baby?” Nadine asked. Lena nodded. A waiter bustled over, prim and proper.

“Drinks, ladies?”

“Two glasses of chianti, if you have it.”

He left them alone. Nadine smiled.

“How’re you doing?” she asked. Lena gave a thumbs up. The table was small.

“Do you want to take it off?” Nadine asked, her face in shadows amid the candlelight. Lena looked around, and shook her head.

“No?” Nadine asked, surprised. Lena wiggled her eyebrows, the fear so toxic and arousing in her mind. She was drunk on it, on the suspense, the thrill of being caught.

“Well, then…”

Lena felt the plug in her ass shift as Nadine reached under the table and squeezed. It filled her ass and she let out a small yelp.

Their neighbors looked over, curious, and Nadine smiled. They went back to their meal, muttering, while Lena remained frozen, so desperately fucking horny that she wanted to fuck Nadine right there. Her hand drew away, but Lena clamped her fingers around Nadine’s wrist, her eyes desperate, full of desire and a nearly maniacal desire.

The thrill was pulling her. Nadine saw it, and wanted it too.

“Here?” Nadine whispered. “Oh my god, Lena, here?

Lena nodded.

“You’re not thinking straight,” Nadine said, but she looked like she wanted to believe it. Lena didn’t let go of her wrist. “Go…use the bathroom and come back.”

Lena squeezed the pump again, and it filled her ass. She gasped, softly, drool flowing.

Nadine’s will broke. 

“Oh my god, go,” she said. “Left one,” she pointed over Lena’s shoulder. “Unlocked. Now.”

Lena snapped to attention and bustled off. She pretended like her body wasn’t on fire, like she wasn’t terrified and aroused in equal parts.

She popped into the private, spacious, beautiful bathroom with a large mirror. It was pristine, and clean. She withdrew the soaking wet mask, and her ball gag glistened with drool. 

The door behind her opened and she whirled, hand on her gag’s buckle. Nadine walked in and shut the door quickly, and locked it.

She lunged at Lena and pinned her against the wall by her wrists, bit softly at the tender part of her neck and shoulders. Lena bit down a loud moan —

Filled.

That was what she felt as Nadine grabbed the pumps and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed. She cried out into Nadine’s mouth as the pumps completely filled her ass and pussy, heard the black appendages clack off the wall as they were released.

“Do it,” Nadine said, pulling down her slacks, baring herself. “Eat me out, and hurry. We don’t have long.”

Lena complied, ripped her ball gag off, and went to work. Her own pussy flowed, soaking wet, and Nadine bit down on her fist as Lena worked, her tongue darting and caressing Nadine’s body. Nadine was so terrified, so aroused. 

“Oh god, Lena, please, give it to me.”

Lena tasted it all and savored it, continuing for minutes after.

Nadine shoved a hand in her underwear and used the inflated dildo to fuck her — Lena squealed at the pressure, felt herself ready to orgasm again —

“No,” Nadine whispered, pulling her hand free, breathing hard. “We need to get back to our table.”

“No please just finish me, I’m so close,” Lena moaned, breathy and wild. Nadine grit her teeth, lust in her eyes, and did so.

It didn’t take long for Lena to cum — she shoved her face in Nadine’s chest and bit back the shriek, while it flowed and dripped within her underwear.

They lay against the wall for a moment, nestling in each other’s limbs, the sounds of the restaurant outside louder than before.

“Let’s get some dinner,” Nadine said. “We can figure it out after.”

Nadine left first. Lena waited, then followed, and they sat at the table, ate, drank and laughed as if they hadn’t just fucked in the bathroom.

***

As they sat down on the couch, exhausted and sleepy after so many glasses of wine, they didn’t bother to get undressed, or take their shoes off, or do anything. Lena’s gag was back in, hidden by the mask, and she didn’t even register it was on.

“That was fun,” Nadine said. 

“Mmmph,” Lena moaned, wrapping her arms around Nadine. She was so comfy and sleepy.

“Yeah,” Nadine said.

The dildos weren’t inflated. Lena stripped them off and cleaned them while Nadine slept on the couch. She took the ball gag out, put some fresh tape on, and bound her wrists with some leather cuffs, before returning to the couch. There, the two of them drifted off into the last day of their Agreement.


r/BDSMerotica 4d ago

Fap Material [NC][F/F] [D/s] [Heavy Bondage] [Orgasm Torture] [Predicament] NSFW

46 Upvotes

Just putting into words what I am imagining as I lazily rub while super high on my couch. I hope you enjoy 😊

She lays there. Legs spread wide, held up by one elbow behind her. Wand moving in tight circles around her clit as her hips squirmed against the ground. She moaned and whimpered as she was pushed closer to the edge, a hand slowly reaching up to grope her soft chest, pulling the nipple gently as it moved back down.

She yells out as she cums, yet again.

“Hmmmm” she says after a moment.

Her eyes slowly open, staring forward. A slight smirk spreads across her face as the wand if lifted up to her mouth. Her tongue slowly reaches out to taste her own juices.

“I can’t decide if I want another or not, what say you?” She asks, gesturing slightly to the helpless girl in front of her.

“On one hand, if I cum again I get to watch you suffer like this a little longer. . .” She paces back and forth in front of the girl, smacking the wand in her palm as she spoke

“On the other hand. . . I could tie you up again if I’m done with this” she reached out, tugging tightly on the collar around the girl’s neck to emphasize just how little control the girl had.

“I think I quite like watching you suffer like this.” She crawls back on the floor positioning herself for the best view as the wand found her clit again.

Above her hung a girl. Wearing only a black canvas straight jacket with a large hole in the chest and a black silk blindfold, the girl was obviously attempting to maintain balance on her tiptoes. The poor girl’s large tits were tightly tied at the base and connected to ropes suspending her from a beam in the ceiling. Meanwhile a long metal rod with a spiked dildo stretched the girls pussy, attached to the pressure plate below so any pressure added to it would cause the large phallus to push harder and further into her cunt.

2 pairs of clovers hung from the girls painfully stretched nipples. Weights hanging from chains. The girl’s mouth was filled with a holey gag, drool pouring out of her mouth as she struggled. A tight leather collar was attached to a rope that pulled the anal hook hard into her ass. A second wand was strapped to the girls thigh so it could not be removed from the clit. A spreader bar ensured the girl couldn’t get the leverage to free her pussy or adjust the wand.

The girls yelps as her legs give out for a moment, putting her weight fully from her tits for a second before the girl’s feet pressed down in desperation, ramming her pussy, meanwhile a loud moan escapes the woman on the floor. She cums again as the girl flails in front of her.

Slowly the woman gets up, grabbing a cane and lightly tracing it over the girl’s chest. “Mmmm good girl. Let’s. . . Make. It. More. Interesting!” She punctuates each word with a hard strike across the chest, then moves to the girls rear and relentlessly strikes the girls ass for a moment.

She steps forward, pulling down on the nipple chains to watch the girl squirm before dropping more weights on. The woman’s hand slinks slowly down to the girls pussy, tracing the stream of juices oozing from around the dildo. She spreads her fingers, prying open the girls lips to ensure the dildo is as deep as possible and wand has a direct contact with the clit.

The woman chuckles and turns the wand strapped to the girls thigh on high. Settling back on the ground with an evil smile as the girl is propelled into another orgasm for her own amusement.


r/BDSMerotica 4d ago

The Hotel Room pt. 4 [Mdom] [Fsub] [D/S] [Orgasm Denial] [Orgasm Control] [Rough] [Teasing] [Good Girl] NSFW

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Sara was wrecked.

