Hi mostly what the posts say. I am not new to kinks but I am new to twist and thinking of visiting soon. Any F centric tips?
no this is not an invitation for men to message
I am leaving the city with 2 success stories. Than k you. See you in other cities
I was still riding the high of the first when I hopped on Reddit looking for more of the same thrill. (First success story posted on my profile) Now on to last meet up. I didn’t even plan to meet anyone new at first in this visit. I was thinking its for next visit. But then he caught my eyes. u/kinkyplayerm
I sent a short message back describing exactly what I was craving, and he replied within minutes with an offer I couldn’t ignore.
We met at a quiet hotel. He was waiting in the hallway when I walked up, same sharp \eyes, same confident stride.
He took me to his room. The second he unlocked the door he had me against it again, but this he didn't rush. He took his time, backing me toward the bed while his hands explored every inch of me like he was memorizing it. He pushed me onto the bed first, hands rough but gentle on my hips, guiding me until I was on my back with my legs spread. I felt the weight of his body come down, solid and hot, his knee pushing between my thighs. “You came all this way looking for something real,” . “You’re about to get it.” His fingers found the edge of my panties first, teasing, pulling the thin fabric aside. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, but he didn’t rush. He circled my clit slow, then faster, two thick fingers sliding inside me while his thumb kept time on my swollen nub.
The sounds were obscene, wet and slick, filling the room. I arched up, chasing it, moaning his name like a prayer. “Please,” I gasped. “I need to cum.” He pulled his hand away without warning, fingers glistening, and grinned down at me. “Not yet, baby. You’re going to take what I give you.” I whined, hips rolling desperately against empty air, but he just laughed softly and stood up.
From his bag he pulled a leather leash, thick and polished. He looped it around my throat, not choking, just enough pressure to remind me who was in control. The metal ring clicked against his palm as he tugged me up and off the sofa. My legs felt shaky, knees weak, pussy throbbing in protest.
He dragged me to the bed by that leash like I was his, boots silent on the carpet, my heels clicking after him. I kept pace, heart hammering, because fighting it never crossed my mind. At the foot of the bed he stopped, gave the leash a gentle yank, and I crawled up on all fours, back arched, ass presented.
He stood at the edge of the mattress and run a single finger down the center of my spine, slow and deliberate. Then he wrote on me. With his own cum from earlier in the night, he pressed his finger against my lower back and drew a line, thick and black. Below it, another one, then another, until my entire back was covered in his writing: HIS. OWNED. MINE. Each letter was a brand. My skin prickled, heat pooling between my legs even as humiliation burned my cheeks. “Every inch of you belongs to me tonight,” he said, voice calm as he traced the letters again. “You don’t cum unless I say. You don’t speak unless I say.” I had my safe word but I didn’t need them”
He kept going, circling the words on my back, then sliding his hand down to squeeze my ass hard enough to leave marks. “Look at you, begging already and I’ve barely touched you properly. Pathetic little slut in heat. You want my cock so bad you’re shaking, but you’re going to stay wet and denied until I decide it’s time.” I was shaking. My thighs trembled.
Every brush of his fingers against my clit, every time he pulled the leash to make me arch harder, sent sparks straight to my core. He’d write another line, then rub the ink into my skin until it smeared slightly, then slap my ass so the sting mixed with the burn. He’d make me repeat after him in a whisper, “I’m your property.” Over and over. Each time my voice cracked and my pussy clenched around nothing. He’d finger me deep, curling just right, then stop and stare at my dripping cunt like it was a beautiful crime. “Not yet,” he’d say every single time. “You’re going to earn it.” Hours felt like minutes and hours at the same time
The room smelled like sex and whiskey and us. My body was a live wire, nipples tight, breasts heavy, thighs slick. Every denial made me hungrier. I was a mess of sweat and need, but he just kept writing, kept teasing, kept reminding me exactly who had the leash. Finally, after what felt like forever, he climbed onto the bed behind me. He took the leash, looped it over the headboard, and tugged me up onto my knees. “Look at me.” I turned my head. His cock was hard, thick, already leaking. He pushed it against my entrance and slid in slow, stretching me open. The fullness was everything. I cried out, back bowing. He fucked me like he owned me, deep and punishing, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Cum for me,” he growled. “Right fucking now.” I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me so hard my vision whited out, my walls clamping down around him as I screamed his name.
