He dreamt of the next meeting, as his fantasy flew through his mind, laying on his bed the ceiling slowly becoming a giant movie screen, he saw it all so clearly. …It was not the first time they had been together - this time it felt special it felt electric this time she would scream with her release, no sweet muffled moans of pleasure or tiny squeaks of delight this time she would explode her voice filling the bedroom. …after the usual pleasantries of meeting he led her to the bedroom, there face to face, eyes exploring each other, they smiled - she went to speak and he put his finger to her lips. Shh - and shook his head - there was no need for talk. She understood completely. He walked around her as she stood at the end of the bed - his hands exploring her, caressing her, the smooth feel of that summer dress like silk on his fingers, he paused for a moment and circled her now erect nipple - he looked at her and watched her eyes close as he squeezed her breasts first one then both. He circled her again this time dropping her dress to the floor as he went , to reveal a white lacy body suit, he sighed “oh yes” He came close they kissed, gently their tongues dancing tip to tip as he caressed her stomach in little circles with the back of his hand, moving down to rest on the warm mound at the top of her long legs. He took his clothes of leaving only his jocks and then peeled off her body suit and buried his face in the damp crotch area and drew in a large breath with his nose, as he watched her eyes, smiling, he savoured her aroma and the scent and the taste only a sweet cunt can give. He gently lay her in her back and proceeded to spread her legs and arms till a star shape had formed - again he raised his finger to her lips shhh. She smiled with such anticipation. He took her hand and placed it on his now hardening cock “squeeze” he whispered - she willingly obeyed. He moved to the end of the bed and gently secured her ankles and then her wrists - she was all his now - every hole every inch of her soft sweet flesh - with every touch the warm sweet folds between her now spread legs glistened with wetness - he couldn’t resist any longer- he took one finger - wiped upwards slowly, lingeringly, then slipped it into his mouth, their eyes met and now let us begin he said. The vision on his ceiling slowly faded and he drifted off to sleep, certain he could still taste her as the darkness engulfed him. Cheers Noels

4 December 2025

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The bass from the club’s sound system faded the moment the heavy door clicked shut, plunging us into a silence that felt as dense as velvet. Her apartment was a study in stark contrasts—minimalist, chrome-and-black furniture against walls adorned with vibrant, bold art. It smelled of clean linen and something subtly exotic, like sandalwood. “Drink?” she asked, her voice a low purr that seemed to caress the air between us. She was even more stunning under the soft, focused track lighting, her green eyes holding a knowing glint I’d only glimpsed in the smoky dimness of the bar. “Sure. Whatever you’re having,” I managed, my own voice sounding rough and out of place. She didn’t move toward a liquor cabinet. Instead, she approached me, her heels silent on the polished concrete floor. She stopped just inches away, her presence an intoxicating blend of perfume and sheer command. “I have a… different kind of thirst tonight,” she murmured, her fingers, cool and deliberate, tracing the line of my jaw. “And I have a feeling you might, too.” My heart hammered against my ribs. This was moving fast, faster than I was used to, and a thrill, sharp and electric, shot down my spine. “What did you have in mind?” A slow, devastating smile played on her lips. “A game. A trade. Your obedience for my attention. Your submission for my pleasure.” Her eyes locked onto mine, searching, challenging. She was giving me an exit, a way to politely decline and ask for that drink instead. I didn’t take it. The pulse throbbing in my neck was answer enough. “Yes,” I breathed, the word tasting like a promise. Her smile widened, all predatory grace. “Good boy.” She took my hand, her grip firm, and led me not to a bedroom, but to a different door. The room beyond was unlike any I’d ever seen. Plush, dark carpet. A large, freestanding steel frame in the center. A shelf holding an array of glinting toys, coils of sleek rope, and lengths of black leather. The Domme. The title clicked into place with a jolt of pure, undiluted arousal. I had walked right into the spider’s parlor, and every cell in my body was singing with anticipation. “The first rule,” she said, turning to face me, her demeanor shifting from alluring to authoritative in a heartbeat. “You watch. You listen. You use your safe word if you need to. ‘Red’. Do you understand?” “I understand.” “Then let’s begin.” Her efficiency was breathtaking. She guided my hands behind my back to a cold, vertical metal bar on the frame. With a series of soft clicks, she secured my wrists into leather-padded cuffs. The restraint was immediate, absolute. I was exposed, my back to the room, completely at her mercy. A shiver, one of delicious vulnerability, wracked my body. I heard the soft whisper of fabric falling to the floor. Then her hands were on me again, sliding my shirt up over my head, tossing it aside. Her nails, sharp and perfect, scratched lightly down my spine as she unbuckled my belt, pushing my pants and briefs down my thighs in one smooth motion. The cool air hit my heated skin, and I was laid bare before her. She came around to face me, and I finally saw all of her. Long, powerful legs. The elegant lace of a black harness accentuating the hard, proud length of her cock. It was a stunning contrast to her otherwise feminine form, a mesmerizing embodiment of her complete control and confidence. My breath hitched, not in surprise, but in awe. She saw the look on my face and her expression softened for a fraction of a second, a genuine, warm smile breaking through her dominant facade. “Do you like what you see?” she asked, her tone both commanding and intimately curious. “God, yes,” I groaned, my own arousal now a painful, throbbing ache. “I’m going to enjoy you,” she stated, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She picked up a bottle, poured a generous amount of cool, slick liquid into her palms, and warmed it. Then her hands were on my cock, stroking me with a firm, practiced grip that made my knees weak. I bucked into her touch, a helpless, involuntary motion. She held me steady, her other hand splayed on my stomach. “None of that,” she chided softly. “You don’t get to move. You don’t get to thrust. You are mine to use. You will take the pleasure I give you. Understood?” “Understood,” I gasped. She released me, the sudden absence of her touch its own form of torture. She applied more slickness, this time to herself, stroking her own length with a focused, possessive pride that was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. Then she stepped closer, the head of her cock pressing against me, there, where I was utterly unprepared. I tensed. A flicker of uncertainty. She paused, reading my body perfectly. “Breathe,” she commanded, her voice unwavering. “Just breathe for me. Relax. I won’t hurt you. I’m going to make you feel so good.” I forced a breath out, then in, my body unclenching under her verbal control. She pressed forward, slowly, inexorably. There was a moment of intense, unbelievable pressure, a sharp sting of intrusion that made me gasp. And then… then a wave of sensation so profound it wiped every thought from my mind. She was inside me, filling me, stretching me in a way that felt less like a violation and more like a completion. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my head falling back. She began to move. A slow, deliberate withdrawal followed by a deep, rolling thrust that sparked lights behind my eyelids. Her hands gripped my hips, guiding my body to take her exactly how she wanted. Each movement was calculated, perfect, hitting a spot deep within me that unspooled my sanity thread by thread. “You feel incredible,” she whispered, her own breath becoming ragged. “So tight. So perfect for me.” She picked up the pace, her thrusts growing stronger, more urgent. The leather cuffs bit into my wrists, a sharp counterpoint to the overwhelming pleasure building in my core. I was babbling, a stream of “yes” and “please” and her name, which I realized I still didn’t know. She leaned forward, her chest pressed against my back, her lips at my ear. “Come for me,” she ordered, her voice thick with her own rising climax. “Now.” It wasn’t a request. It was a command my body had no choice but to obey. A climax, brutal and intense, ripped through me. My whole body seized, pleasure crashing over me in violent, pulsing waves. As I cried out, shuddering against my restraints, she drove into me one last, deep time. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips, and I felt the hot pulse of her release deep inside me, a final, claiming gift. We stayed like that for a long moment, panting, connected. She gently withdrew, her hands soothing my trembling flanks. She uncuffed my wrists, the blood rushing back with a pleasant tingle. I nearly collapsed, but she held me up, turning me to face her. Her expression was fierce, satisfied, and oddly tender. She traced my lips with a finger. “You were exquisite.” A ghost of a smile. “I think we’ll play again. Now, how about that drink?”