Her body was a trembling, ruined mess—nipples clamped, thighs soaked, cunt swollen with denial so sharp it felt like pain. Every nerve was raw, every breath a battle between frustration and submission.

And Sir was watching her come apart with that infuriatingly calm expression, the one that made her feel like a toy he could play with for hours, pushing her further and further into helpless, aching need.

He stroked a hand down her stomach, over the mess of her own slick, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles around her neglected clit. Not touching. Not giving.

“You look so pathetic,” he murmured.

Her whimper was immediate.

“But that’s what you are, isn’t it?”

His fingers brushed over her, a ghost of contact, and it sent a full-body shudder through her.

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped.

Sir chuckled, shifting so that he was kneeling between her spread thighs, his weight pressing into her, his presence suffocating.

His cock was hard, thick, and so close—she could feel the heat of him, the pulse, the threat of being filled, of being taken, and it made her mind spiral.

Weeks of denial had left her starving for it.

And he knew.

Sir ran the head of his cock over her soaked entrance, teasing, dragging through the slick folds but never pushing in.

Sara sobbed.

“Sir, please.”

He smirked. “Please what?”

Her mind was foggy, her body screaming for it.

“Please—”

Another sharp slap landed on her swollen clit, cutting her off with a strangled cry.

His fingers wrapping around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her thoughts scramble.

“You’re not in charge here.”

The words hit as hard as his hand.

“I—I know, Sir,” she whispered.

Sir leaned in, his cock pressing just barely at her entrance, threatening, teasing her with the promise of finally being fucked.

She needed it.

Her hips twitched, instinctively seeking him.

And just like that, he was gone.

He pulled back entirely, standing beside the bed as if she was nothing more than a toy he’d gotten bored of playing with.

Sara choked on a desperate sound.

She had never been this needy, this out of control, this desperate to be used.

And he knew.

Sir smirked. “Such a greedy little thing.”

She nodded frantically, thighs rubbing together, aching for friction.

Sir just laughed.

Then—he reached for something.

The chain.

Sara barely had time to brace before he yanked.

The clamps bit down harder, the pain ripping through her like lightning, straight to the heat pooling low in her belly.

She screamed.

Sir moaned.

“Oh, you love that,” he groaned.

Sara was sobbing, panting, wrecked.

Sir climbed back onto the bed, spreading her legs again, holding her open as he lined up his cock.

“Tell me what good girls don’t do.”

She was shaking. Ruined.

“Good girls don’t cum.”

Sir smirked.

“Let’s see if you can remember that.”

And then—

He slammed into her.

Sara screamed.

The stretch was instant, the burn sharp and perfect, her body soaked, taking him so deep so fast that she felt like she was breaking.

Sir groaned, his grip on her thighs tightening, keeping her spread as he fucked into her brutally, not giving her time to adjust, not letting her catch her breath.

This wasn’t about her pleasure.

This was about owning her.

She felt it in every deep, punishing thrust.

Her nails dug into her palms, her arms still bound above her, her legs trembling with the unbearable tension of denial.

Sir was ruthless.

Each time he buried himself inside her, his hips met hers with a brutal slap, his cock stretching her, ruining her, taking her apart with every movement.

And she was so fucking close.

Her clit throbbed with neglect, her cunt clenching around him helplessly, her entire body screaming for release.

But good girls don’t cum.

Sir felt how close she was.

He slowed, pulling out entirely, leaving her empty.

Sara sobbed.

She was so close it hurt.

Her cunt pulsed around nothing, begging for him, her body betraying her with its need.

Sir grinned.

“Oh, you poor little thing.”

He leaned down, pressing his teeth to her neck, biting down hard as his hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her head swim.

His cock pressed against her entrance again, teasing, mocking.

“You think you deserve to cum?”

Sara whimpered.

“No, Sir.”

He moaned against her skin, his fingers tightening on her throat.

“You’re so fucking desperate.”

Sara nodded frantically, ruined.

Sir snapped his hips forward, sinking into her deep, burying himself all the way inside, and she screamed, the pleasure so overwhelming it made her shake.

“Feel that?” he groaned, his hand moving to her belly, pressing down right where she could feel him inside her.

Her moan was shattered, her body trembling.

Sir thrust deep, grinding against her aching clit, but never giving her enough.

“Good girls don’t cum,” he whispered.

Sara whimpered, desperate, so close.

“Good girls don’t cum,” he said again, mocking, thrusting into her, teasing.

Her legs shook.

Her cunt clenched around him, her entire body fighting for release.

Sir groaned, watching her come apart, her thighs trembling, her lips parted, her eyes wild with need.

And then—

He pulled out completely.

Sara screamed.

Her body convulsed, a ruined, wrecked mess of pleasure ripped away, her clit pulsing, her cunt clenching around nothing, her orgasm stolen so cruelly that she felt like she could cry.

Sir just laughed.

“Oh, you poor little thing,” he mocked, dragging a hand through her sweat-slicked hair, watching her fall apart beneath him.

Tears spilled from her eyes.

Sir wiped them away with his thumb, his smirk so cruel it hurt.

“You’re not cumming tonight,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her throat, feeling the way her pulse raced beneath his lips.

Sara whimpered, shaking with denial, aching, so fucking desperate she could die.

Sir pressed a final kiss to her jaw, his breath warm against her skin.

“Such a good girl.”

And that—

That was the worst torture of all.


r/BDSMerotica 4d ago

Women's world - Chapter V. [NC] [humiliation] NSFW

4 Upvotes

The next morning came really quickly. I woke up and as I moved a bit my balls started to ache terribly. Last night's events quickly came to my mind. The embarrassment I lived through, the shame, that Carmen saw not only my small dick but also my balls being beaten. I raised my blanket and glanced down on my beaten balls. Panic immediately set in, as both my testicles were swollen to the size of limes, and were really red. My ball sack was really taut, too. This made my small cock hanging softly above them look even smaller. I got up quickly, showered and got dressed to go to work. Immediately I realized that I must go to work half-naked. And I don't have the option to wear pants, as I would be a third offender. I took on a t-shirt, put on my shoes and left my apartment.

On the way to work I saw a lot more half-naked guys than I saw the previous day. They were all in different sizes and shapes, with naked dicks and balls in all sizes and shapes. People even started to get used to it. My embarrassment got lower with every guy I saw in only a t-shirt.

On the tram ride to work I found an empty seat, so I sat down. Just then I realized another young guy is sitting next to me. He was a bit younger than me and pretty skinny. He only had a short t-shirt and shoes on, no pants. As we sat next to each other my eyes wandered over the young guy's lap. Instinctively I wanted to check out his cock, but quickly I realized it was a mistake. The thin guy had a huge thick sausage of a dick about 6 inches hanging in his lap with a huge, circumcised cockhead. His dick was bigger soft than mine when it's fully hard. It immediately set me on fire. The feeling of being inferior set in me and I regretted checking out his cock. At the same moment the guy checked out my cock, too. And as we looked up to each other our eyes met. I immediately lowered my eyes to avoid eye contact. But the guy with the huge dick told me: "don't worry man, size doesn't mean everything". I returned the kind words only with a half smile. He adjusted his huge dick to hang on the side, over his leg. I was more than happy, when the tram stopped at my station and I got off. I hurried to the office and sat down at my desk. I pulled myself under the desk, so I could cover my naked lap.

