Bdsm Restriction


Chapter 2: Mr. Bill and me

As I slowly opened my eyes and became aware of my surroundings I realized I was no longer on the couch with Bill. When I fall asleep, I go almost comatose, especially if I've had some red wine, and there is almost nothing that will wake me. At times it is rather scary that I sleep that way.

Girls Play Tent at Nude Camp

The girls around the block put their request with my stepdaughter to attend the "nudist colony" for the weekend. We joined about 7 years ago and it has been the best investment any incestuous family could make...We have a few BDSM friends at the camp site who occupy the basement in the main clubhouse. Usually they have a few sex slaves but when they have unsuspecting first timers who need constant attention, our friends put on quite a show for the camp site. This is my 3rd marriage in 10 years.

Some Bondage

I began to lead you back to my house, as we approached, I blindfolded you and ushered you inside. I sat you down and removed your blindfold, you soon realised that you were in a bright room with only a chair and some toys on the table. Your eyes widened as you realised you had been gagged and tied up. I began to slowly pull off your clothes; you couldn't stop me even if you wanted me too. You could tell, I wasn't going to; I began pulling off your bikini top, revealing your perky round large breasts. I through it across the room aggressively before i began to slide down your body and pulling your thong off with my teeth. .

Wet Dreams

I know there has to be something wrong with this apartment. No one rents out a huge loft like this for one-tenth of the market value unless it's haunted or something. But since I haven't found a steady job yet, I don't really have a lot of options. This is all that I can afford. I search the place thoroughly, but I can't find anything obviously wrong with it -- no rats, no roaches, no bloodstains, and the plumbing and electricity both work. I go to bed feeling extremely lucky. When I wake up, though, it's a different story. My asshole is sore, like I've been ridden hard, but I broke up with my boyfriend months ago and haven't been laid since.

Abigail, part two

The Club. Their invitations arrived in a pink envelope in Monday morning's post. Neither of them had really expected their application to be successful, but now that it was and had become a reality, their excitement was tinged with some trepidation.

Jemma

It looks like a rape, but read on and discover that it isn't. The following story is based on the imagination of a reader who has given permission for the use of her ideas. For the sake of privacy, her name will not be published and does not bare any resemblance to the characters portrayed herein. The beginning is entirely her story, with only editorial alterations, background, in fills and the conclusion on my part. As with all of the works posted by me, under my name, it is protected by international copyright and may not be copied, published or posted under any other name without express permission of the author.

Perfect slave

The perfect SlaveDenise really was the perfect slave. The level of submission and compliance was far beyond that of any I had experienced before and I have been training slaves for a long time. The golden rule is establishing a safe word at the very beginning. It can be anything that wouldn't be used in the context of sex so a word like "apricot" is good. Denise had never used her word even though I had taken her to extremes of torment. Never once had she complained when my whip slashed at her skin, raising deep red welts across her tits and buttocks. Using a speculum on her hadn't fazed her at all.

Syndee's Surprise

My husband told me this about our first truly surprise blindfold encounter. After some quiet kissing and touching raises excitement, I tell you that I have a surprise for you, but you must totally submit to my wishes to experience it. After thinking for a short time, you agree, knowing that I will not hurt you in any way and you trust me completely. We go to the bedroom where I help you remove your clothes except for the sexy little thong you are wearing. I touch you gently; caressing your soft skin with my finger tips and continue to kiss you on your lips. I brush gently against your ear and you shudder with excitement and your nipples instantly harden to excited points.

Syndee Meets Steve

My wife and I like sex in many ways. She has always been open-minded about sex and this was one of the reasons I married her. She was free and open with her body when we were dating and indulged my fantasies. Many of my fantasies involved her naked in public, flashing truckers, shoe shopping with a short skirt and no panties, and just general flashing. Another of my fantasies involves fueling her freedom to do what she likes when she finds some interest. This fantasy involves her having sex with other men. While we dated she was open to my suggestions that we advertise in a swingers magazine so I went ahead and did that.

A dog day afternoon

We had been together for a couple of years and had our share of energetic sex, but lately Carla had been a bit wilder than normal. She had flashed me in public a couple of times where there was no way someone else hadn't seen her. The last time she did it, 2 guys were walking by and got a good look at her. I could tell they saw her bare tits when they smiled and nodded at me. One day she had driven home naked and I watched as she got out of the car with nothing on and walked across the parking lot of our complex smiling at me the whole time. It was very sexy to see her naked body in the glow of the lights, seeing her small patch and watch her tits bounce as she came up the small flight of stairs.