We finished with cuddling and kisses
I have been guilty of my hyper sexuality as long as I can remember.
Recently, I started travelling for work to SF and few other places in USA and met some really experienced dominants. One particularly helped me deep dive into my sexuality and understand myself so much better.
i am not sure if anyone felt that but I have felt so much release. I recently was talking to someone about the change in me and decided I should post here.
Has anyone else had this acceptance moment?
I have already had two mind blowing meetups in this city. I’ll be visiting again the coming weekend and hoping to hit a hat trick
I am a married, 33 year old female who has dipped her toes in BDSM a bit.
I am petite, easy to look at and throw around, and really fun outside the bedroom.
I am seeking any of the following
A dominant who knows what he is doing
A submissive that’s obedient
Friends in the city that are kinky.
Please reach out and tell me which one are you seeking.
i often post about my success stories in Seattle and SF. I get men asking for names of woman I talk to and all sorts of shit. This is a new low.
I am leaving the city with 2 success stories. Than k you
I was still riding the high of the first when I hopped on Reddit looking for more of the same thrill. (First success story posted on my profile) Now on to last meet up. I didn’t even plan to meet anyone new at first in this visit. I was thinking its for next visit. But then he caught my eyes. u/kinkyplayerm
I sent a short message back describing exactly what I was craving, and he replied within minutes with an offer I couldn’t ignore.
We met at a quiet hotel. He was waiting in the hallway when I walked up, same sharp \eyes, same confident stride.
He took me to his room. The second he unlocked the door he had me against it again, but this he didn't rush. He took his time, backing me toward the bed while his hands explored every inch of me like he was memorizing it. He pushed me onto the bed first, hands rough but gentle on my hips, guiding me until I was on my back with my legs spread. I felt the weight of his body come down, solid and hot, his knee pushing between my thighs. “You came all this way looking for something real,” . “You’re about to get it.” His fingers found the edge of my panties first, teasing, pulling the thin fabric aside. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, but he didn’t rush. He circled my clit slow, then faster, two thick fingers sliding inside me while his thumb kept time on my swollen nub.
The sounds were obscene, wet and slick, filling the room. I arched up, chasing it, moaning his name like a prayer. “Please,” I gasped. “I need to cum.” He pulled his hand away without warning, fingers glistening, and grinned down at me. “Not yet, baby. You’re going to take what I give you.” I whined, hips rolling desperately against empty air, but he just laughed softly and stood up.
From his bag he pulled a leather leash, thick and polished. He looped it around my throat, not choking, just enough pressure to remind me who was in control. The metal ring clicked against his palm as he tugged me up and off the sofa. My legs felt shaky, knees weak, pussy throbbing in protest.
He dragged me to the bed by that leash like I was his, boots silent on the carpet, my heels clicking after him. I kept pace, heart hammering, because fighting it never crossed my mind. At the foot of the bed he stopped, gave the leash a gentle yank, and I crawled up on all fours, back arched, ass presented.
He stood at the edge of the mattress and run a single finger down the center of my spine, slow and deliberate. Then he wrote on me. With his own cum from earlier in the night, he pressed his finger against my lower back and drew a line, thick and black. Below it, another one, then another, until my entire back was covered in his writing: HIS. OWNED. MINE. Each letter was a brand. My skin prickled, heat pooling between my legs even as humiliation burned my cheeks. “Every inch of you belongs to me tonight,” he said, voice calm as he traced the letters again. “You don’t cum unless I say. You don’t speak unless I say.” I had my safe word but I didn’t need them”
He kept going, circling the words on my back, then sliding his hand down to squeeze my ass hard enough to leave marks. “Look at you, begging already and I’ve barely touched you properly. Pathetic little slut in heat. You want my cock so bad you’re shaking, but you’re going to stay wet and denied until I decide it’s time.” I was shaking. My thighs trembled.