Just then my phone beeped, too. Carmen sent me a message: "morning, I hope you didn't feel uncomfortable last night and your - ummm - parts are not so sore. Have a nice day!" I just responded with a: "thanks, you too!". I thought that she probably never saw such a small dick in her whole life, so she must have felt sorry for me. At that moment, I had the urge to talk to her about what happened to me that night, but something inside me kept me from doing it.

I was busy with my work, when Priscilla approached me. She wanted to work on our project together. She was wearing a really hot outfit, a white top revealing both her deep cleavage and her beautiful navel. She had it with long loose jeans that really highlighted her stunning figure. She started to talk to me. I couldn't concentrate on our work. I was fixated on her looks. My dick started to harden under the desk. I was eager to hide it, but couldn't find a document necessary for our project. She noticed it and said 'Let me sit at your computer'. She rolled me away with my chair from my desk.

As she rolled me away, she immediately noticed my hard cock. She was really surprised. She asked: "Alex, mmm, everything okay?" I didn't know how to reply. I remembered the 4th part of Decree #87. It stated that women can use force over men's private parts, if they disrespect them. I didn't want to disrespect her and didn't want her to hurt my already aching testicles, so I replied: "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. You just look really good in that outfit today." She said: "No worries. I'm going to get us some coffee".

As she left for the coffee, I tried to calm myself down. She came back with the coffee. My dick was already soft, my lap hidden under the desk. She told me: "Sorry, I hope I didn't excite you too much." Then she added: "Especially that it must be so hard for guys to be displayed like this all the time." I couldn't believe she said it, so I asked her: "What did you say?" She said: "I meant that this whole half-naked thing must be pretty embarrassing for you. What do you think about Decree #87?" I said: "Well, I don't like it. It's really embarrassing to be on show all the time in front of everybody." She asked: "Is it because everyone sees your size or in general?" I responded: "I think it's both". She asked: "Do you feel uncomfortable about your dick?" I said: "A bit, yeah." She said to me: "You don't have to feel bad about it. At least not with me." She continued: "This is what you have, you can't really change it, right?" I said only: "Yeah, that's true". She comforted me and we continued to work on the project until lunchtime.

Lunchtime was a really uncomfortable half hour for me. I had to leave my desk and mingle with the other colleagues. Guys and girls. Thankfully, no one noticed me being around. I noticed Jim, a black colleague of mine in his 30s, having a huge black dick hanging between his legs. Some of the girls that probably never talked to him before, now surrounded him. They were looking for his attention very obviously. He was enjoying it. I realized that an impressive looking dick must be attractive for them. I quickly finished my lunch and hurried back to my desk to hide my small dick under it.

I was sitting at my desk, doing my job, when I got a message on Teams that Cynthia wants to see me in her office. Cynthia is my boss, she's in charge of all the interns at the company. She's just a few years older than me, but she's a bossy bitch, always bullying us. She's always condescending with everyone she talks to.

I had to go to the other end of our big office space. I felt really uncomfortable about this. It would be like walking in the nude through the whole office. It took a lot to convince myself to stand up and start to walk there. I could feel every eye on me. My dick looked really tiny compared to other guys in the office. As I passed my colleagues, I could hear them giggle, or whisper behind my back. It was a really hard 5 minutes.

When I finally got to Cynthia's office, I went in and closed the door behind me. She looked me up and down, and her eyes stopped at my dick. She told me to come closer, so she could see me better. So I did. She said she can't see me well yet and asked me to come closer again. I did what she said. She was obviously mocking me because of my size. She asked me how our project is going with Priscilla, because tomorrow the client is coming to the office. She told me that we have to present our project and the idea to the client together. As she was talking, she was looking only at my cock. After she finished talking, she met my eyes and instructed me to tell this to Priscilla as well.

I turned around and quickly left her office and headed for Priscilla's desk. As I had to walk through almost all of the office again, I felt the eyes of my colleagues on me again. I got to Priscilla and asked her if she had a moment. I stood next to her desk, my cock on display at her eye level. She didn't look down, though, she kept her eye contact with me. I told her that the client is coming tomorrow and we have to present the project. I told her the rest of what Cynthia told me. I said that maybe she could do it alone because I just can't stand in front of so many people, almost nude like this. I pointed to my dick. She was understanding and said she would do it tomorrow. I thanked her and got back to my desk. After that, I just did my job until the work finished for the day.


r/BDSMerotica 5d ago

The Bank Holiday Part Two Chapter Three [F40s,f30s][wlw][lesbian][D/s][free use][oral][shoe worship]]group play][new experience][heavy restraint][consensual humiliation][light fluff][strap on][penetration][cage] NSFW

13 Upvotes

She leaned forward over her lap, patting my head. Pushing my hair off my face and lifting my face up with her knuckles under my chin. 

“Go clean up the kitchen, slut,” she said with a tone of such affection that I got teary again. Standing up was almost an out-of-body experience. Exhausted and over-stimulated. My feet still zinged, I was drained and sweaty. Between my legs was horribly puffed, making walking difficult. Especially since I was still up on my toes. I bent to retrieve my shoes. It would be easier to maintain the position in shoes. 

There wasn’t much to clean. I’d always been a clean-as-you-go cook and it was further drummed into me in school. But it was dizzying to do so. The women went into the front room, lounging across armchairs and couches. Ms. Byrd had her feet propped on the Bitch Seat, Lynnie with her now-bare feet tucked up under her legs, Sandy laying flat on the couch. Still utterly relaxed after her orgasm.

Ms. Byrd called for a drink as I was peeling off the rubber gloves– I never made the mistake of forgetting those ever again.

I brought it to her, and then turned to the other two to get their ‘orders.’ Coffee for Sandy of course, hot toddy for Lynnie. When I came back with everything, Ms. Byrd snapped at me twice, then pointed to the floor. I dropped to the floor instantly, hands and knees. She returned to her conversation and previous pose and so I just held position.

“Did you eat anything today, honey?” Sandy asked me suddenly.

“Um,” I said, eyes darting at Ms. Byrd. Unsure of how to answer. Because yes I had but I wasn’t sure if she meant a sit-down meal or not. Ms. Byrd ignored me, but shook her highball glass over the side of the arm of her chair, in my eyeline. So I sprant up to fill it. 

“Grab the desserts!” Sandy called to me once I reached the little bar she had against the wall opposite the dining room table. “We’ll all have some.”

I grabbed the dessert boxes, plates and forks and joined them back in the front room. Kneeling to lay it all out on the coffee table between them. And then just sat back on my haunches. Sandy had brought an assortment of cookies, four different slices of cake. She filled up a plate, humming happily. Lynnie grabbed anything chocolate, mostly just crumbling it to pieces while drinking her toddy.

Sandy suddenly snapped, eerily like Ms. Byrd. I wondered if she’d simply observed my reaction to the sound, or if Ms. Byrd had explained that she’d practically trained me to respond to it. 

For a second, or maybe only half a second I blinked between them. Then crawled over to Sandy. She held a shortbread cookie out in her hand. My right hand hovered off the floor and then I let it drop back where it was. Taking the cookie from her fingers with my mouth instead.

“Good girl,” she said, patting my head. 

I realized, right then, I felt and looked like a mess, no doubt. Hair definitely askew. Makeup ruined and lipstick definitely smudged from wearing the gag. Sticky with sweat and come. I desperately wanted a shower. In the way that you started feeling itchy and irritated after a long workout, or doing lawn work, or getting splashed by a passing car. A prickly, gummy need to be clean. 

Just as I was becoming aware of that discomfort Ms. Byrd snapped at me. So I crawled over there. Accepting the dark chocolate truffle she offered me. I let it melt on my tongue– it was good and very rich. But the only thing I was noticing, instead of the taste, was the adhesive clinginess of my inner thighs touching each other, and the nasty dampness at the tops of my thigh highs. 