27 November 2025

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The heavy door clicked shut behind me, sealing me inside the dimly lit lounge. The air was thick with the scent of leather and something darker—musky, primal. My pulse hammered in my throat as my eyes adjusted to the low light, the single lamp casting long shadows across the room. The older man stood near the couch, his posture unshakable, his presence filling the space like a physical weight. His tight pants left little to the imagination, the outline of his thick, uncut cock already pressing against the fabric. Flanking him were the two muscular men, their chests bare, their cocks fully exposed—veiny, throbbing, glistening with pre-cum. The sight of them made my stomach twist with a mix of dread and something far more shameful. “Come here,” the older man commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. My legs moved before I could think, carrying me forward until I stood just a few feet away. His gaze raked over me, slow and deliberate, like he was stripping me bare with just a look. “Kneel.” The word was a whip crack, and I obeyed instantly, my knees hitting the plush carpet with a soft thud. The position forced my back to arch slightly, my ass lifting just enough to feel the cool air against my exposed skin. I was already wet, my body betraying me before they’d even touched me. One of the muscular men stepped closer, his cock bobbing just inches from my face. I could smell him—salt and sex and something feral. My breath hitched as his fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tight enough to make my scalp sting. “Open,” he growled, and I parted my lips without hesitation. The tip of his cock pressed against my tongue, thick and hot, the taste of him flooding my senses. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, my throat already protesting as he pushed further. Behind me, the other man’s hands slid over my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh before he spread my cheeks apart. A slick, wet pressure teased my tight hole—his cock, already leaking, rubbing against me in slow, maddening circles. “Such a good little slut,” the older man murmured, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. He stepped closer, his polished shoes entering my line of sight as I struggled to take more of the cock in my mouth. The man behind me chuckled, the vibration of it sending a shiver down my spine. “Already dripping for us, aren’t you?” His thumb pressed against my entrance, just the barest hint of penetration, but it was enough to make me whimper around the cock filling my mouth. The sound seemed to spur them on. The man in front of me tightened his grip, fucking my face in earnest now, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as he hit the back of my throat, but I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. I was theirs to use. The older man’s hand cupped my jaw, his thumb brushing over my stretched lips as the cock slid in and out. “Look at you,” he mused, his voice a dark caress. “Taking him so well. But we both know you can handle more.” His words sent a jolt of heat through me, my pussy clenching around nothing. Behind me, the other man’s cock pressed harder, the tip breaching my tight ring with a slow, relentless push. I cried out, the sound muffled by the cock in my mouth, my body tensing as he worked himself inside. The burn was intense, my muscles resisting even as my traitorous body slicked with arousal. “That’s it,” the older man crooned. “Take him. Let him fuck that tight little ass while you choke on his friend’s cock.” They moved in perfect, brutal sync. The man in front of me fucked my face with deep, punishing strokes, his balls slapping against my chin every time he bottomed out. Behind me, the other man gripped my hips, his thrusts growing harder, his cock stretching me wider with every snap of his hips. I was trapped between them, spit-roasted, my body theirs to use however they pleased. The older man watched it all with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his own cock now free from his pants, stroking himself lazily as he took in the show. “Fuck, you look perfect like this,” he groaned, his voice rough with lust. “A filthy little hole for them to ruin.” The man in my ass groaned, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise. “She’s so fucking tight,” he grunted, his breath ragged. “Gonna cum in this pretty ass.” The words sent a fresh wave of shame and desire through me, my body clenching around him involuntarily. The man in my mouth cursed, his cock swelling even thicker. “Yeah? Gonna fill her up?” his friend panted, his thrusts growing erratic. “Make her take it all?” The older man’s chuckle was dark, approving. “Do it. Mark her. Let her remember who she belongs to.” The first spurts of cum hit the back of my throat without warning, thick and salty. I gagged, but the man held me in place, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself down my throat. I swallowed around him, tears streaming down my face as I took every last drop. Behind me, the other man snarled, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep and came, his cum flooding my ass in hot, sticky waves. I whimpered, my body trembling as I was filled from both ends, their seed dripping from my lips and leaking down my thighs. The older man’s hand tightened on my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. His cock was rock hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, his thumb smearing the cum on my lips across my cheek. “Taking their loads like a proper slut.” He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re mine now,” he whispered, his voice a dark promise. His fingers traced the line of my jaw, then lower, collecting the cum dripping from my ass and rubbing it into my skin like lotion. The act was possessive, degrading, and it sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between my legs. I was a mess—used, dripping, my body still throbbing from their rough handling. The older man straightened, his cock still painfully hard as he tucked it back into his pants with a satisfied smirk. “This is just the beginning,” he said, his eyes gleaming with something that made my stomach twist. He turned, gesturing for the other two men to follow. They obeyed without hesitation, their cocks still half-hard as they trailed after him, their gazes lingering on me with promises of more. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room, still bound, still dripping with their cum. My body ached, my ass burning from the stretch, my throat raw from the cock that had fucked it so thoroughly. But beneath the soreness, beneath the shame, there was something else—a throbbing, insistent need that refused to fade. The older man’s words echoed in my mind, a dark refrain that settled deep in my gut. This is just the beginning. The thought should have terrified me. Instead, it sent a fresh rush of wetness between my thighs, my body already craving the next time they’d call me back. The next time they’d use me. The next time I’d be theirs.

26 November 2025

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I was working at my desk in the office and was minding my own business when I heard whispering from my colleagues say that the big boss was pissed. I found it funny because they all had worried looks on their faces. One of them said to me why are you laughing. I just shook my head and said “because you are all idiots” just as I said that a dark shadow came over my desk and I knew without a doubt that he heard what I just said. In his lowest deep voice he tells me that I’m to be in his office asap. I looked up and thought, here we go he’s found someone to bully! When entering his office, he said “shut the door” I said “why”? That was my first mistake. The second was looking him straight into his dark chocolate eyes as I said it, and I knew then that I was truly in trouble. He snarled at me by saying if I didn’t do as he requested he’d make sure that I didn’t have a job to come back to tomorrow so I swallowed my pride and shut the door, knowing that I had all eyes in the office looking at me. My third was telling him he couldn’t do that. He laughed and said “he could do whatever he liked because he owned me” I laughed at him which was my biggest mistake of all because he just looked at me with cold dark eyes. I took a step back and was ready to bolt, but he was quicker and before I could even get my hand on the door knob he demanded me to get down on my knees and obey his every command. I looked up and knew he meant business so I knelt on my knees. As I did that, he walked over, undid his belt, button and zip, demanded that I pull down his undies and suck his cock. It was big, I could feel the saliva drooling from my mouth and the tingling sensation of my pussy clenching from the tension of being so close but not able to have my own orgasm. When I finish sucking him, I’m told to leave the room. As I leave I feel a little degraded but also a sense of satisfaction because he empty all of his cum down my throat and oh my gosh! How delicious did he taste, yum! I want to taste him more. The next day I go to work but this time as I get in the elevator he steps in too. I look up for a split second and see that he’s staring down at me. I feel a chill run through me and as that happens he gives me a smirk then looks behind me only to smile even bigger. I look around and see a woman behind me, she looks at me and says are you his new toy? I have know idea what she means and I’m about to say no! but, he interrupts by saying that I’m his. I can’t think because I’m shocked by his words. As we enter the office he stops in front of me and tells me that I’m to be in his office in 5 minutes. I think to myself who the hell does he thinks he is and sit at my desk ready to start my day and that’s when I feel his eyes boring into my back, just as I look over my shoulder he points his fingers at me and motions for me to go to him but I sit and don’t move. Next I get a message saying if I don’t get in his office, I’ll be punished for not obeying his rules and that when I decided to think game on. I move out of my chair and walk to his office, he’s looking at me as I sway my hips and pout my mouth knowing that I’m doing this on purpose because I know when I get in that room, he’s the Dom, I’m the sub and we are playing by his rules!

10 October 2025

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Ik hou van chemsex, maar een edge sessie onder deze omstandigheden lijkt me geweldig. Mijn ballen afgeknepen, handen en voeten vast gemaakt, word ik door iemand lichtelijk aangeraakt voor 20 minuten. Dit maakt mij al helemaal gek. Vervolgens streelt ze mijn eikel terwijl ik het al niet meer kan houden. Maar door de invloed en door mijn afgeknepen ballen kan ik niet klaarkomen. Ik word constant op het randje gehouden met enkele pauzes er tussen. Jij komt vervolgens terug en begint mij te zoenen, jij wilt weten hoe wanhopig ik ben geworden. Je hebt je zin, want ik hou het niet meer. Ik word met de minuut gekker, mijn benen trillen en schudden. Het maakt ook niet meer uit wat je met mij doet ik ben zo wanhopig geworden voor dat gevoel dat ik alles zou doen en accepteren om te mogen klaarkomen. Jij blijft mijn ballen slaan, en mijn eikel subtiel strelen, tot ik huil. Het moment dat ik wil gaan klaar komen stel jij het nog een aantal keer uit, maar het moment dat ik klaarkom trek jij je handen weg. Ik nog steeds wanhopig word achter gelaten met een stijve pik, zaad en nog meer wanhoop. Hmm

4 October 2025

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I used to roleplay with my first wife her being my Mistress and me being her slave, So this one day she ties me up on the bed were both naked of course she gets me hard and gets on top and starts riding me she says to me that I'm not allowed to cum and if I do I will have to eat it out of her, so she continues riding me and riding me with a very checky grin on her face! So, eventually I start getting to the point where I'm getting the urge to cum, So I beg my Mistress to stop but she doesn't she just keep's going and going but the urge is getting stronger but no matter how much I beg her to stop she just isn't stopping I just can't hold the inevitable back and she makes me blow my load inside her! So, she stops and say's you've been a bad slave I told you not to cum didn't I and what will happen if you do! So now open your mouth wide so she moves up straddling my face and lowering her pussy over my mouth! Ok Slave eat all your cum out of me make my pussy nice and clean!