Every brush of his fingers against my clit, every time he pulled the leash to make me arch harder, sent sparks straight to my core. He’d write another line, then rub the ink into my skin until it smeared slightly, then slap my ass so the sting mixed with the burn. He’d make me repeat after him in a whisper, “I’m your property.” Over and over. Each time my voice cracked and my pussy clenched around nothing. He’d finger me deep, curling just right, then stop and stare at my dripping cunt like it was a beautiful crime. “Not yet,” he’d say every single time. “You’re going to earn it.” Hours felt like minutes and hours at the same time
The room smelled like sex and whiskey and us. My body was a live wire, nipples tight, breasts heavy, thighs slick. Every denial made me hungrier. I was a mess of sweat and need, but he just kept writing, kept teasing, kept reminding me exactly who had the leash. Finally, after what felt like forever, he climbed onto the bed behind me. He took the leash, looped it over the headboard, and tugged me up onto my knees. “Look at me.” I turned my head. His cock was hard, thick, already leaking. He pushed it against my entrance and slid in slow, stretching me open. The fullness was everything. I cried out, back bowing. He fucked me like he owned me, deep and punishing, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Cum for me,” he growled. “Right fucking now.” I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me so hard my vision whited out, my walls clamping down around him as I screamed his name.
We finished with cuddling and kisses and I am back in the flight home
So I am back again. I visit SF often and have some of my best escapades in the city.
I am a very mouldable submissive and enjoy a broad spectrum of kinks.
I am rather petite and fit. Happy to send verification pictures.
If you are a female, and have recommendations please share.
My success story with my last dominant u/curioustoplay1990 if you are curious about my style
It was wild how well we connected. I had already heard his name from a friend on Reddit.
When I got there he greeted me with a warm hug that quickly turned commanding. He told me to undress while he watched from the bed. I took off my clothes piece by piece under his steady gaze, feeling that delicious mix of nervousness and thrill. Once I was naked he pulled me close and kissed me deeply before whispering, “Such a eager little slut for me already.”
He started by binding my wrists together above my head and attaching them to the headboard. The ropes felt snug and secure. Then he brought out some nipple clamps and slowly tightened them on me. The sharp pinch made me gasp and sent heat rushing straight between my legs. He smiled and gave the chain a gentle tug, watching my reaction. “Look at you squirming already,” he said. The light sting mixed perfectly with the growing ache in my pussy.
He spent a long time teasing me with his hands and mouth, sucking on my clamped nipples, fingering me slowly, then faster, always stopping right before I could cum. I was dripping and desperate, moaning and begging without shame. He called me his needy whore but his voice was full of lust, which only made me wetter. Every word and every touch made me feel completely desired.
When he finally climbed on top of me and pushed inside, I moaned so loudly I surprised myself. He felt thick and perfect, filling me up completely. He fucked me with long, powerful strokes while holding my bound wrists, his body pressed against mine. The clamps on my nipples bounced with every thrust, sending little sparks of pain-pleasure through me. I came hard the first time, clenching around him as waves of heat rolled through my whole body. It felt like every nerve was lighting up at once.
He flipped me over onto my stomach, still keeping my wrists tied, and took me from behind. This angle felt even deeper. He grabbed my hips and drove into me harder, one hand occasionally slapping my ass. I pushed back against him, lost in how good it all felt. The second orgasm hit me even stronger, making my legs shake and my mind go beautifully blank. I floated there in that perfect subspace where nothing else existed except his cock, his hands, and the incredible sensations running through me.
He kept going, switching positions again so I was riding him. I ground down on his cock while he looked up at me, occasionally tugging the chain on my nipples. I felt powerful and completely owned at the same time. When he finally pulled out and came across my chest and stomach, the warm spurts felt like a dirty, wonderful reward.
Afterward he removed the clamps and ropes so gently, then pulled me into his arms right away. He held me tight against his chest, stroking my hair and telling me how perfect I was. He brought me water, cleaned me up with a warm towel, and rubbed soothing lotion over my sore nipples and red ass. I felt so safe and cared for. My body was buzzing with endorphins and I couldn’t stop smiling.