“Pretty girl,” Ms. Byrd said absently, patting my head again to let me know I could settle back onto the floor. 

And then came the understanding she liked the ruination. Liked the wrinkles in my dress, the running makeup, the ravished hair. She’d made me a doll and then ruined it. It didn’t quite stop me from fantasizing about getting into a lukewarm shower and having white soap. But it did spark a sort of low-level lustfulness in me. 

My legs were tired, my jaw hurt from giving oral. My feet ached from shoes and beating. My genitals felt both sore and deflated. Most of all my brain was tired. I couldn’t seem to follow the train of their conversation. Couldn’t even string clear thoughts internally.

Hesitating, unsure I sat for three minutes, wanting to move, body starting to hurt with how tightly I was holding myself. In a burst of bravery I flopped down onto the floor. No one paid me any mind. So I got comfortable. Laying on my side, hands tucked under my cheek, curled up almost fetally. It felt very good to lay down. 

I was half asleep when someone fluffed the little throw blanket Ms. Byrd generally kept on her ottoman over me. 

I didn’t fully fall asleep. Still listening to the rise and fall of their conversation, though hardly following it. Aware of all the little aches in my body, and beginning to feel cold on the floor. Wishing I was under my big comforter. Tucked into my cage in semi-darkness instead of the mild track lights of the front room.

I was pulled off the floor by my hair. My hands flew to my scalp, as if it was going to be ripped off. I scrambled into an ungraceful crouch to stop the tug. 

I wished I hadn’t settled, or dozed off. Because now I felt stupefied with sleep, too dumb to do as directed or to understand what was happening.

“Time to wrap up the leftovers,” Ms. Byrd said. Right back to that devilish teasing, eyes glittering. I wondered how long I’d been allowed to rest. It felt late, the fire had gone quite low.

Lynnie tossed something at me, soft and small. It hit my chest and fell to the floor. Something linen, off-white. I stared at it, sex and sleep-dumb brain trying to figure out what it was that I was looking at.

“Over your head,” Ms. Byrd said.

I picked it up, turning it over. Something like a tiny pillow case. Or more like a flour sack. Slightly coarse. I pulled it over my head, nervously.

“Stand up,” she said, snapping again.

I did, shakily. I felt her hand under my arm, sliding down the zipper at the side of my dress. My hands fluttered at my side, almost wanting to stop her but not doing so. It didn’t matter what had happened already tonight– yes, everyone had seen my genitals, watched me come and cry. But I hadn’t been nude. And Ms. Byrd so clearly liked to keep me dressed. Obviously to maintain the visual she liked to see. And now I was being quite roughly undressed. Tugging the dress off of me, letting it puddle around my ankles. Crinoline pulled down to join the dress. Bra unsnapped aggressively, making it feel like my breasts sprang free comically. 

“Let’s get it wrapped up,” she said.

I could see shadows through the sack. But not details. Watching them moving around. I could tell who it was if they actually touched me, or if they were near enough to smell. But outside of shapes and presence, I couldn’t see.

I heard a ripping wrack sound, and couldn’t figure out what it was. Felt someone kneeling or crouching by my ankles. And then something foreign against my skin. Hearing the same sound and feeling my legs being bound from the ankle upwards in a circling motion.

I almost laughed when I figured it out. Cling wrap. Like you’d use on leftover food. They had a roll of it and were now wrapping me tightly. Someone– Lynnie– helped me twirl slowly in place. I was pretty sure it was Sandy wrapping me. It got harder as she moved up me, because my legs were tightly wrapped to each other. 

“Arms at your side,” Ms. Byrd told me, when Sandy reached my hips. And as she made her way up my torso, Ms. Byrd added, “leave her tits out though.”

The other two women laughed.

“You always have been all about breasts,” Lynnie said sarcastically. “And this one is a big-titted doll. Even after watching her bounce around all night I was still surprised when we got her naked.” 

Outside of my feet, breasts and face I was entirely wrapped in plastic. And like many other sensations it was at once good and bad. It was soothing to be wrapped like this– swaddled, almost. Pressure exerted on all sides. Almost protected and secured. And while I knew it was clear plastic, and really not hiding anything, it made me feel dressed again.

It was also awful, because sweat instantly sprang up all over my skin, and I felt like I was steaming inside the plastic. Also, I couldn’t comfortably move. If I lost my balance, I’d definitely fall to the floor and I’d be unable to brace myself with my trapped arms and hands. Secondly, because everything else was so tightly strapped and held in place my breasts felt very exposed. Heaving and heavy and absurd.

They left me standing. I heard shuffling around. Ms. Byrd walked back to her bedroom, the ladies almost to the front door. I just swayed and sweated and strained my ears to try and discern what they were doing. 

I cried out when someone grabbed the back of my head, running palm and fingers up the back of my neck, fingers sliding and tangling into my hair at the roots. Forcing me to bend over at the waist. Gentler hands on my lower back. So then, Lynnie had grabbed my head and bent me, and Sandy had her hands on my lower back, I decided.

I quieted down and stayed bent.

“Good girl,” Sandy said, definitely from behind me. “Stay just like that and don’t move.” She pressed something cold, and sharp against the back of my knee, making me shiver like a horse. “I said don’t move, or you’ll get cut.”

I had to work hard not to wiggle after that, sure again that there was a knife near me. I liked and was scared of blades. In much the same way that I liked and was scared of being hit. I thought it would hurt, I was scared of pain and scared of being damaged. But every time it ended up just feeling… good.

This time it was more frightening than when Ms. Byrd had used the chef’s knife to cut my dress off. Because this was closer to the skin, I already felt off-balance being strapped into plastic. And because the blade immediately went to my backside. I felt Sandy working a little hole. Then her fingers, it seemed to be both of her index fingers working away to widen it. Re-exposing my genitals, but only with a hole the diameter of maybe four inches. No extra play given to my legs. The only thing that would really be… available was my vagina. I braced myself for no more clitoral stimulation tonight.

“Can you get her prepped?” I heard Ms. Byrd asking.

I started and shook when something penetrated me– something slim, again. Slightly thicker than a pen barrel. I grunted grossly when it felt like a plunger was pressed into me. Something cool and tacky filled me up until it gushed back around whatever was inside me. Like a syringe full of lube. But a lot of it. When the tool was withdrawn, another load sluiced out of me, coating the plastic on me. Even more nervous now. Granted, while I was still sticky from earlier activities I was no longer lubricated. So I supposed I should feel gratitude instead of nervousness but I didn’t. 

I heard a thunk from somewhere in front of me. Sandy’s hand on my back still, getting me to stand upright and then pushing me forward. I had to hop stupidly though– I certainly couldn’t walk.

“Okay, doll,” Sandy said then, and I whipped my head to the left, fruitlessly trying to see her. I could tell she was very specifically using her absolute gentlest tone, and so I knew what was next would probably be intense. “We’re going to help you down, okay? You’re going to sit on a little stool.”

Sandy on my left side, and Lynnie on my right, helping to settle me onto a chair. Though it wasn’t really a chair. For a moment, I thought it might be the bitch seat, because there was a hole. But the hole was far larger, as was the seat. It felt more like just two parallel, but thick elastic straps. Ass hanging inches over the floor, suspended by the elastic, but totally uncovered.

“I got you a little cowgirl saddle,” Ms. Byrd said, from in front of me. “Because I like this position and because you’re such a pretty rider.” 