26 September 2025

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Many years ago when my wife (Jen) was still playing, we had an open marriage with people we had met and played with as a couple and got along with pretty well with. I got a phone call at work from Jen and was asked to go around to Paige and Mikes place after work as Paige needed help with something. Me being the helpful hubby I was knocked on their door around 9pm and was greeted by Mike wearing latex hotpants and not much else. He took my bag and jacket and told me Paige was waiting for me out the back and asked if I would like a beer after a hard day at work, he grinned as I said yes and ran off. I got out the back and there she was, naked and in the spa. She simply winked at me and told me to jump in. I stripped down and was just sliding into the hot water as Mike appeared with a cold beer for me and a fresh drink for Paige. He leaned in close and she whispered something into his ear and he departed rather quickly. Paige moved around to my side of the spa and very quickly her hand found my semi hard cock and asked me for a favour. When I asked her what it was, she told me that Mike was a cuckold and that she wanted somebody they both knew to play with within the confines of their particular dynamic and she had been speaking to Jen and Jen had actually suggested me to her. I was intrigued and I had heard of being a cuckold, but realistically had no idea and asked what would be involved. She suggested that we go inside and watch a video that would give me a better idea. Once we had dried ourselves off we headed inside and Mike was kneeling beside the couch with a collar around his neck that simply said "CUCK". He hit play on the DVD (Yes it was THAT long ago) and I was surprised to see Paige spread eagle on a bed and Mike restrained in a chair beside the bed with nothing but a cock cage on. At this point a rather muscular man appeared and started going down on Paige, she went off like a bottle rocket, but the words that spewed from her mouth were simply astonishing to me... "Yes... that's it... your so much better at licking my pussy than cuck is" "ohhh god cuck... look... watch him make me cum, I cum so much faster with him than with you" And the degradation of Mike on the DVD just got worse. Until it got to the point of Paige straddling this man right in front of him. Opening her lips and showing Mike the guys rod pistoning in and out of her within a hands reach of him. Paige came violently and even squirted right onto Mike as both she and her lover groaned and berated Mike about how much better her lover was and how Mike had never made her cum like that. By this stage I was rock hard and Paige suggested we head off to the bedroom so she could help me with it. I was never one to shy away from a delicious lady helping me relieve a boner so agreed. Mike headed to the bedroom before us and was sat in the exact same chair that was in the video. Paige restrained him in the chair and berated him, telling him that I was going to fuck her properly and there's simply nothing he could do but watch. I was laying down on the bed and Paige straddled me, she was so wet, it only took a few swipes of my cock over her pussy lips that I was soaked enough for her to slide down onto me in one go. Mike whimpered that I should have a condom on but she shut him down very quickly by telling him that she trusted Jen and I and it had all been arranged for me to fuck her bare. It didn't take her long before her first orgasm of the night rattled through her. All through us fucking, she was telling him how big I was and how she needed my cock to fill her pussy with seed. I didn't miss a beat and flipped her over onto all fours and slammed deep inside her. She kept telling him that I was going to make her cum and squirt and how good my full balls felt slapping against her clit. I simply grabbed her hips and let her have it, as hard and as fast as I could. We had fucked before, so I knew what she liked and gave it to her. As I felt my balls start to contract, she felt me start to swell inside her and told me to fill her pussy as she could feel the head of my cock nudging her cervix with every thrust and that I needed to breed her properly, which cuck had never been able to do. I growled as I felt the cum erupt from me into her wanting pussy. It felt like I was being milked of every drop. Paige collapsed forward and told me to release the cuck and told him he knew what to do. Mike instantly laid down and Paige planted her well fucked pussy onto his face, making sure the mixture of our cum got all over his face before planting her open slit over his mouth. Mike erupted and blew his load through his tiny cock cage and this seemed to make Paige angry and she reached out to start stroking my cock. Before long I was standing on the bed as she tried to get as much of my cock into her mouth and started to get me hard again. The final round she told Mike to leave and we had the room to ourselves to explore each others bodies to the fullest extent. We discussed what had just happened and that she wanted to make it a regular thing and that Jen was ok with it.

24 September 2025

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I’m walking home from work in the evening when I’m grabbed from behind, my eyes are covered with a black cloth, I can’t see anything, I’m dragged off to a car and shoved in the back. I feel strong arms around my body, I can’t help feel scared but excited at the same time. When the car travels for a while, we come to a sudden stop, I hear low male voices talking and hear my name mentioned. I think to myself, how do they know me? And what is happening? Next minute I feel the same hands that were around me, pull me out of the car, and being pulled into what feels like a house, then a room, I hear the door shut and lock. In a low gravely voice I’m ordered to kneel down on to my knees and wait! After what feels like forever, I feel warm hands on my face, then slowly travel down my body, after a minute I feel gentle hands that start to unbutton my shirt, I ask who it is, only to be told to be quiet and that I’ve been a bad girl who needs to be punished. I’m quiet for a moment as he takes my shirt off, I hear a low grumbling voice that tells me that I’m a fine good looking girl but need to be controlled. I start to feel excited again and feel all sorts of sensation through my body by his simple words and touch. He slowly undress me and I feel his eyes on me, I feel the burn of erotic thoughts running through my mind. Next words that are said to me makes me ache with need. I’m your master! and you are here to please me at will and if you disobey me I will punish you in ways that you have never known before. I like the sound of that! 😈

11 September 2025

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"Are you ready?" I ask. "Yes," you reply, your voice steady yet betraying a hint of nervousness. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes," you say again, more firmly this time. Once the hood is on, there's no turning back. A twinge of apprehension stirs in your stomach, making the situation all too real. Although you had discussed this night many times, fantasizing about the moment, facing the reality sends a shiver down your spine. You look down at the black leather hood cradled in your hands, its surface smooth and cold to the touch. You've been fidgeting with it nervously ever since it was handed to you, the weight of your decision growing heavier with each passing second. The hood is designed to cover your eyes and nose, leaving your mouth exposed, a deliberate choice that sends a cascade of thoughts racing through your mind. Slipping it on, you know it will lace at the back, effectively plunging you into darkness, muffling the sounds of the world around you. The anticipation of what's to come is palpable, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through your veins. This moment, once eagerly awaited, now looms before you like a threshold to the unknown. The scent of leather fills your nostrils, a constant reminder of the choice you're about to make. With a deep breath, you slip the hood over your head. You feel someone move behind you, the laces start to tighten, and the hood conforms snugly to your face. The smell of leather intensifies, enveloping you as the material presses against your skin. Breathing through your nose becomes a challenge, and you realize you must breathe through your mouth once the hood is fully tightened. "There," I say, voice muffled, as if you're underwater. "All locked in." The world outside the hood dims, sounds becoming distant echoes. This new reality, defined by darkness and muffled sounds, marks the beginning of something unknown, something thrilling yet terrifying. "Stand up," comes the command, and you immediately rise from the chair, your posture straightening as though pulled by an invisible string. The fabric of your flowing sundress brushes against your skin, a stark contrast to the lacy black undergarments hugging your body beneath. The black bra, g-string, and garter belt, each were chosen with meticulous care, following the instructions you received before leaving the hotel. As the moment unfolds, a flicker of concern crosses your mind, did the Uber driver notice the unusual ensemble beneath the innocent facade of your dress? This thought, however, is fleeting, quickly overshadowed by the sharp reality of the moment. Without warning, you feel the crack of a cane against your backside. The suddenness of the contact shatters the cascade of your thoughts, anchoring you firmly in the present. "I said take off the dress," comes a voice, a command you had completely missed, your mind lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and the disorienting darkness of your new world. Obediently, you lift the dress over your head, revealing the carefully chosen lingerie underneath. A wave of exposure washes over you as the cool air brushes against your skin. An instinctive desire to cover yourself surges, but you resist, maintaining your stance at attention, your senses sharpening as you listen for the next command through the muffled reality of the hood. You feel a leather collar being wrapped around your neck, its buckle securing it behind you. The familiar click of a leash being attached follows, a sound you've heard before but never in such a context. This experience begins to reshape your senses. The hood and the enveloping darkness force your hearing, to become acutely heightened despite the muffling, compensating for your lost vision. "Come, it's time," you hear, feeling a gentle tug on the leash guiding you forward. Your first steps are tentative, each one a test of trust in the absence of sight. The have the sensation of moving down a long corridor, reminiscent of the path you took to enter the building an hour earlier. Gradually, the murmur of voices begins to filter through the darkness, growing from a whisper to a cacophony of conversations and laughter. The sound of a party in full swing envelops you, making it impossible to gauge the number of attendees. The voices merge into an indistinguishable blend of sound, heightening your sense of vulnerability. Finally, you come to a stop. "This is your last chance. Do you still want to do this? From here, there's no going back," the voice cautions, its seriousness cutting through the noise. A torrent of concerns floods your mind. What if someone recognizes you? Yet, the rational part of you counters, hidden beneath the hood and far from home, recognition seems unlikely. "Yes," you assert, your voice steady, a declaration of readiness despite the whirlwind of emotions churning inside you. "Remember the rules," the voice continues, authoritative yet reassuring. "I am in control; you will do exactly as I say. You do not speak unless spoken to. You will refer to me as 'Sir.' We've discussed your hard limits. Nothing beyond those will happen. If at any point you want to stop, just yell 'cornflakes.' That's your safe word. You'll be escorted back to your room, dressed, and put in an Uber back to the hotel. And you will never see or hear from me again." The finality of the statement sends a shiver down your spine, yet it's accompanied by an undeniable thrill. This is a journey of your choosing, a step into the unknown fuelled by a potent mix of apprehension and exhilaration. "I’m ready," you say, more to yourself than anyone else, affirming your commitment to the path you've chosen. Then, a series of knocks echo against a steel door, bang, bang, bang. The ambient party noise dwindles to hushed whispers, and you sense the door opening with a creak. Pulled forward, you step into a room where the air feels charged, stale yet alive with the presence of unseen onlookers. The door shuts behind you with a definitive clang, sealing you inside. Led to the center of the room, you stand acutely aware of every breath and whisper swirling around you. Though unable to determine the composition of the audience, the occasional feminine voice floats through the air, adding to the mystery of the gathering. Cloaked in the dark embrace of your lingerie, you've never felt more exposed, the weight of countless eyes upon you making your skin prickle with vulnerability. The anticipation of what comes next hangs heavy in the air, a palpable force that draws you ever deeper into the moment. “it's time to show all this good people how depraved you really are”