That night was intense in the best way. The mix of roughness, control, and those few degrading words made everything feel electric. I felt truly seen, truly used, and truly satisfied. He knew exactly how to push me right to the edge and then hold me while I floated back down. I left there glowing, sore in the most delicious places, and already hoping we could do it again soon.
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As you all know I am active in Seattle community and often talk to woman discussing our experiences.
I have been recently hearing a lot of woman exploring gang bang scenes with group of men they haven’t met. In each of these experiences, it’s likely turning awkward or scary.
Its not targeted at certain men but what I have seen is exploring gangbang with at least one man you know is much safer.
II couldn’t believe how fast it happened. We had been chatting for maybe an hour when he suggested meeting that same night. Something about his confidence just clicked with me and before I knew it I was driving over, heart pounding the whole way.
When I got there he greeted me with a warm hug that quickly turned commanding. He told me to undress while he watched from the bed. I took off my clothes piece by piece under his steady gaze, feeling that delicious mix of nervousness and thrill. Once I was naked he pulled me close and kissed me deeply before whispering, “Such a eager little slut for me already.”
He started by binding my wrists together above my head and attaching them to the headboard. The ropes felt snug and secure. Then he brought out some nipple clamps and slowly tightened them on me. The sharp pinch made me gasp and sent heat rushing straight between my legs. He smiled and gave the chain a gentle tug, watching my reaction. “Look at you squirming already,” he said. The light sting mixed perfectly with the growing ache in my pussy.
He spent a long time teasing me with his hands and mouth, sucking on my clamped nipples, fingering me slowly, then faster, always stopping right before I could cum. I was dripping and desperate, moaning and begging without shame. He called me his needy whore but his voice was full of lust, which only made me wetter. Every word and every touch made me feel completely desired.
When he finally climbed on top of me and pushed inside, I moaned so loudly I surprised myself. He felt thick and perfect, filling me up completely. He fucked me with long, powerful strokes while holding my bound wrists, his body pressed against mine. The clamps on my nipples bounced with every thrust, sending little sparks of pain-pleasure through me. I came hard the first time, clenching around him as waves of heat rolled through my whole body. It felt like every nerve was lighting up at once.
He flipped me over onto my stomach, still keeping my wrists tied, and took me from behind. This angle felt even deeper. He grabbed my hips and drove into me harder, one hand occasionally slapping my ass. I pushed back against him, lost in how good it all felt. The second orgasm hit me even stronger, making my legs shake and my mind go beautifully blank. I floated there in that perfect subspace where nothing else existed except his cock, his hands, and the incredible sensations running through me.
He kept going, switching positions again so I was riding him. I ground down on his cock while he looked up at me, occasionally tugging the chain on my nipples. I felt powerful and completely owned at the same time. When he finally pulled out and came across my chest and stomach, the warm spurts felt like a dirty, wonderful reward.
Afterward he removed the clamps and ropes so gently, then pulled me into his arms right away. He held me tight against his chest, stroking my hair and telling me how perfect I was. He brought me water, cleaned me up with a warm towel, and rubbed soothing lotion over my sore nipples and red ass. I felt so safe and cared for. My body was buzzing with endorphins and I couldn’t stop smiling.
That night was intense in the best way. The mix of roughness, control, and those few degrading words made everything feel electric. I felt truly seen, truly used, and truly satisfied. He knew exactly how to push me right to the edge and then hold me while I floated back down. I left there glowing, sore in the most delicious places, and already hoping we could do it again soon. I have never felt more alive or more beautifully broken down and put back together.
I usualily type long stories about the amazing Seattle men I have been with. Today, I am doing something different. my story in stats
Men fucked: 14
Men I really enjoyed: 4
Women who I discussed men of Seattle with: 17
Men I avoided thanks to recommendation of others: 20+
Highest number of orgasms in a night: 21 (you are a god)
Holes used: all 3, over and over
Weirdest place I fucked: On yacht under the fireworks.