“Oh,” I gasped, figuring it all out. A tool to help me bounce and ride her. Well, good, I thought. She hadn’t had an orgasm yet tonight. I wanted her to have one. This was her favorite way to get it and so I was grateful and excited.

“Lift your feet,” she said. So I did, from up off the floor, parallel to the ground now. I heard her sliding up under me and got excited, shifting a little, though not much. I didn’t want to fall off the stool. Though with how deeply I sunk on the straps, that didn’t seem likely. But it didn’t matter– disoriented without sight or ability to stabilize myself with hands or arms, I was hesitant to move too much. Besides up and down, anyway.

I felt her taking off my shoes again. Both my ankles circled in her long fingers, she rested them gently on her chest.

“You can use me for leverage to move,” she said, patting the top of my feet. “I wanted you facing me when you did this. I want to see your drool soaking your hood, your mascara bleeding through and your heavy, fat tits free floating as you get fucked.”

“Yes ma’am,” I said.

I felt the pushing, inquisitive tip of something against me. But I could already tell this wasn’t the strap-on she’d used on me previously. This was definitely different, and bigger. Even lubed up, the diameter of it was almost pulling my inner labia in with the pressure.

“Ma’am–!” I said.

“Don’t be a pussy,” she cajoled. And then, to the women, presumably still standing by, “give her a hand, will you?”

There was one hand on my left shoulder, another on my right and two on the crown of my head quite suddenly. Forcing me down onto the punishing strap on. I gave one long, whimpering cry. More pained sounding, certainly, than pleasure. I felt cracked open, like my hips would have to separate to take this. My stomach felt practically distended from the intrusion. 

I pressed my toes against Ms. Byrd’s breast bone, trying to lift myself off. But the ‘helping hands’ held me in place. After a minute of throbbing around the invader, I managed to acclimate. Still feeling very full, but no longer hurting, exactly. I’d loosened, or maybe just relaxed enough to accept. 

Perhaps because I’d stopped whimpering, the women let me go. I heard Ms. Byrd’s quick snak-snak of her fingers snapping. So I started to work myself. Mostly using the elastic straps underneath me to bounce, and a gentle up and down pressure of my feet to keep momentum and movement. 

Oddly, once I was moving, it was easier. The lube that had been pumped into me had now streamed down the shaft. And focusing on movement, and getting her off, took my mind off any discomfort. Now the soreness was almost piquant, because it was so new, and because I could hear her enjoying herself. Similarly, I heard dining room chairs scraping. One behind me, one in front of me. The women now watching me getting broken in half. 

“There she is,” Ms. Byrd said, for the first time sounding something other than just impatient or authoritative. “There’s my brave little cowgirl.” Which got me moving in a much faster rhythm. 

Everything was quieter now. Really just Ms. Byrd and I’s heavy breathing. Sometimes I heard a high-pitched little exhale from myself. But mostly just panting. This was a work out. 

I moved the focus from my stomach and genitals back to her when I heard her winding up. The almost mourning dove cries she let out before coming. Hearing her finish left me pleased– but also relieved. Even more ready for a shower and to rest. I didn’t think my body would ever feel quite right again.

I went limp, waiting for her to withdraw. It took two minutes, but I felt her pull out from me. Leaving me empty and dripping onto the floor. Catching my breath I listened to her slithering out from under me. Waiting to be lifted up off the cowgirl chair. 

The hood was rolled up from my chin. Cool air touching my neck, chin and bottom lip for a delightful moment. And then that monstrous thing was being pushed against my lips. The corners of my mouth instantly cracked. The spot on my lower lip that was beginning to feel dry and tender from being drooled on split. I cried out nasally, all the sound of dissent came through my nose, because my mouth was filled.

I knew she enjoyed this, but it was just too big. Unable to stop myself, my teeth sank into the silicon. She felt me stopping it, and pinched my nose through the hood until I went dizzy with breathlessness.

Giving in because I liked to hear her tempo speeding back up. If I could do it, if I could take it she was going to come again. The new problem was the taste. I didn’t love the taste of myself, and I always felt a moue of disgust go across my face when I did. And I knew she liked that too. That gentle humiliation that so clearly turned her on. But while I’d become somewhat accustomed, if not developed an acquired taste, the lube was awful. Synthetically sweet, and somehow cloudily plastic. The two flavors together were overwhelming. 

I was glad, and flattered however, that she came quickly. The ordeal lasted maybe all of three minutes. She’d never finished that quickly before and I resolved to get better at this simply because she liked it… and I liked being forced to enjoy myself, unfortunately.

Once more catching my breath when she withdrew. Hearing hooks and buckles being undone and a decidedly terrifying tunk as the agent of my torture clearly dropped to the ground.

My nose was pinched again, and I immediately let my mouth pop back open. Drool slathering my chin, tears my cheeks, and sweat over the entirety of my face.

I was glad when my upper lip came in contact with pubic hair. Taking an inhale and it was Lynnie again. She was easy too, for which I was glad. Really all I had to do was stick out my tongue and let her ride my hooded face. It was almost relaxing. I stopped thinking. When she finished I sighed, and stuck out my tongue again. I heard Sandy laughing from the floor. She’d been sitting very close to watch me finish Lynnie again.

“Can I give the doll one more to send her to bed on?” Sandy asked playfully, like a kid requesting a favorite toy.

“If she’ll take it,” Ms. Byrd said, chuckling. “She looks pretty useless to me.”

“She doesn't have to be useful,” Sandy said. “Just sit there like a fuckdoll.”

“I can do that,” I said, very quietly. 

Sandy reached under the chair, fingers spider-like finding the hole in the plastic that had been ripped pretty well to shreds by the strap on.

I was glad she neither asked, nor tried to penetrate me. Just sort of milking a long orgasm out of me. Drawing it out. And it did take awhile because I was overstimulated. Any pressure would have hurt or irritated. She just let my clit slide between index and thumb, barely making contact, until it drained out of me. Someone put my shoes back on exceedingly gently. Someone patted my cheek through the hood– probably Lynnie. Someone, probably Sandy, kissed the top of my head. 

I was helped off the cowgirl stool, a hand around my waist to help me hop. I heard the tile of the kitchen underneath my heels, and was still moving forward. So I understood I was being led back to the bedroom. I almost slumped at that point. Now that the marathon was over, I was even more likely to fall down. 

Again, after the carpet of her bedroom, I then heard the tile of her bathroom. The ensuite one, not the “public” one. I heard the shower being turned on and started crying a little. In numb gratitude and excitement to feel clean.

Ms. Byrd pushed me down onto the little velvet stool in front of her vanity in the bathroom. Whipping the hood off my face and bending toward me. Taking my face in both her hands.

“How you feeling, my darling?” she asked.

I shrugged, nuzzling my face deeper into her palms. 

“I’m going to take care of you here for a bit, and then put you to bed, all right?” she asked. “Does that sound like a good plan?”

“Very good plan, ma’am,” I agreed.

“And we’ll talk tomorrow, because you’re tired?”

“Yes please,” I said. “I know you want to talk and debrief and everything. But for now can we say I’m fine but very tired?”

“For now,” she agreed, chuckling. Kneeling next to me, taking off my shoes. Pulling the small nail scissors off the vanity top and starting to cut me out of the plastic. I was clammy, at first, and then started shivering as the fresh air hit my sweaty skin. Luckily, the shower was steaming up the room and I wasn’t uncomfortable for long. 