6 September 2025

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I walk into a restaurant where I’ve made a reservation for myself. As the waitress takes me to my table, I see a tall dark head man sitting in the corner all by himself. As I take my seat, he looks up at me with his piecing blue eyes, I stop in Aurora as I think to myself hmm… he sure is sexy. After the waitress takes my order she leaves only to be stopped by the gentleman that was sitting by himself, they exchanged words briefly, the waitress comes back over to me and say the gentleman sitting over there has asked me to come over here and tell you that he would like you to sit with him I accept the offer. When I reach his table, the words he says to me nearly make me faint, he say “ I like to fffk you ” to which I replied to Yes, Please! 😍 as I sit down he pulls me over and starts to passionately kiss me, I like OMG! I’m dreaming, he pinches my Ass as fall on top of him. He whispers in my ear that he wants to do lots of wicked things, I’m speechless because I can’t believe this is happening to me. He tells me that I’m sexy and demands to take me home, I can’t think, all I want to do is let him have his way with me. He flags the waitress over and tells her that our food is to be ready to go, that we won’t be staying. I look at him and know that this man gets what he wants and I just obey with everything he tells me, I know I’m in for a night of sins and also be in a blissful place. Lord help me, oh, wait he is my lord! 💋❤️👅😈

4 September 2025

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Entering the kitchen, I heard her before I saw her. She was loud and angry and not afraid to let it show. Pots and pans being thrown into the dishwasher, shouting down the phone at someone who had done something wrong. My soft love was all spiky & agitation. A better measure was that children and small animals were hiding from her, on the other side of the house . She was a great wife and mother, and normally I was more than happy to follow her lead, but not on this. It was time for this husband to organise a circuit breaker. I leaned into her softness and kissed the back of her neck . At the same time she pushed into me, to try and push me away. I wrapped some hair around my hand and gave it a sharp pull. “No, we are not doing this” I whispered to her. I heard her catch her breath. “The kids are being picked up in an hour by your sister and staying until Sunday. I have a couple of mates,” and with that she leaned into me, “ coming over for a bit of a project. You might want to get ready.” I found my voice getting deeper, the more I spoke. A couple of hours later, Dean knocked on the door. He entered with a practice ease of someone who knew our space well and headed to the kitchen to get some beer. He was younger, tall, fit and strong. We have been playing together for nearly 6 months and each time was better than the last. We talked, I apologised, for keeping it too long between sessions and we entered to find my wife on her hands and knees ready for inspection. I like this, pre-cum on my cock and getting ready to play. Everything quivering, ready to go. Dean asked me how she had been. I told him the truth, “a spiky bitch from hell, scaring everyone in the house” Without warning, I heard the sharp crack of the smack on her bum, followed by a moan as his fingers entered roughly. She came quickly. Dean never speaks to my wife. He looked at me and smiled, as he licked his fingers covered in her stickyness. “she needs to be shaved and we should put the food on. What do you want to do husband?”

8 May 2025

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I've had a fantasy for a long time about a mature woman who is pregnant with a big belly and who has nice big boobs with milk and ready to have them sucked on... Always been wanting to explore and devour the passion and desires that come with someone who's about to have a baby... enjoy being touched, admired, wanted, loved, eaten, licked, caressed every inch of her body... Is very hard at my age to find someone who is in this situation or wants to have someone else enjoy their changed body because of a baby... I think a pregnant woman deserves and appreciates the love and attention as well... I am a a lover of bigger boobs and a sucker of them too... I do enjoy the fun and pleasure of going down on a woman and tasting all juices that ooze out especially if a woman can squirt like a fire hose... I would also enjoy being in a situation where either one is tied up... chained or handcuffed so each can be dominant where some whipping and tickling is enjoyed... I love it when a woman's boobs and nipples have heated clamps on them because I get to experience the same feelings too... We both have a clamp on our nipples while being aroused and played with.

3 May 2025

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You are waiting for me, leaning forwards over my desk... you know you have been a naughty little girl and awaiting daddy's discipline. You have already removed your tiny panties now on the floor between 'over knee length' stocking feet. Reaching down to check their wetness they are soaked with my little girls sweet juice... I see your white blouse already unbuttoned with your small firm breasts hanging and hard nipples resting on the top of my desk. Earlier naked - my cock is standing erect, hard and throbbing already leaking tasty precum from its circumcised and swollen head. I lift your short tartan skirt. The sweet juice is leaking down the inside of your thighs - your firm round buttocks waiting to be parted. I slide my arm around your slender hips - my hand to your clit - now erect like a miniature cock - to hold between my finger and thumb to roll it between. You begin to moan. My other arm is across your shoulders holding you down squashing your breasts hard on my desk. Your moans increase as I move my hand away and gripping your hips with both hands I ever so slowly slide the head of my cock between your buttocks that you have your own hands gripping and pulling apart for daddy to enter your now gapping arsehole. I know my little girl craves her arsehole being drilled with daddy's cock and exploding inside with his warm milky cum... but not today. Today you have been naughty! Instead I slide my erect cock - throbbing in anticipation - between your tight but very wet pussy lips. I hold it there. You push your arse back wanting all of the shaft, moaning and groaning for its entry... I grab your wrists from your arse cheeks spreading your arms out from your sides and give you what you want. Pushing my hips hard against your arse cheeks I thrust my whole cock deep into you! Ramming you hard and thrusting fast you are screaming now. I let go of your wrists and reaching forward my arms place your neck in a headlock. Pulling you neck and head back your back arched and tits up now free - now being rough fucked you are so close to cumming... But you are my little girl sub... I wont let you cum. I pull my cock out - slippery with your juice - you are begging me. "Finish me - finish me"..."Please Daddy I want all your cum"... Finish me - please"... "PLEASE" I pull you up and spin you around... lifting your skirt over your head. Except for your stockings you are naked. Your nipples are hard and erect. I place my hand on top of your head and force you to your knees... my hard wet cock throbbing in front of your face. You open your mouth to take it. I grab your long flowing hair in a single grip making a fist at the back of your neck and drive your face into my body... your mouth taking my cock deep down your throat. You are gagging and choking on my cock. I am rough fucking and pounding the hell out of your face - no mercy! My cock stuck deep inside your throat...you are gagging worse, saliva drooling from the corners of your mouth. I hold your hair tighter... I pound you faster and harder..."Do you want all my cum"?..."Do you slut? DO YOU"?... choking now, you moan trying to answer. "You are my dirty little cum slut...you WILL take it...NOW"! My cum explodes to the back and deep down into your throat... unable to breath you are moaning, tears in your eyes...crying now... I release you letting you fall backwards in a heap. Laying naked in the foetal position, you are pleading... "Daddy! Please... please finish me... please daddy... PLEASE"... I step over you and leave THE CUM SLUTS DISCIPLINE IS DONE

30 April 2025

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I connected with 'K' on a dating site. We met, and we both wanted fun only, with no dramas. K was a gorgeous BBW, and we arranged for me to go over to her house, on a hot summers day. I told K to prepare whatever I felt like, she had a wicked smile, and wanted to serve me and enjoy our time. I arrived and walked out to her backyard, where she was laying on her back, masturbating, playing with her gorgeous tits, and fingering her waxed pussy, squirting, smiling, and totally relaxed. My cock was hard immediately, I stripped off, walked over, 'Hi slave', 'cool down'... I unleashed a gallon of my golden sweet nectar, as she swallowed it down, and rubbed it all over her.. I lent down, tongue kissed her, as we swallowed down the rest.. I lay on top of her, eased my cock inside her pussy, as she squirted and came immediately, over my cock, and juices dribbling down her legs.. 'Oh Master, this is insane'. I gently turned her over, on all fours, and eased my cock into her tight arsehole... she moaned, and gently whined, in pleasure... 'Fuck Master', 'please cum inside me' I blew multiloads, as she squirted again and again.. We lay down for a bit, walked inside, showered together, then sat on her couch getting our breath back, as we cuddled, kissed, and watched porn on her TV...