Pending messages: 300+
I am open if you text any questions.
I couldn’t believe how fast it happened. We had been chatting for maybe an hour when he suggested meeting that same night. Something about his confidence just clicked with me and before I knew it I was driving over, heart pounding the whole way. We met in an open place, talked for a bit to do a gut check. I had already heard his name from a friend on Reddit.
When I got there he greeted me with a warm hug that quickly turned commanding. He told me to undress while he watched from the bed. I took off my clothes piece by piece under his steady gaze, feeling that delicious mix of nervousness and thrill. Once I was naked he pulled me close and kissed me deeply before whispering, “Such a eager little slut for me already.”
He started by binding my wrists together above my head and attaching them to the headboard. The ropes felt snug and secure. Then he brought out some nipple clamps and slowly tightened them on me. The sharp pinch made me gasp and sent heat rushing straight between my legs. He smiled and gave the chain a gentle tug, watching my reaction. “Look at you squirming already,” he said. The light sting mixed perfectly with the growing ache in my pussy.
He spent a long time teasing me with his hands and mouth, sucking on my clamped nipples, fingering me slowly, then faster, always stopping right before I could cum. I was dripping and desperate, moaning and begging without shame. He called me his needy whore but his voice was full of lust, which only made me wetter. Every word and every touch made me feel completely desired.
When he finally climbed on top of me and pushed inside, I moaned so loudly I surprised myself. He felt thick and perfect, filling me up completely. He fucked me with long, powerful strokes while holding my bound wrists, his body pressed against mine. The clamps on my nipples bounced with every thrust, sending little sparks of pain-pleasure through me. I came hard the first time, clenching around him as waves of heat rolled through my whole body. It felt like every nerve was lighting up at once.
He flipped me over onto my stomach, still keeping my wrists tied, and took me from behind. This angle felt even deeper. He grabbed my hips and drove into me harder, one hand occasionally slapping my ass. I pushed back against him, lost in how good it all felt. The second orgasm hit me even stronger, making my legs shake and my mind go beautifully blank. I floated there in that perfect subspace where nothing else existed except his cock, his hands, and the incredible sensations running through me.
He kept going, switching positions again so I was riding him. I ground down on his cock while he looked up at me, occasionally tugging the chain on my nipples. I felt powerful and completely owned at the same time. When he finally pulled out and came across my chest and stomach, the warm spurts felt like a dirty, wonderful reward.
Afterward he removed the clamps and ropes so gently, then pulled me into his arms right away. He held me tight against his chest, stroking my hair and telling me how perfect I was. He brought me water, cleaned me up with a warm towel, and rubbed soothing lotion over my sore nipples and red ass. I felt so safe and cared for. My body was buzzing with endorphins and I couldn’t stop smiling.
That night was intense in the best way. The mix of roughness, control, and those few degrading words made everything feel electric. I felt truly seen, truly used, and truly satisfied. He knew exactly how to push me right to the edge and then hold me while I floated back down. I left there glowing, sore in the most delicious places, and already hoping we could do it again soon. I have never felt more alive or more beautifully broken down and put back together.
As always I got his recommendation from a friend. I always tell my good men.
(deleted original post because he doesn’t want his name on it anymore. Reposted without name)
I have been dipping my toes and a whole lot more into the local kink scene for a couple years now and wanted to put this out there. I am a woman in my 30s who started pretty new and nervous but ended up connecting with four really good Doms here in Seattle. Each one taught me something different, pushed me in ways I did not expect, and left me feeling safe and respected even when things got intense. I am grateful for all of it and definitely not a total newbie anymore, but I have hit that point where I am craving something new and a lot wilder.
I am looking for a Domme or Dom who knows how to take charge, has real experience, and is not afraid to turn things up. Creative, unpredictable, and unafraid to explore deeper edges is what I am after. Whether it is power exchange that goes beyond the bedroom, some intense play that leaves me shaking, or pushing limits in ways I have not tried yet, I am open and excited. I have grown to love the headspace, the trust, and that rush when someone truly has control.