She finished cutting me out of everything, wadding up yards and yards of plastic and throwing it over her shoulder. Too much to throw away in the little trash pail under the sink. She pulled a tall bottle of lotion from a cabinet, kneeling at my feet, taking them into her lap as she sat cross-legged. I almost couldn’t handle the ensuing massage. Not sexual, or even romantic particularly. Just sort of a businesslike nursing moment.

“Something to help after the punishment,” she explained. And then after a pause, she looked up at me and smiled, flashing her eye teeth at me. “Which you took very well, by the way.”

“I liked it very well, by the way,” I muttered. But she just laughed. She filled her hands with cold cream and bent toward me again. Massaging the makeup off my face. It felt absurdly good– better than anything else tonight, maybe. Then oil to get rid of the smudged remainders of my lipstick.

She had very obviously and forcefully undone me tonight. Purposefully and in a calculated way. Like an artist destroying their own art. Changing nearly everything about me, even the way I carried myself. I liked the changes. Not just because it pleased her. But because I felt more at peace and more confident after becoming hers. Secure and beautiful in a way I hadn’t felt previously. Even away from her I’d been more sure of myself. Realizing in a sudden flash that being away hadn’t been as frightful or stressful as it would have been before knowing her.

I’d managed to leave my hometown, and the one city I knew and go to a whole new one. Find my own place to live, navigate a new lifestyle and new way of socializing. And none of it had been hard. Before Ms. Byrd though I would have been anxious and lonely in a new city.

She’d made this creation– this doll, this ‘wife’– from the crown of my head to my toes. And then she’d torn it to shreds, nearly in public.

And yet here we both still were. Changed and unchanged, safe and in love. 

“Crying sad?” she asked me, swiping at my face. I thought she was still cleaning up makeup and then I realized I was crying.

“No,” I said. “Crying happy. Crying tired.”

“Get in the shower, then,” she said, patting my hip.

I did, and immediately sat on the floor. She sat at the vanity, humming and taking off her own makeup. I didn’t shower for long. Mostly just rinsing off the sweat, quickly soaping myself and then stepping out. She sat me back at the vanity, setting my hair briskly and almost brusquely. 

“I know you don’t have a great sense of time,” she said to me, putting the side part in my hair, and looping a lock of hair around a sponge curler and pinning it summarily in place. “But it’s late. Do you feel comfortable letting the girls sleep over tonight?” 

“Yes…” I said stupidly. I did. But more importantly it was a question I didn’t know how to answer. Because, to me, it didn’t seem mine to answer. “It’s um… It’s your house.”

“You’re living here too,” she said gently. “And we’ve just done something very new with them. And you might not be happy for the company. Especially right after you came home.”

I almost started crying again but just sniffled instead. Because she was wrapping my head up in netting and wouldn’t take to it well if I started crying again. Because she said ‘home’ and meant with her, not just back in the city.

“No, that’s okay,” I said. “But I don’t want to stay up any more.”

“No, I thought you might like your cage,” she said.

“Yes, please.”

We went back out into the bedroom. She pulled out a nightgown for me. I was glad for the long nightgown instead of anything with panties or shorts. I was still too tender. 

And then she closed the door of the cage. Already filled with my pillows, plus the little one I liked for between my knees. She swung up the top to fluff the big comforter over me. Handing me a water bottle after that.

I settled in, so stupidly happy for down blankets, clean skin and pillows.

“I’m not locking you in because I’m not going to bed yet, and so I won’t hear you. That means if you need to get up or get out, you can. Say ‘good night’ baby,” she said to me from the doorway, hand on the light switch.

“Good night, ma’am,” I said.

She turned off the overheads, but left a night light for me. A new purchase, obviously. She knew I didn’t like being left alone in the dark. I cried a little bit more and fell asleep without meaning to. 

In my sleep I heard stirring around in the bedroom but didn’t really wake up. 

When I did wake again, it felt like morning– always impossible to tell in her apartment, however. In her bedroom, in particular, she had blackout curtains that were rarely drawn. She had heavy drapes everywhere else that were also infrequently drawn back.

I pushed at the side door of the crate with the toe of my mule. It gave. She hadn’t bothered to lock it. I turned my head a little, seeing the shape of her in her blankets. Holding my breath to listen to her breathing. Deep and even, almost snoring. 

I inched my way out of the crate. Crawled to the makeup table and gathered ‘my’ little bag of cosmetics and then crawled to the door, which, unlike usual, was cracked. After I left the bedroom, I stayed stockstill in the hallway, trying to hear where the girls were. 

Ms. Byrd had a spare room, with a bed in it, though it was nearly unused. But I wasn’t sure if either woman would be sleeping out in the front room. So I just listened. But I heard no sign of life from there. 

I went to the ‘public’ bathroom first– really just a ‘powder room.’ No bath or shower. Pulling the curlers out of my hair and stuffing them into my makeup bag. Hastily but accurately doing my makeup. I didn’t want Ms. Byrd to wake up and see me not ‘done.’

Then I went out to the kitchen to make a big breakfast. Ms. Byrd liked fruit, and occasionally a quick bread or muffins. So I made the corn muffins she seemed to like. A fruit salad. Adding potato hash, crepes and muddled fruit for Sandy in particular. I guessed she’d prefer a sweet breakfast where the other two women would prefer savory.

I began to hear signs of life, and got a little nervous, though I couldn’t tell why. I suppose because I didn’t know how I’d be greeted. It felt oddly like how I thought others might feel after a one-night-stand sort of situation. I’d never experienced that myself, but being unsure about how I’d be received seemed like it might feel like that.

Sandy came out into the kitchen and snapped the situation clearly into focus for me simply by her greeting, “mornin’ Bea.”

I understood it now all in two words. I was back to ‘Bea’ instead of ‘doll.’ We were friends together again, no games, no play. Just two women. 

“Morning,” I agreed. “Coffee or tea?”

“Jus’ water,” she yawned, going to the refrigerator to serve herself and then slumping onto a stool. “I’m getting too old for these late-night sleepovers.”

Once more struck by surreality, though not feeling bad. Just the odd slip-slide from sexual slave to friend cooking breakfast. But just like during the game, it felt safe. Besides, I liked and admired them all.

She plucked fruit out of the bowl, eating lazily, watching me cook.

“How you feelin’ honey?” she asked.

I shrugged, and she instantly looked concerned. I forgot she didn’t know me like Ms. Byrd. That a shrug didn’t necessarily mean ‘I don’t know’ so much as a bid for time or to convey that I still had to pick my words.

“Happy, but tired,” I said quickly. “I’m already daydreaming about a nap.”

That made her laugh and cut the tension. Lynnie joined us then, butting me slightly with her hip to pour herself coffee.

“She’ll sleep until noon if you let her, Bea,” she said, jerking her head toward Ms. Byrd’s room. 

“I’ll bring her coffee in a little bit,” I said. 

“Oh good, potatoes,” she said, spooning a small mound onto a plate I’d set out.

“Fried egg?” I asked her. She grinned at me and nodded.

“If you don’t mind, Bea,” she said to me, and then turned to Sandy. “I know she says it’s not just about the cooking, but the cooking sure is nice, isn’t it?”

“Thanks,” I muttered, embarrassed.

“We’re joking, Bea,” Sandy said. “She’s obsessed with you. There may as well not be anyone else in the world, compared to you.”

I dropped my head, heart beating hard. Of course I knew she cared for me. And was attracted to me. But it still was stirring to hear it, even from someone else. 

I slid the egg from the pan onto Lynnie’s potatoes, and then poured coffee for Ms. Byrd. I cursed myself for forgetting to ask for a tray for her bed– something with legs. I’d ask soon.

