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My greatest fantasy has always been the hotwife, the slutty wife who has sex with others with her spouse's consent and often participation. I had met several couples who shared this proclivity and had enjoyed being the second man in some amazing threesomes. Along the way I had discovered the fluid nature of my own sexuality, interactions among all three in the ménage heightening the erotic exhilaration. I had yet to meet, however, a couple in which the submissive slut wife served others at her dominant husb...

Note: This is a work of fiction for adults only.
Lucy struggled to position herself for inspection as the cellblock door creaked open. Her punishment cell left her few options but she knew that any missed details would only extend her stay. She was in an upright kneeling position with her back angled slightly forward and her knees spread far apart, drawing attention to the thick dildo that penetrated her stretched pussy lips. She could not lift herself off this as thin chains extended from each of her ri...

In the bedroom, Lacey curled under the covers, heart still fluttering, legs aching with a tension she didn't quite understand. Her skin was flushed, her breath uneven, as if she'd just sprinted up the stairs instead of walked.
She lay on her side, hands tucked under her cheek, eyes staring into the darkness, but the world behind her closed eyelids was blindingly bright....

This is Chapter 9 of "Brenna at The Academy". Reading all chapters in sequence is recommended for context and maximum enjoyment.
This series is a work of complete fiction and fantasy borne of the imagination. All characters and locations are fictional and any resemblance to real people, names, events or places is purely coincidental. All fictional characters are consenting adults having a good time, in safe circumstances. I hope you enjoy the stories!...

Chapter 1 The Pink Dress
I started getting ready for him.
I chose a pink shirt dress, soft and innocent at first glance, but when I buttoned it just right, it hinted at the sinful things I wanted him to do to me. The collar framed my throat perfectly. I left the top undone for a teasing peek of cleavage, the hem fastened just a few inches above my knees. Sexy enough to whisper secrets without shouting them....

'Now, here,' Dan looked up and Shell, now his owner, spat on his face again. 'Lick my asshole you fucking cunt,' she said with a huge grin on her face.  
On the video feed to the TV screen I could see he was kneeling behind her in an instant, and as she held my hips, me pushing myself back onto the dildo and wriggling to get it as deep as it could go, he undid the crotch strap buckle and let the strap fall between her legs. Shell then moved her feet apart and bent forward a bit as Dan held her hips to pu...

Chapter 39: A spark
"So, want to join me and fight this guy?" demanded Corantin.
It was the next day. Corantin had just told Amari what had happened. In the aftermath of the previous day's events, Corantin was lost on how to beat Lucas. He was too skillful at using multiple elements, Corantin had to be prepared for everything it seemed. More concerning still, he had to track that guy, and with how resourceful that guy had proven yesterday, the young lord knew it would not be easy. That why he had prop...

Well, let me recap the events of the day. Six years after I left, my adopted father suffered a massive stroke, ending up in the ICU for three weeks before he died. I found the house in disarray; I took over the house and their lives. Gave them an option: be my slaves or leave permanently. They chose the former. Now we get back to the fun and torture....

Chapter Six: A summons
When I was young and used to play with my Barbie dolls, I would create whole worlds on my bedroom floor. I had a few different outfits for her, and a Barbie house, and a Ken, and various accessories that I'd saved up for with my pocket money and bought every few months when I could afford them....

The following erotic BDSM story has themes of humiliation, control, raceplay and other darker themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read....

We had been members of this BDSM club for a number of years now and had become very respected members. So much so that we had even got a reputation for the shows we would sometimes put on as part of our exhibitionist streak.
Tonight was one of those nights and I had already told him I was in one of my very submissive moods. He smiled back telling me he had a few ideas for the night but I would have to wait to see what they would be....

Written for the lesbian cuck-lovers.
"Oooooohhhhhh myyyyy goooooood" came the scream from Lara's headphones, as the girl on her computer screen was forced face-down into the mattress. An exceptionally large, hard cock was gliding in and out of her, and her muffled moans continued from the mattress....

"Hi Maggie!"
"Hi! How did it go, Leib?" She always called me Leib. She sounded excited
"It's... err... I've not quite... you know... he's still tied up at the moment..." I was a bit dazed by my orgasm.
"Sorry! Oh shit! Are you still... is he... you know...?" She sounded embarrassed, but still excited....

At the airport, people would often go receive loved ones, and use the excuse to get Nandos, or a late night lounging snack. It was Sunday night, and the returning ones had returned from India.
They were empty, from faraway excursion, and were thinking of being home already. Fatima and Asad, and their children, were received by a family member. He was a capable middle aged man, and carried some of their load. Maher, and his mother Hafsa, were by themselves. The group looked for their exits, insensitive to...

You invited a friend over tonight. You told me that he is someone you respect -- accomplished, charismatic, confident. You admire him, and now you want him to see me.
We are in New York, tucked away in our hotel room together. Our penthouse room is spacious, with a stunning view of Central Park. We've just returned from dinner -- you treated me to an upscale sushi restaurant in Manhattan. It was absolutely perfect -- a romantic candlelit setting, delicious food, and, best of all, your undivided attention...