I am sane, discreet, employed, and have my shit together. STI negative, on birth control, and big on safety and communication upfront. I am not here for endless texting or online only stuff. I want real time connection with someone local who clicks. If you have got the skill, confidence, and imagination to match what I am bringing, tell me a little about your style and what you are looking for. Let us see if the energy is right and go from there.
I want to write this to appreciate all my Reddit hookups and friends. I have been away from the scene because I already found my community. When I started posting here I was confused and met or talked to so many really bad men. It took me a while to find these needles in the haystack.
I have found some of the best sex of my life. I have also found ton of female friends that have told me about their fav hookups and also how to navigate this. I also helped woman explore and share men i liked and men to avoid. It feels great to have a community on Reddit where I can be honest about my kink.
Thank you to the best sex partners of Seattle and best female support system.
Recently had my 4th wild hook up, thanks to the recommendation of a friend.
I am married and more and more drawn to men that slowly corrupt me into their whore
I can verify but beyond that I will not send pics on day 1.
I am based out of US but open to men from across the world.
My kinks are corruption, cheating, mental control etc.
I am usually a sub with men but new to exploring making you a sub.
I couldn’t believe how fast it happened. We had been chatting for maybe an hour when he suggested meeting that same night. Something about his confidence just clicked with me and before I knew it I was driving over, heart pounding the whole way.
When I got there he greeted me with a warm hug that quickly turned commanding. He told me to undress while he watched from the bed. I took off my clothes piece by piece under his steady gaze, feeling that delicious mix of nervousness and thrill. Once I was naked he pulled me close and kissed me deeply before whispering, “Such a eager little slut for me already.”
He started by binding my wrists together above my head and attaching them to the headboard. The ropes felt snug and secure. Then he brought out some nipple clamps and slowly tightened them on me. The sharp pinch made me gasp and sent heat rushing straight between my legs. He smiled and gave the chain a gentle tug, watching my reaction. “Look at you squirming already,” he said. The light sting mixed perfectly with the growing ache in my pussy.
He spent a long time teasing me with his hands and mouth, sucking on my clamped nipples, fingering me slowly, then faster, always stopping right before I could cum. I was dripping and desperate, moaning and begging without shame. He called me his needy whore but his voice was full of lust, which only made me wetter. Every word and every touch made me feel completely desired.
When he finally climbed on top of me and pushed inside, I moaned so loudly I surprised myself. He felt thick and perfect, filling me up completely. He fucked me with long, powerful strokes while holding my bound wrists, his body pressed against mine. The clamps on my nipples bounced with every thrust, sending little sparks of pain-pleasure through me. I came hard the first time, clenching around him as waves of heat rolled through my whole body. It felt like every nerve was lighting up at once.
He flipped me over onto my stomach, still keeping my wrists tied, and took me from behind. This angle felt even deeper. He grabbed my hips and drove into me harder, one hand occasionally slapping my ass. I pushed back against him, lost in how good it all felt. The second orgasm hit me even stronger, making my legs shake and my mind go beautifully blank. I floated there in that perfect subspace where nothing else existed except his cock, his hands, and the incredible sensations running through me.
He kept going, switching positions again so I was riding him. I ground down on his cock while he looked up at me, occasionally tugging the chain on my nipples. I felt powerful and completely owned at the same time. When he finally pulled out and came across my chest and stomach, the warm spurts felt like a dirty, wonderful reward.
Afterward he removed the clamps and ropes so gently, then pulled me into his arms right away. He held me tight against his chest, stroking my hair and telling me how perfect I was. He brought me water, cleaned me up with a warm towel, and rubbed soothing lotion over my sore nipples and red ass. I felt so safe and cared for. My body was buzzing with endorphins and I couldn’t stop smiling.
That night was intense in the best way. The mix of roughness, control, and those few degrading words made everything feel electric. I felt truly seen, truly used, and truly satisfied. He knew exactly how to push me right to the edge and then hold me while I floated back down. I left there glowing, sore in the most delicious places, and already hoping we could do it again soon. I have never felt more alive or more beautifully broken down and put back together.
As always I got his recommendation from a friend. I always tell my good men.