29 April 2025

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Ik open de douche en stap onder de knetterende stralen . Het warme water glijd over mijn hoofd en mijn lichaam . Mijn borst is gevoelig. Dat een avond stappen hier zo zou eindigen had ik niet gedacht . Ik stel de douche warmer in . Zeep mijn hoofd in en mijn lichaam . Mijn lul nog een keer extra. Ik draai het warme water laag de koude stralen maken mij weer wat helder. " zal ik ?? Hoe zal ik ?? Ach WTF nee heb ik ja kan ik krijgen " denk ik lachend De warme kraan nog even aan en ik stap uit de douche .Ik droog mij af met een grote zachte handdoek. Die sla ik om mijn heupen en knoop hem vast. Ik loop de trap af naar de keuken naar de koelkast . Ik zie een pak melk. Heerlijk koel drink ik een groot glas. Als ik naar boven wil gaan valt mijn oog op het ' Abortuskoffertje '. Ik löp er heen en open het en kijk wat er in zit. ' Daar kan ik wel wat mee' en pak het koffertje mee. Boven hoor ik dat Jacqeuline aan het telefoneren is ik open de deur . Ik zie dat zij ook gedouched heeft. Ze ligt op haar buik , naakt ,haar voeten wiegen in de lucht op haar hoofd een tulband van een handdoek. Ik zet het koffertje neer en pak er een flesje massageolie uit . Jacqeuline draait haar hoofd kijkt naar mij en klopt met haar hand naast haar op het bed . Ik ga naast haar zitten ,Jacqeuline komt iets omhoog en kust mij . Ik luister niet naar het gesprek. Vang wat flarden op . Ik pak haar schouders en draai haar op de rug. " Zit recht op " fluister ik een beetje dwingend. Ik doe wat olie op mijn handen en wrijf in mijn handen. Ik wrijf de olie op haar schouders . Nog wat meer ole op de handen en wrijf haar rug ook in. " HHHmmm ik krijg en massage geloof ik " Ik kneed haar schouders " ontspan " fluister ik . Met nog wat meer olie haar nek en schouders . Ik voel haar ontspannen. Mijn handen glijden over haar rug naar beneden. Langzaam druk gevende met mijn duimen cirkels draaiend langs haar ruggenwervel omhoog. Ik voel een knoop en geef daar met beide duimen extra druk. " Ahhh wat goed " . Met " Ik ga je hangen ik ben aan het genieten en wil niets missen tot heel gauw Honey" beëindigd Jacqeuline het telefoongesprek. " Schatje wat doe je dat lekker " " Je weet niet wat ik nog meer kan maar daar ga je wel achter komen" Jacqeuline draait haar hoofd " Ja graag dan ik kan bijna niet wachten " " Vertrouw mij maar dan ga je heerlijk genieten " en zoen haar ze steekt haar tong in mijn mond. Mijn hand gaat naar haar borst en ik knijp in haar tepel en trek er zachtjes aan. Jacqeuline kreunt . Ik sla de handdoek van mij af en leg het over het bed . " Hier liggen " en zij draai gelijk op de handdoek. Met meer olie maseer ik haar armen 1 voor 1. Ik stap over haar heen en ga lichtjes op haar kont zitten . Zo kan ik goede druk geven voor haar schouders en rug . Jacqeuline glinstert van de olie. Regelmatig kreunt zij genietend. Ik zak af naar haar benen . Vanaf haar enkels werk ik naar boven. Ik zit op mijn knieën tussen haar benen. Als ik langzaam omhoog kruip gaan haar benen meer uit elkaar. Haar kutje is glad geschoren en de lippen staan een beetje open. Ze is vochtig . Ik kneed beide billen en glij met uitgestrekte armen over haar rug mijn borst over haar kont naar haar rug verder omhoog. " Lekker ??" Terwijl ik haar met mijn volle hand bevoel. Mijn vingers vinden het clitoris . Langzaam maar stevig masseer ik deze. "JAHH God wat lekker " kreunt ze. 2 Vingers glijden diep naar binnen ik vinger haar hard en diep. " Hoe noem je mij nu dan " vraag ik een eventuele reply heb ik al bedacht. " Zoals jij mij nu verwend ben jij mijn prins" Deze had ik echter niet verwacht. Ik schakel snel " De koningin is er niet dus roept de prins zich uit tot Koning. " Ik voel haar lippen in mijn vingers knijpen Jacqeuline bijt in het kussen " Jij bent de Kooooninnn̈nngggggg" kreunt ze terwijl ze klaarkomt. " De Koning heeft mooie plannen met zijn dienares" fluister ik. Jaah graag ben ik echt aan toe kreunt Jacqeuline. '' Jij bent nu van mij '' en geef haar een tik op haar bil.'' Draai je om en hoofd naar het voeteneinde. Tjop tjop'' '' Nu is er niemand anders dus maak mijn lul maar hard .'' Ze opend haar mond en neemt mijn lul tussen haar lippen met haar vingers speelt ze met mijn ballen. Ik pak de zijden shawl die ik klaar had gelegt en bind die voor haar ogen . Ze kreunt goedgekeurend terwijl ik langzaam aan hard wordt. Met 1 beweging doe ik de handboeien om haar polsen en trek haar langzaam omhoog. '' Hoe zal de Koning jou gaan noemen ,? Teefje? Snol?... nee gewoon Sletje. ''' Jah mijn Koning , graag mijn Koning.'' Ik duw haar achterover op het bed. ''Benen wijd en ik wil je niet horen.'' Ja Koning '' gelijk bijt ik haar toe '' Niets wil ik horen Slet .'' Ik leg haar handen boven haar hoofd. Ze knikt .Stap naast het bed en knijp in haar tepel deze staat recht overeind. Ik pak wat spullen en steek een kaars aan. Ik doe op iedere tepel een klem en masseer haar clitoris . Langzaam schuif ik een vibrator in haar natte poes. Ik zet hem op de hoogste stand en duw hem langzaam er diep in . Ik neem haar clitoris in mijn mond en begin haar en snel te likken . Ik voel haar lichaam spannen en stop langzaam masseer ik en beweeg de vibrator langzaam in en uit. Ik voel dat ze gaat komen en duw de vibrator op haar clitoris. Haar rug komt van het bed en ik duw mijn mond op die van haar en onze tongen worstelen met elkaar als zij zich laat gaan. '' Nu wil ik je horen Slet'' . Een lange kreun volgt. ''Ooooh wat lekker ahhhh ik blijf af gaannnnmmmmhhh'''. Ik lik langzaam haar clit terwijl zij naschokt. ''Zo dat is de eerste van deze sessie Slet '' Met een ijsblokje koel ik haar clit en verwarm haar weer met mijn mond. ''Oh mijn god wat doe je ? Je maakt me gek.'' Aaaaaaahhhhh oooooh wat lekkerrrrrr.'' Ik kom gewoon weeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr. '' Schokkend ligt ze op het bed. Langzaam duw ik de vibrator in haar kont . '' Ooooh neeee dat ooooook noggggggggg. Ik blijf komen . '' Ik laat haar rustig ontspannen en ga naast haar liggen. Ik speel wat om en om met de tepelklemmen. Jacqeuline hijgt haar buik gaat snel op en neer. '' Ik weet niet wat u deed mijn Koning maar wat is dat lekker.'' Ik draai aan een klem '' Had ik daar om gevraagd,? '' Met een snelle beweging trek ik de klem er af en duw er gelijk een ijsklontje op. Zij schrikt maar maakt geen geluid. De andere tepel krijgt de zelfde behandeling. Ik pak de kaars en als de tepels fier overeind staan druppel ik er was op. Met een ijsklontje tussen haar borsten langzaam richting navel. Iedere keer een stukje opschuiven en dan wat warme was op de vochtige streep om haar navel via de venusheuvel naar de clit. Het ijs over haar schaamlippen en ze vloeit als de Nijl na de moesson. Ik blaas de kaars uit. '''Pijp me '' terwijl ik over haar heen kruip . Ze zoekt mijn lul en trekt hem zachtjes naar haar mond . Ze likt mijn eikel draait rondjes met haar tong om de rand. Dan zuigt ze hard op mijn eikel als hij begint te tintelen duw ik hem met een snelle beweging iets dieper in haar mond . Ik blijf de lipjes koelen met het ijsklontje. Ik ga tegen het hoofdeinde zitten en spreidt mijn benen en duw haar hoofd naar mijn lul. '' Nu zuigen also of ik op het punt sta om je vol te spuiten Slet '' . Jacqeuline zuigt alsof haar leven er van af hangt. Begeleid met haar hand het ritme omhoog. '' Terwijl je zo op je knietjes zit heb ik mooi uitzicht op jouw kutje Slet. Die wil ik hard neuken en wel NU '' Ik schuif achter haar en voel dat ze nog steeds nat is. Langzaam steek ik mijn lul tussen haar lipjes en duw diep steeds sneller neuk ik haar . Ze kreunt ik voel haar schokken . '' Nog niet klaarkomen Slet . '' Ik trek me uit haar kutje. '' Hmmmm nog een gaatje. Die heb ik nog niet genomen .'' Ik zet mijn eikel tegen haar kontgaatje. Pak haar heupen beet. ''Oke Slet ?'' Ze knikt en langzaam pers ik mij in het natte gaatje . Ze kreunt en ik voel haar lichaam aan spannen als ik in een tepel knijp. Langzaam neuk ik haar tot ze schokkend weer klaarkomt. ''Nu wil ik dat je mij rustig pijpt tot ik klaarkom Slet '' Ze kijkt mij met een glimlach aan als ik de blinddoek af doe. '' Ja Mijn Koning met liefde. Heel veel liefde '' Met vrije handen begint ze te likken en te zuigen. Langzaam heeeel diep dan snel met een handje erbij met haar tong mijn eikel likken steeds een ander tempo. " Ik ga diep in jouw keel komen ! Anders kom ik nooit meer bij je . " " Oooh mijn God . Dat zal ik niet laten gebeuren mijn Prins. Al spuit je mijn pepertje helemaal vol maar terugkomen ga je doen.!!!" Terwijl ze met volle teugen aftrekt. Mijn lul begint te schokken en gelijk neemt ze hem in haar mond Haar lippen zakken tot mijn ballen en met haar tong kietelt ze mijn ballen die strak staan. Ik voel mijn dikke eikel in haar keel als ik voel dat ik spuit. Met beide handen pakt ze mijn billen en duwt me nog strakker tegen haar mond. Een diepe grom van uit mijn tenen laat ik los . Schokkend kom ik klaar en val terug op het bed. De laatste druppel eruit zuigend komt ze omhoog. " Nu ben ik echt wel leeg " " Ik zal je goed verwennen straks Prins. Ik heb nog een boel in petto voor ons." Ze kroop tegen mij aan als of ze nooit meer zou loslaten. In no time waren we beide vertrokken naar Neverland