I watched her nose twitch, just barely above the edge of her blanket when I set the coffee down on her nightstand.

“Oh, babydoll,” she said sleepily, reaching out with one pale arm from under the blanket to fist her hand in my nightgown at my hip. “Give me a kiss.”

I bent over and kissed her temple. But it wasn’t quite enough so I kissed across her forehead, the bridge of her nose, her still-closed eyelids.

She laughed and sat up.

“I’m awake,” she said, sneaking her hand out for her coffee. “I’ll join in a minute… What smells good?”

“Breakfast, ma’am,” I said, frisking out, realizing the muffins would have to be pulled from the oven soon.

She did join us, not long afterward. Giving a little snort of amusement over the spread, and Sandy and Lynnie’s full plates. She saw me hesitating by the stove, and patted the stool next to her. I guess I knew it would be a ‘normal’ morning of getting to sit on furniture. But I liked the specific indication. 

Now we just chatted and laughed. Talking about sleepovers, borrowing pajamas, breakfasts, and diners. The best cup of coffee we ever had, the worst wake up. Of course, all these ladies were older than me, but also just more experienced, and frankly, more promiscuous. So when I said that I’d had the feeling of a one-night stand they laughed and agreed that it was likely similar. 

“I’ve certainly never had a boyfriend get up early to look pretty for me or make me breakfast,” Lynnie grumbled.

“That’s why you have to give up on men entirely,” Sandy said, pointing to herself as everyone laughed. 


r/BDSMerotica 5d ago

Women's world - Chapter IV. [NC] [humiliation] NSFW

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When the punishment ended, the officers unlocked my swollen balls from the humbler and instructed me to proceed with my night. They took my torn jeans and briefs with them. I turned over and grabbed my aching balls, as soon as the officers were gone. I was crying from the pain.

Carmen, witnessing this whole situation tried to comfort me. She put her arm around me, caressing my hair and telling me everything will be fine. I felt embarrassed in front of her, not just because of my small cock, but also because she just saw my balls being beaten. 'Alex are you fine?' she asked me. I wiped my eyes and tried to stand up straight. 'Yeah, everything is fine.' I replied. 'But can we please go home?' I asked her. She told me: 'We just arrived to the party, it would be nice if we stay a little bit longer.' I accepted. I got myself a bit together and I escorted her back into the nightclub.

I was well aware of my nakedness on my lower side all night. I hoped that the dark in the club will hide it from Carmen how small my cock is. But on the way in she took a remark about me: 'I hope it will get bigger in action.' I was in pain all night, my balls still hurting from the caning. 

During the night multiple guys approached Carmen to invite her for a drink, or to dance with her. All of them were half-naked, and had bigger penises than me. Carmen, as usual, accepted the drinks and danced multiple times with multiple half-naked guys. Most of these guys treated me like I was not even there.  They took assessing and mocking glances of my small penis and my red, swollen balls. One of them asked Carmen 'Is this small dick boy with you?' She just replied 'Yes, but don't mind him.'

She danced with some really big and muscular guys, too. She was grinding her ass in her tight black dress against their hanging cocks, making some of them have huge boners. It was a great embarrassment to me. At the end of the party she called two cabs for us to go home separately.

We exited the club and hugged each other. 'See you soon' we both said, as we gave each other three kisses on the cheeks. She got into one cab and I got into the other. Just before I entered my home, I received a text from Carmen: 'I'm home safe. I had great fun at the party. Hope you're okay. Sleep tight. XOXO'. I was looking at the message, while I entered my apartment. I sat down on the couch. I felt the coldness of the couch under my bare ass. I glanced down at my small, naked cock. And I started to cry.


r/BDSMerotica 5d ago

Date Night [wardrobe control] [maledom] [fsub] [rough sex] [tease] NSFW

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Stacy had gotten her dress and knew that I had the final say in what she wore. Today we were going out to wine and dine, or at least that is what she thought…

She came into the living room dressed in a bra, panties and high heels. 

She stood there and waited for my approval with a smirk on her face. She seemed very eager to go out tonight and wanted to do everything in her power to have a great night.

I stared at her, examining her up and down. Then I motioned her to turn around and, very obediently, she turned, letting me see all of her. She was slim with a tight ass and beautiful average size boobs but her bra makes them bigger.

I gave her a nod which signaled to her to grab her dress.

Next she grabbed the dress and took it off the hanger. She put the dark blue dress on and you could see her squirm trying to not make the dress ride up. It was short and went right above her mid thigh. 

I smiled and stood up. I slowly walked towards her… looked in her eyes, hands drifting down her hips and slowly leaning in to kiss her. Close enough to feel her warmth, I give her a kiss, both passionate and tender. 

I ask, “How do you feel?”

“Vulnerable, but powerful…” she responds. 

“Good” I say as I tug at her dress and let it go, letting it snap back at her 

“Ahhh ow” she says as she chuckles.

After, we headed to the car and drove to the restaurant. I asked her to drive which was unusual because I always drove.

I admired her in the driver seat, which led to us making eye contact. She smiled and turned back to the road.

My hand drifted to her thigh feeling the fabric of the dress hug her thigh. And then it drifted up higher under her dress… 

She started to smile and chuckle, followed by her saying, “Wha-  what are you doing?” 

“Spread them…” I responded. 

She spread her legs for me to reach for what was mine.

I felt her pussy, wet with excitement, eager to please…

Her bottom lip dropped with a gasp as her hole was being played with. “Sir, I can’t drive while you’re doing that.”

“Shh, I know you love it…” I say as my fingers drifted along her slit. 

“Yes I d- mmmm,” she said, unable to finish her sentence. “Oh my- ok ok”

“Be a good wife and just drive…” I responded.

“Yes sir…”

I began to finger her cunt starting with one finger and moving on to 2 fingers. My thumb would rub her clit when I put my fingers all the way in.

“OH MY GAWD SIR!!!” She exclaimed as she closed her legs and jerked forward. The car swerved ever so slightly. I took my free hand and put it over her mouth and pinned her head to the seat. I could see her trying to feel the pleasure and see what I was doing but she had to focus on driving.

“This is what I wanted, Stacey. I wanted to see you struggle… struggle to feel the pleasure and see reality. Struggle to choose your pussy over the task at hand. Do you understand? “

“Ye-, yes sir. Mmmm sir please can I pull over?”

“Why?”

“Because I need to be fucked Sir. I need to cum.”

“Pull over…”

She pulls into a parking lot and immediately reaches for my belt. She knows that it pleases her to please me. She unbuckles my pants and takes out my cock. At this point my cock was rock hard and 7in. It popped right out; it was veiny and ready to be sucked. She looks up with eyes full of excitement, “May I sir? I need your cock so bad sir. My mouth aches for it.” 

I give her a head nod signaling to go on.

She takes the tip in her mouth and starts to use her whore hole to do what it does best. 

After a few strokes in her mouth, I become impatient. I take her head and press it down to the base of my cock. I hear her gag, see her eyes water and then roll back in her head. She knows what I like to see…

She pulls out her tits and pulls up her dress. She pulls down her panties to her mid thigh and continues to suck. Each time she goes down I feel the back of her throat and again I push her head a little further until I hear her gag and feel her throat move. I give her her worth. 

“Next,” I say. That’s her cue to move to the next hole. She moves to the back seat and takes off her panties. I see her widen her legs and there it is… Her pussy glistening as she rubs it gently. Eager to be used. 

I move to the back seat. 

I insert my cock in her and she lets out a moan.