I'm in the kitchen on my knees. I hope you don't notice that I'm hiding behind my hair as I pull the kitchen towel over the mess of egg and flour that covers the floor, the cabinet, the countertop. I have agreed to this. I know it. You know it. But I can't help the bit of salt water that falls from the corner of my eye....

Authors Note: This is the last two chapters of this story. I hope you enjoyed my first BDSM story. I look forward to reading your comments. If I get some ideas I might write some stories covering his other stays in other cities. Thanks to Helen1899 for the suggestions which got me started on this.
All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 or older. All of my works on this site are copywritten by CurrentParameter and may only be used or reused with permission....

Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order which means you should absolutely read chapter 43 and 44 first. Also, If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1 as well as Chapter 13 -- 15 which sets the background for Schwartz Iron Works....

Most ponies were led around by the reins, or a leash clipped to a tastefully designed collar. But here was Sera, following along with nothing more than a bit in her mouth and a pair of pony ears perched atop her head. You could almost say she was wearing a metaphorical leash as she moved along behind Aurora out of the training barn and through into the barn that Sera had originally come through. The only difference is that now this barn was busy like a beehive....

All participants in this story are 18 and older.
I have enjoyed self bondage since I was 18. I started off as an amateur. I used belts and toy handcuffs to create bondage situations, but I could always easily escape. As I got into my mid-twenties, I started to get more daring. I bought some bondage equipment. I bought leather cuffs that went around my ankles and wrists, and an under-the-bed bondage kit. I would padlock all four limbs to the straps until I was spread eagle across the bed. It was always ch...

Title: "Sub, Slave, Sissy". Martha's New Challenge.
Another adventure with Martha. I have written past stories involving Martha. Feel free to read them. But you can still read this story without reading the previous Martha stories. Hope you enjoy it.
Martha wasn't completely sure when she had become a Dominatrix. She knew it started in high school. That is when she first started to manipulate other students for her benefit. It wasn't just for sexual purposes. It was more an amazing new learning experi...

Chapter 1: Left Out and Lit Up
It was a chilly March evening--the kind where the cold doesn't bite, it lingers. I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the curves of my black backless dress. The fabric clung to my hips like it had been poured on. It dipped low across my chest, showcasing just enough cleavage to be called dangerous. Paired with my 8-inch black platform stilettos, I was sex in silhouette....

Author's note: This is the third chapter of House Rules, a multi-part story involving a triangle between a babyface wrestler, his gf, and an alpha heel. It involves cuckolding, male domination, female domination, bisexuality and NTR. If those aren't your things, please move on
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I didn't say goodbye. I just left. Still hard. Still aching. Panties still clutched in my fist. My mind was reeling. I had never experienced anything like that threesome before. And Jordan? Just telling me to go home?...

She woke up still gagged.
The inside of her thighs was sticky with need.
The metal plug had shifted in her sleep -- each movement a reminder that she was owned, filled, watched.
Ashley pulled the ball gag from her mouth slowly, strings of drool clinging to the strap. Her jaw ached, her lips were swollen. And she loved it....

Sylvia's Bondage Date Ch. 7
Friday night. "Date Night," the evening Sylvia and Jason had agreed to reserve for more heavy-duty sexual activities.
Slyvia lay on her back, naked and spread-eagled, her favourite panel gag with the built-in stuffer ball tightly strapped into her mouth and over the lower part of her face. The wide padded cuffs that held her wrists and ankles were snug, but were designed not to cut into flesh even when pulled tight, and the light chains that led from the cuffs to the eyebol...

Rules of BDSM Manor - safety, respect, and consent.
Note to reader: You will get more from these characters if you read the stories in order, but it's not compulsory.
Tess-O'Meter -- Green
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After the fourth attempt I managed to get my key in the lock. Stumbling over my suitcase, my bag sliding from my shoulder, I slapped my hand against the hall wall to prevent faceplanting....

My desire to put my naked body on display for the prurient enjoyment of strangers is a guilty secret of mine. The only person I've ever confided in about my desires is my best friend, Melissa.
Melissa admitted that she found my exhibitionist tendencies to be odd, however, as my friend she wants to do whatever it takes to make me happy. As a result, she's become my accomplice in my plans to put my naked body on display in public....

I obeyed.
Like in some dream my tongue swept across my lips, shuddering as, for the very first time, I tasted myself.
I never -- not even in my filthiest, most deranged fantasies -- imagined my mouth would be anywhere near someone else's cum... let alone my own.
Sure, there were watercooler stories -- those MMF threesomes where some poor guy caught a stray drop on his lip or somewhere else....

The parking lot of The Pineapple Club was full when I pulled in and found a spot next to a brand new BMW. I looked over at my wife, and I watched her eyes as she scanned the parking lot, and her foot started to jiggle nervously. Our last trip had forever changed our sex lives, and I knew that this trip would push the envelope even farther,...

"I'm forty-seven years old! And it's been ages, over five years, since I've even had a proper date, let alone... well, you know. And now, now," my voice began to tremble, a little sniffle escaping as I fought back the tears, "now I have a doctor who's delivered a death sentence. A real, honest-to-goodness, gut-wrenching, utterly final death sentence."...