28 April 2025

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The chapel was colder than they remembered. Or maybe it was just the way the candlelight bent beneath the vaulted ceilings—flickering shadows like reaching hands, stained glass windows bleeding color onto the stone floor in crimson and gold. The kind of place meant to make someone feel small. Guilty. Contained. They shouldn’t have come here. And yet. The devil stood near the altar, trying to wear indifference like a cloak. One hand traced the edge of the marble, fingers tapping a slow, nervous rhythm they hoped looked casual. But nothing felt casual. Not now. Not with that presenceapproaching from the far end of the chapel. The angel. Their arrival made the room still. Not quiet—still. Like the hush before a thunderstorm, or the moment between inhale and exhale when something important is about to be said. They didn’t speak at first. They didn’t need to. The weight of their gaze was enough to press against the devil’s skin like velvet over iron. Don’t look nervous. Don’t look impressed. The devil straightened their spine, forced a smirk. “So holy a place,” they murmured, voice hushed more by instinct than intention, “and yet you walk in like judgment itself.” The angel stopped a few feet away, head tilted, unreadable. “You think judgment requires thunder?” Their voice wasn’t loud. It was measured—like every word had been tested, weighed, chosen with surgical precision. The kind of voice that didn’t need to raise itself to command attention. And gods help them, the devil felt seen. They hated it. The angel stepped forward, slowly, calmly—like nothing in this chapel, not even the shadows, could move without their consent. The devil could feel the heat in their own cheeks, the tension coiling in their stomach like something caged. Something desperate to kneel but too proud to break. “This place,” the angel said, voice ringing against the stone like a soft bell toll, “was not built for wrath. It was built for surrender.” You don't know me, the devil wanted to say. You don't know what I am. What I’ve done. But they said nothing. Because the angel did know. They saw it all and still walked closer. “You carry chaos like armor,” the angel continued, each word peeling something back. “But you wouldn’t have come here if you didn’t want to lay it down.” The devil swallowed hard. Don’t look away. But their eyes dropped, just for a moment. Shame wasn’t the right word. Neither was fear. It was something quieter. More dangerous. A longing they didn’t know how to name. “I didn’t come to be saved,” they managed, voice barely a whisper now. “No,” the angel said, gently. “You came to be seen.” And they were. Every dark corner. Every cracked piece. Every mask. The angel reached out—not to touch, but to hover, their fingers suspended just above the devil’s chest. The absence of touch was worse than contact. It made the air too loud. Made the devil’s breath catch in their throat. Please, something inside them whispered. Please what? Please stop? Please touch me? Please… take this from me? “If I asked,” the angel murmured, “would you kneel?” A war broke out in the devil’s chest. Pride screamed no. Pride clawed at the walls. But the rest of them—the trembling, aching parts hidden beneath centuries of heat and smoke and teeth—those parts already had. They didn’t speak. They couldn’t. The angel smiled. Not victorious. Not cruel. Just knowing. “You already have.” The devil’s breath hitched—but they didn’t kneel. Not yet. The angel didn’t push. Just stood there, hand still suspended in the air, commanding without force, commanding with presence. The devil’s hands curled into fists. “You think I’ve never had control?” they murmured, trying—needing—to remind themselves of who they once were. And the angel’s gaze didn’t waver. “I know you’ve had it.” And that’s when it hit. The memory. It slammed into them like smoke and thunder. It was in another room—dark and humming, all silk shadows and low, thrumming music. The angel hadn’t been wrapped in white that night. No, they’d been stripped of symbols and sanctity, knees parted on black velvet, breath shaking with anticipation. The devil had circled them like a storm on the edge of breaking. “You don’t belong here,” the devil had whispered, brushing a fingertip along their jaw. “Not like this.” But the angel hadn’t backed away. Hadn’t spoken. They’d just looked up. Quiet, soft, completely still—and burning. That silence had begged. That silence had offered. And gods, the devil had taken. They remembered how the angel had tasted of restraint barely held in place. How they'd arched not with abandon, but with permission. How even their surrender had been a kind of control—measured, intentional. Back then, the devil had been the one guiding the game. The one pulling the strings. The one watching divinity unravel with every whispered command. Back then… the angel had trembled for them. The devil blinked, the chapel rushing back in around them like water over lungs. They looked up at the angel, whose face was unreadable—but something in their eyes said: I remember, too. Not as weakness. Not as defeat. But as balance. “I made you fall,” the devil said, breath shallow. The angel leaned in, their voice soft enough to cut bone. “No. You showed me how.” And suddenly, the devil didn’t feel smaller. Just exposed. Equal parts fear and craving, coiled tight beneath their skin. “You want to be good?” the angel whispered, lips near their ear, breath steady as a blade’s edge. “Show me.” The silence between them was thick with choice. And when the devil’s knees finally met stone, it wasn’t surrender. It was a return. The stone floor didn’t welcome them. Cold, rough, unforgiving—exactly as it should be. The devil lowered themselves slowly, resisting the instinct to brace against it. Knees pressed to the chapel’s aged marble, they exhaled through gritted teeth, not from pain—but from the weight of choosing this. The angel watched in silence, and the silence was loud. It wasn’t triumph in their eyes. No smugness. Just a deep, anchoring stillness—like they were holding space, not claiming victory. That made it worse. That made it real. The devil’s hands rested loosely on their thighs. Their head bowed, but not fully—caught in that hesitation between reverence and rebellion. “I used to make you tremble,” the devil whispered, more to the stone beneath them than to the angel. The angel moved closer. Slowly. Their boots echoed lightly, rhythm steady like a heartbeat. When they reached the devil, they didn’t touch them. They just circled—once—like a moon pulling tides. “You still could,” the angel said, their voice so soft it sank into the skin. “But you don’t want to.” No, the devil thought. I want to be undone. They didn’t say it. Couldn’t. But something in the set of their shoulders gave it away. The angel stepped behind them again, breath barely grazing the back of the devil’s neck. “Tell me what you’re remembering.” The devil shut their eyes. Damn them. Damn their calm, their patience. Damn the way their voice slid under every wall like it belonged there. But the memory came again unbidden. “You were so quiet,” the devil said, voice low. “I thought you’d shatter.” Behind them, the angel didn’t move. “You never asked me to beg.” “You didn’t need to.” The devil exhaled. “You begged in silence. You were always louder that way.” A pause stretched between them. Then the angel moved. Not to touch, but to be near. They knelt behind the devil—not mirroring, not mocking—just present. Their mouth hovered near the devil’s ear. “And now?” they asked. The devil’s lips parted. “Now I want to be small.” Their own words startled them. Truth spoken too easily. But the angel didn’t mock them. “Not weak. Never weak. Just… small enough to breathe again.” The devil shivered. The angel leaned forward, their breath feathering across the devil’s neck. “You don’t need fire in here.” “I don’t know who I am without it.” “You do,” the angel whispered. “You just don’t trust that I’ll hold it for you.” That hit somewhere deeper. A place the devil didn’t touch. Not even alone. The angel finally reached out. A fingertip, light as a whisper, traced the devil’s spine from the base of their neck down between their shoulder blades. A single line. A single breath. And the devil melted. Not collapsed. Not shattered. Melted. Their eyes fluttered shut. Their breath caught, chest rising in a rhythm that wasn’t quite theirs anymore. The angel’s hand moved with excruciating care—just enough touch to guide, never enough to overwhelm. “Do you remember,” the angel said softly, “what you told me the first time I let go?” The devil swallowed. “That I was proud of you.” The angel’s hand paused. Then resumed, slower this time. “Are you proud of yourself now?” The devil didn’t answer. Because they weren’t sure. The angel reached around slowly, fingers brushing the devil’s jaw. Full contact. Grounding. Gentle. “You are not less,” the angel murmured. “Not on your knees. Not in my hands. You are more, because you chose this.” The devil leaned into the touch. It wasn’t about defeat. It never had been. It was about being seen—fully, completely, without pretense. About being able to fall without fear. About knowing someone would catch them—not to cradle, but to hold them accountable to their own healing. The angel stood, the rustle of their robes soft against the stone. They stepped around to face the devil, who kept their eyes lowered—not in shame, but in deference. The angel’s voice carried a quiet authority now, like a vow. “Surrender is not silence. It is the loudest kind of trust. It says: I will not hide. I will not run. I am here, and I am yours—for now, for this.” The devil’s throat tightened. For now. For this. That was all they’d ever wanted. Not forever. Not absolution. Just a moment where they didn’t have to be the one holding all the fire. The angel retrieved a length of silk—deep crimson, the color of devotion dressed as temptation. They held it up between them like an offering. “You may refuse. You may walk away. I will not bind what does not choose me.” The devil stared at it. Not Can I control you?
But Will you let go with me? Their voice trembled. “Yes.” Warm silk slid around their wrists—slow, deliberate, not tight. Just enough to remind. Just enough to mark the choice. “You do not kneel to me,” the angel said. “You kneel to what you need.” This wasn’t punishment. It was worship. And in this chapel built for silence and shadow, they created something new: a ritual not of redemption, but of recognition. Here, in the stillness, the devil offered what no one had ever asked for—their truth. And the angel didn’t flinch. They knelt together in the quiet, the silk binding not control, but commitment. And in that moment, they both surrendered: One to the ache of letting go. The other to the weight of being trusted.