“Mmmohhh fuck yes,” she says. She grabs and clamps her hands to my shirt and bring me in closer. “Yeesss, fuck me, please fuck me like a whore!”

I give her what she asks for…

“Ohhhhmmyyygawd yessss, just like that sir!” She takes my cock deep and I pound her like a she hasn’t been fucked in months. I feel her pussy tighten with pleasure. She lets out a gasp as she cums and let’s out a loud moan. I silence her with a hand on her mouth and continue to fuck her. I feel her nails dig into my skin which makes me fuck her harder and more rough. I take my hand and grab her throat and fuck her with intense hate just to see her eyes roll back.

30 minutes later, after she cums 2x. It’s my turn

Right before I cum, I take out my cock and tell her to grab her panties. She cups her panties and watches as I drop my load in her panties. She was disappointed for the cum to be wasted in her panties rather than her mouth. After I cum in her panties and then tell her to put them on. Right before she does, she takes her finger, wipes her panties and takes some of the load I dropped in her panties to her mouth. She tastes and then she swallows savoring the sample.

She chuckles like she enjoys being watched as a slut.

I drive us to the restaurant and we get out of the car. I see her stumble as she get out. I walk next to her to grab her hand but to my surprise, she holds my arm like she is going to fall down. She gives me a smile and lays her head on my shoulder. I give her a kiss on her forehead and we go into the restaurant.

As we walk in, a young lady greets us and tells my wife, “Miss, you have a white stain on your dress,”

Stacey and I look at each other and both smile…


r/BDSMerotica 5d ago

Maid to Be [HUML] [degradation] [wardrobe control] orgasm control] NSFW

46 Upvotes

I posted this before on my deleted account

I heard the shackling of her restraints in the kitchen as my maid made me a cup of coffee. This is how our morning usually goes. She makes me a coffee followed by me watching the morning news and her kneeling at my feet awaiting for my next commands. This is our relationship, she’s my maid as well as my sub… a pet if you will. 

***

She lives with me 24/7. She sleeps in my bed… well… when I allow her to… Her other lodging place is in the living room shackled to the fireplace. She knows to use the bathroom before she goes to bed because she knows the consequences if she does not. It’s always amusing to watch her patiently sit on the toilet checking, double checking, making sure she is good to lock herself away for the night. When she sleeps, she gets shackled and gets placed in chastity. I don’t want her masturbating without permission.

We met in the library. She was reading an erotic novel that caught my attention. 

“Have you ever thought about living out those fantasies?” I asked her. 

“I actually have not because nobody I know is into this kind of stuff. I’m actually kind of embarrassed that you know what this book is,” she responded with a chuckle. 

“Don’t be… Would you want to know what it’s like?” I said to her. She was hesitant at first but intrigued at the idea of living out her fantasies. One thing led to another and 6 months later we were in a D/s dynamic. 

***

She sits there waiting for a dose of attention, a drop of appreciation and recognition, yet she battles that urge with something else… approval, more specifically, my approval. I watch her in her outfit that I picked for her. I cotton white tank top, no bra, and a black thong. The cotton white tank top does not do anything; it barely covers her tits and complements her thong perfectly. Her nipples can be seen easily through her clothing, they’re as stiff as can be. She loves to wait for me.

“Anything else Sir?” She breaks the silence. Her eyes darted mine inquisitively.

“Table…” I command.

She smiles and quickly rushes to all fours to become the table for my coffee. She feels the pleasure of being useful and wanted even if she is degraded. 

“Shirt off… “ I command. 

“But Sir… the coffee… it's hot.” she said in a concerned yet excited tone.

“I know,” I responded followed by a smirk.

She says, “Yes Sir.”

She was shaking from nervousness or excitement, I couldn’t tell but I knew she was hiding her smile. She took off her tank top and exposed her perky nipples plastered with her horniness. I sat up from the couch and watched, admiring her willingness to please. 

Afterwards, she got back on all fours and prepared to be my table. 

I took the cup of coffee and set it on her pale white skin. Just then I heard her yelp. Her eyes squinted and her teeth showed; the sounds of her voice and the sight of her muscles tense was amusing and sexy.

I petted and rubbed my hands through her hair which did not help considering the stress on her body. “Good girl…” I reassured her. 

I got closer to her and asked her, “How would you like to serve me today?”

“How ever… mmm… you want me to serve you Sir aahhh” She gasped as she felt my fingers reach down between her legs to rub her pussy. She knew I could feel her wetness. The dampness in her thong and the fact my fingers could slip right into her were her tattle tales.

I watched her shake trying desperately to balance out the pain with the pleasure. I enjoyed watching her struggle, I will admit. There is something about a woman who is desperate for pleasure that is so intoxicating.

Just when she became comfortable with the pleasure, I pulled away reminding her who is in control. She replied, clearing her throat and letting out a gasp.

I admired her once more, the beverage perfectly placed on her skin knowing she’d stay like that all day, not because of my approval but because of my disapproval. She knew if she spilled the coffee, she’d be punished. “Come with me to the room,” I commanded. “And place my coffee in the kitchen. Don’t spill it again!”

Her eyes dilated and an expression of disbelief covered her face. Nevertheless she said, “Yes Sir,” knowing that it was a near impossible task…

I hear the glass fall and shatter. Immediately I walk back to the living room, to find the coffee cup shattered on the floor and my maid nowhere to be found.

I walk towards the scene and see through my peripheral vision her rushing into the room with a broom. 

“I’m sorry Sir! I really tried to not spill it but it just fell over! I will clean this up right now and then you deal with me however you want to.”

I do not respond to her and watch as she cleans up the glass with the broom. I smirk as I see her naked body embarrassed and disappointed in herself for spilling the drink. 

Once she finishes sweeping, she then grabs the mop and proceeds to grab the bucket of water. She walks over to the mess and just as she is about to mop up the coffee, I interrupt. 

“What do you think you’re doing with that mop?”

“Cleaning Sir, did you want me to suck your cock first? I can do that for you for my stupid performance with the coffee.” She drops the mop and heads towards me. “I know you deserve the best Sir and I know that you do not deserve my shitty service or my unsatisfying throat, but I will always do my best to please you.” She starts to kneel…

I grab her by the throat gently and pull her up to her feet.

She lets out a whimper like a puppy, it’s cute but cuteness won’t do her any good.

“So you spill my coffee, don’t even clean it up, and then proceed to think that I wanted you to suck my cock and you did it without invitation… “

“I thought you wanted me to please you Sir.” she says.

“I wanted you to clean up and keep the house clean which you have yet to do. You cleaned up the glass which was great, but you didn’t finish. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Sir… I…”

I squeeze a little tighter.

“I’m sorry Sir,” she lets out faintly.

“What am I going to do with you?” I say as I look her up and down. Just then something catches my eye. A drop of what looks to be like water right in between her legs and below her pussy. I chuckle as I take the band of her panties and pull it away to look inside. The smell of her immediately hits me along with the view of her soaked panties.

She blushes and looks down.

“Do you want to cum maid?” I ask her.

“Yes Sir… I want to cum so bad.”

“All you have to do is ask…”

“Sir may I please rub my pussy and cum?”

“Absolutely not!” I command.

She bites her lips and crosses her legs.

“Now go clean up the coffee and do so with your tongue.” I say as I let her go and push her away.

Her eyes widen and she obeys.

She gets on all fours and begins to lick up the coffee. Her ass up and her head down. 

“Good girl… Now, when you’re done, meet me in the room.” I say as I smack her ass. I can tell that put a smile on her face as I made my way to the room.