26 April 2025

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We were mutual friends of a friend, would see each other every now and then when we ran into each other at this friends house. I can’t speak for her, but I felt the spark the first second I met her. I did and said nothing that would make it awkward for us all and left it at that. Months go by and I drop in to this friends house unannounced and find her there alone. He had gone up to the shops and would be back shortly, I couldn’t wait so I turned to leave, telling her to let him know I stopped by. I got a few steps and I couldn’t help myself, I stopped at the door and walked back to her on the couch. I leaned down and slid my hand up her shoulder and around her throat. I squeezed hard enough to stop her breath and leaned in, slowly kissing her on the lips. I told her I’ve wanted to do that for so long and now I have. If she wanted to discuss it further to message me, otherwise we’ll pretend it never happened. I let go of her throat and left. Sure enough, a message from her a few minutes later and that’s how it started. We messaged back and forth and learned a lot of things about each other. She was submissively shy and I loved devouring every morsel of truth that she had never really told anyone before. I knew how to get her to open up and I knew when she was lying. I called her out on every lie or omission and peeled back her explanations until I got the truth, no matter how embarrassing or erotic. We would meet at her place, she shared a duplex with friends and her bottom floor bedroom was accessible from the back yard, reached through a side gate. The sex went from hot vanilla to mind blowing kinky within one session and we both opened up about boundaries and desires. I would make hers come true and she’d do the same. We realised we’re both well entrenched in the dark side of sex. I won’t bore you with the details of the semi-vanilla. She loved being woken up with a hand over the mouth and a hard cock sliding into her. I loved my hand around her throat and a fistful of her hair as I choked the submission into her. She loved the multiple orgasms she’d get from climbing on top and grinding while she was collared and leashed. I loved the way my words sounded repeated back to me in her moaning, submissive voice, her begging me to cum (or not cum, depending on the scenario) in her as I bred her almost every session. She loved as I spat in her mouth. I loved slapping her until my hand prints covered her whole body. I will bore you with the details of the two things that stand out for me. The first being her willingness to trust me enough to take her breath away. I would start gentle and short, hand around the throat in whatever position we were in, squeezing hard enough to stop the air for a while until she tapped me and I let go. I always let go, and she knew that. Knowing that, she would be happy to push the boundaries and I was happy to find out where they ended. Longer and longer, she would either ride my cock with her lungs slowly starving of air, or be tied up beneath me with both hands choking her harder and harder with each pounding stroke. She was given a tiny bell wrapped around her finger that she would flick to let me know I needed to stop, as she was often tied and/or gagged. She knew what I wanted and she knew she could trust me to keep her safe, so it didn’t take long until the boundary we were looking for dissolved completely. I would choke her for as long as I liked until she passed out. She was still given the bell to flick or the option to tap me to stop, but her submission involved me deciding whether I stopped when she tapped, or whether she would see stars, and drift unconscious as I slid in and out of her. As soon as she was out I would release the pressure. I would often swap positions and roughly pound her until she came to, or go down and gently lick her lips and suck her clit until I felt the jerk of her body when she came to and her squeal when she realised her pussy was being eaten while she ‘slept’. Starving the brain of oxygen is not something you can do as many times as you want in a session, so we were careful not to over-do it. Although several times she had to politely suggest a break as I lost myself in her and got carried away. We would alternate between breath play and simply putting her unconscious in my arms as I wrapped her up tight. I would be fucking her from behind, laying side by side on the bed, my arm wrapped around her throat, my cock sliding into her from behind and my hand on her clit. I would gently place her into a choke hold and slowly squeeze the sides of her neck with each stroke. Within 10-15 seconds the blood was no longer reaching that incredibly beautiful brain and she was out. Again I would often swap positions and roughly pound her until she came to, disorientated and scared, until she realised where she was and remembered what was happening and again, her body shook with the biggest orgasms I would ever feel from her. She had a kink about being sexually used while she was asleep/unconscious and I had a kink about choking and destroying a subs boundaries through pure domination . It was a perfect dynamic. The second thing that stands out for me, is her dark desire for role play that entails her lack of choice in the matter. Also known as CNC (Consensual Non-Consent) or rape play, and it’s a tricky scenario to make come true for a woman. At least to the more extreme levels anyway. She explained exactly what she wanted in detail and I was more than happy to fulfil it, as it was one of my dark desires as well. I outlined the rules, she added her thoughts, we both screenshotted the conversation and made sure each of us had recorded proof of us consenting in full, no legal grey areas. She would have no information or warning about the session other than the activities and level of violence she wanted to experience. She wished to be completely surprised and completely dominated in the most extreme sense of the word. Several weeks and a couple of sessions later with nothing too extreme involved, I decided on a day and time and without telling her (obviously) made my way to her place. It was early morning, around 5am but the sun was coming up and there was light. I parked down the street and walked to her duplex, down the side gate and into the back yard. I chose to have the experience at her place as opposed to a public place, as it was less likely someone would stumble across us and complicate things. And a kidnapping with a vehicle would require further planning so I would keep that for the next step. I knew she locked her screen door and left her sliding door open, but she locked the screen door with the latch and not the key. I was wearing all black, hoodie and jeans, and pulled out a black balaclava and put it over my head. I had brought with me a crappy steak knife that I wouldn’t miss from my kitchen and took it out as well, slicing the fly screen mesh next to her screen door latch. I slid my finger through the small hole I cut and flicked the latch, slowly sliding open the screen door. She was asleep, the room had enough light to see and I could see her on the bed. I gently climbed onto the bed and sat on top of her, my knees either side of her torso and she started to stir. Without saying a word, I clamped my hand over her mouth and shushed her as she groggily opened her eyes and saw the knife inches from her face, before her eyes shot wide with terror and she squirmed beneath me. I told her to be quiet or I’d hurt her, our agreed upon phrase that would a)let the other person know who it was, and b)begin the CNC session (and the rules and boundaries came into effect). It took a second but I saw her mind click and felt her body sink with relief. I whispered to her the things she told me she imagined her attacker saying. I threw in some of my own. I used the steak knife to cut her black singlet top she was sleeping in, straight up the middle from her stomach to her chest. Then I dragged the tip of the knife back down her skin, leaving a red line that stayed for a day or two afterwards. I ripped the singlet from her body and tied her hands, I cut the sides of her panties and pulled them through her thighs and shoved them into her mouth. The session went on for around two hours. I made sure to tick all the boxes of what she wanted in regards to the phrases that would be said and specific abuses she would suffer. After hours of choking, slapping, humiliation, and being thrown around and used, I whispered the phrase that signified the end of the session, which triggered her to say the final phrases that she would say. I was on top of her with her hands tied above her head, one hand holding her hands down and one hand around her throat, her legs spread and her sopping wet pussy being violently pounded. She started crying and begged me to stop (as she had been doing at the start of the session before submitting to ‘save her life’), pleading with me to leave. I growled at her to shut up and that I was going to cum, she shrieked and squealed, pleaded and begged and struggled as hard as she could, begging me not to cum inside her. She got slapped across the face and bred. Held down with heavy force as I grunted with each spurt. A minute or two to catch our breath and we both smiled at each other and broke character. Definitely one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life. This relationship happened over the course of about two years, spending more time together in some months than others. I tried to avoid discussing feelings we might have for each other, because I was in a relationship that I was never going to leave. But I found myself falling further and further in love with her as time went on. What started as friendship, then turned into amazing and incredible sex, then mutated into a deep need and a painful truth that I’d never be able to be with her the way I should be. I told her I loved her one day as she sat on top of me, slowly grinding my cock back and forth inside her. I had tried to say it the session before but had lost the nerve. I was a week or two away from leaving on a three year trip that would obviously end our relationship. I had to tell her before I left, so I did. So now it’s about six years later and we don’t talk or see each other anymore. I think it’s just easier for both of us. I can’t stand the thought of making her life complicated and being something negative in her life, rather than something positive. I literally think about her every day, and if she reads this hopefully she knows I’ll love her till the day I die. I know it’s going to be almost impossible to find someone like her but there’s no harm (and plenty of fun) in trying. Hope you enjoyed, feel free to get in touch if you like, and good girls are always, submissively shy…

10 April 2025

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Rosie led Marcus into the small, dim room. She sat close to her husband and wrapped her arms around his. Still, she knew he remained uneasy about her decision for tonight. To ease him, she turned his face to hers. “This is a gift. I’ve wanted this but have always been too shy. I’m brave tonight though.” She kissed him quickly on the cheek. The black curtains swished and opened. A tall woman appeared. Rosie bounced excitedly when she entered. “That’s her, that’s Senna,” Rosie whispered excitedly. “She’s gorgeous!” Senna graced the room with exotic beauty and exuded courage. She walked from here to there in her spiked high heels. She was draped simply in gold tinsel. The tinsel twisted and circled her torso, crisscrossing each heavy breast and wrapping around her waist and thighs. Rosie let her eyes roam over the woman’s body and smiled when she noticed round ball ornaments dangling from each brown nipple. Rosie felt excitement surge throughout her body. Without realizing, she cuddled her arms against her chest, as if clinging to a precious yet invisible doll. Senna easily hooked the pair with her lustfulness. “Merry Christmas, Rosie,” she said with a voice that oozed. Then she ran her hand over Marcus’s lap. “And a happy holiday hard-on to you.” Beginning her dance and dragging her hands through her hair, Senna allowed her breasts to sway. She shifted her hips as if doing a Hawaiian Hula. Then she double-timed her hips, which shook her whole body. She let the ornaments dangle in Marcus’s face. She leaned forward and feigned a kiss to Marcus. She pulled back. Instead, she turned to Rosie. They kissed, eyes closed and tongues playing. Rosie pulling Senna’s head closer in passion. Marcus only stared at them, a dumbfounded stare and an opened jaw. Their kiss broke, and Rosie brushed her tongue across her own lips. “Sugar plum?” Senna winked knowingly. Senna didn’t give Marcus time to collect his mind. She straddled him. Her body moved liquidly over his lap. She rocked her hips, grinding with an unheard, rhythmic beat. In her play, she turned away to let him watch her ass bounce, the flesh wiggling wildly. Then Rosie saw enough of Senna on Marcus, so she left. She knew her husband would not notice her disappearance. Senna continued to press herself hard on Marcus to make sure his cock remained stiffened. She reengaged her forward-facing grind. She lifted her tits and let the ornaments wiggle merrily until they fell into Marcus’s lap. The man had been possessed. He reached for her breasts, but Senna slapped them. She backed away before he could touch her breasts. Marcus turned to Rosie. “Where’d—?” Senna smiled. “We saved the best package for last.” Rosie pulled back the black curtain. She wore a short, unbuttoned Christmas sweater and a garter belt of tinsel. She strutted with Senna’s same grace and courage. Rosie strode across the room. She danced and slowly came to her husband. She stopped, peeked over her shoulder toward him, and bent over to pick up an invisible something for Marcus’s pleasure. She knelt before Marcus and glanced up. She unwrapped his pants and kissed his dick. She then slid it into her mouth. However, her body jolted, and she nearly choked on his cock when Senna’s hands slid around her and tugged her hardened nipples. Senna’s hands slinked into Rosie’s pussy. The long fingers gracefully petted Rosie’s clit. Senna’s massage spun Rosie’s mind and caused electricity to course from her heart to her fingertips. She worked harder on Marcus, as an involuntary reaction. Rosie heard Marcus grunt, so she worked harder. After a tiny spritz of precum on her tongue, his warm cum filled her mouth. She swished it around in her mouth, feeling the same texture as a raw oyster. Seeing his orgasm, Senna attended intensely to Rosie, leading to her peak. As Senna let the couple recoup, Rosie whispered, “She was gorgeous.” “No,” Marcus disagreed, “you are.”

31 March 2025

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“I was told you could be a disobedient slut and needed a firm hand. Now, what do you say?” His hand came down on my arse. Hard. “Yes sir. I’m sorry, sir.” “Say it again.” Again his hand slapped my arse, hard. “Yes sir. I’m sorry, sir.” “And what else?” Whack. Again he slapped my arse, hard. “Thank you sir.” “Now maybe you’ll think before you let somebody else go down on you without my permission.” I have a new Master and Mistress. But I’m still learning what they expect, and sometimes I can be disobedient and need to be disciplined. Yesterday I was visiting a friend. Telling him about my new situation made me very horny. So he suggested he go down on me to give me some relief. How could I refuse? He led me into the bedroom. I took off my dress, lay naked on the bed and spread my legs wide. He knelt between my legs and went to work with his tongue. He licked around my clit until I was writhing with pleasure. Then he put a finger in my cunt and started to massage my g-spot. My whole body trembled and I was just about to explode when he stopped what he was doing. I whimpered. “Please, please don’t stop.” But he was insistent. “You won’t cum until I decide you can.” He put his tongue back on my clit and started licking slowly. I moaned He put his finger back in my cunt and massaged until he felt me start to tremble. Again he stopped. I was almost crying by this time. “Please, please.” I could barely get the words out. He watched me writhe on the bed, begging him to continue, and to let me cum. He leaned back down and put his tongue back on my clit. He licked around my clit and down to my cunt, tasting my pussy juices. Then he put his finger back in my cunt, and another one in my arse. I moaned. This time when I started trembling he didn’t stop. He kept licking my clit and fingering my cunt and my arse until I exploded and squirted over his face. Still he didn’t stop. He kept licking and fingering me and I kept cumming, and cumming. Now I was begging him to stop, to let me finish. But he kept going. Finally, when I thought I couldn’t take any more he stopped. Of course I had to tell my new Master about it. And of course I had to be disciplined for being a disobedient slut. So now I was naked, with my wrists shackled to the ceiling, while he slapped my arse. He was very practiced at it, and made sure to slap the same place every time for maximum impact. And he slapped hard. He brought his hand down again. “You will thank me for every one of these, until you understand what you have done. Every time you sit down for the next few days you will remember that being a disobedient slut has consequences.” “Yes sir, thank you sir.” “And you will not get any relief today.” He gave me 12 of his best with his hand. Then two with the paddle for good measure. Finally, when my arse was red and glowing he unshackled me. “Now I’ll let you suck my cock until I cum. Then you can go home and think about what you’ve done. “Maybe next time I’ll get the dirty boy who told me about you to come and fuck you. Then maybe you’ll learn to do as you’re told.” “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. I will do whatever you tell me to.”

23 March 2025

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It’ll be 20 years ago next year since we met. I was mentally and emotionally fried and coming out of a short but nasty marriage. He was a lone wolf, looking for a woman who could take his thick 8” anally. We lived 20 minutes apart, and the meet-ups got hotter and harder and more frequent. Stress relief. His kisses were so perfect and warm; he aroused me just my meeting my lips with his own. We often got straight to business, and he loved my loud squeals as he drilled me deeply and roughly. One very special time, there was a bar stool he bent me over. He still mentions it when we reminisce. Life took a turn, as it always does. I needed to get my life into shape and into a more healthy and ambitious pattern. He moved away too, and the moments we had once shared became favourite memories. I cut communication, wanting to enable finding something real and conventional; ours was just animalistic and pure passion. We did reconnect some ten years ago, after he shared more of himself and his sexual inclinations. He’d experienced emasculation in a sissy dynamic and wanted to explore more, with me. I’d never had a dominant sexual role before, but the idea was incredibly hot to me. So we decided to meet up again, and this time, he’d be the one taking the cock. We both had an amazing night of fun together, but it’s true I didn’t feel confident or natural as his Mistress yet. It was so different to my entire sexual backstory, but I loved learning how to make love to him in his submission to me. We both wanted more, but the planets were misaligned. A decade has passed and we talk every day. Our deepest, darkest and most depraved thoughts and ideas can be spoken freely with one another, and always kept within the vault of secrecy we keep for each other. Neither of us want to muck around any more; we want to live our moments while we can. That means changing our lives to enable it. He will become my anal-only dominant, and I will take him as my sissy wife. He wants me to find another lover or two; for me to come home to him with my pussy well-used and my mind and heart full. We want to live out our fantasy life, and maybe that can become a vehicle for someone else living theirs too. And so the next adventure begins: the quest to find a discrete local man who wants a regular, passionate and ongoing sexual relationship, knowing that it’s not leading to sky-castles. Companionship and sex; one or two times per week.

10 March 2025

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