u/butteronhottoast

There’s a ghost in my bedroom and he watches me when I sleep.

I can feel his eyes on me tonight as I sink into the covers, but I’m not afraid. There’s something nice about a man who’s always there, who always watches and who always appreciates. Do you think he’d like if I put on a show? I think so.

I sit up on my knees in my bed and let down my hair. I slowly take off my top and allow him to see that too. I slide my hands and arms forward in front of me so that my ass is up in the air. When I tilt my head to the side so I can watch him back, I see him smiling from his corner of the room. I slowly roll so my back is laying on the bed and I’m staring upside down at him.

If he’s not really here, it’s okay right?

He walks forward and I expect his presence to feel cold but he’s warm against my skin when he brushes his fingers along my cheeks and lightly drags them down my neck and breasts. I gasp and arch my back into the feeling, silently begging for more.

He smirks and leans towards my ear to whisper his sweet words into me.

“Touch yourself angel, your ghost would like to see.”

I drop open my mouth in shock and my breath quickens as I do what he asks, pulling off my shorts and panties so he can see me. He catches my wrist when I start to reach down and holds it as he leans in to brush my lips with his.

“I couldn’t wait. You’re so beautiful angel. Now keep going.”

I start slowly, just feeling my clit under my fingertips and the sounds of my wetness fill the quiet air of my tiny bedroom. His eyes never leave my mine and I moan softly to myself before picking up my speed. He reaches out a hand to cup my face and stroke his thumb on my cheek before pressing it inside my mouth for me to suck, causing me to groan around his finger.

“You’re doing so good angel. Use your other hand to stretch yourself open for me please.” I nod around his finger and reach down my left hand to dip two fingers inside myself and scissor them gently before moving them in and out.

“You look so pretty like this. All open and laid out for me. Do you think you could do this every night for me?”
I smile and nod eagerly around him before I start to feel the tightening that comes at the beginning of my orgasm.

“Do you need to cum angel? Ask your ghost for permission.” He’s fully serious and I quickly ask around his finger the words he needs to hear so that I can let go.

“Please my ghost, please can I cum?” The words are barely comprehendible and I’m struggling to hold off as I wait for his words. He smiles again when he speaks next.

“Of course my angel. Cum for me. Cum for your ghost.”

I moan loudly and my eyes almost fall shut when it hits me and he stays right there watching me all laid out for him the whole way through.

When he takes out his finger from my mouth I expect him to stay to fuck me, but instead he lingers only for a slow kiss before fading into the shadows.

I am planning to do a more intense impact play scene with my Dom later tonight and I’m feeling nervous. I’m not new to submission, or impact play, or being with my Dom, but truthfully we don’t do intense scenes that often because of time constraints. If anyone could share what they usually do to mentally prepare for intense scenes that would be very helpful!

Edit: due to those same time constraints, it’s actually not happening anymore tonight lol, but thank you for the advice!

We’re laying down on my bed next to each other as we giggle tipsily over tonight’s events when she starts talking about it.

“God, sometimes I have the weirdest ideas.” She smiles to herself before turning towards me and putting her hands under her cheek against the pillow. “Okay can I tell you one of them?”

I smile and turn to mirror her position.

“Weird ideas huh?” I laugh. “Yea of course Livie, you can tell me anything.” She bites her lip and pauses for a moment before she tells me.

“Sometimes I think it would be fun to watch someone struggle. To cum. Like maybe making them beg me to let them cum or only letting them cum by making them hump something. The control and watch them submit to me and have to ask…. It does things to me.”

I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t that. My eyes widen and I swallow loudly before taking in a deep inhale. The weirdest part about all that is I don’t think it’s that weird at all. I can already imagine myself doing it. Working hard to give her what she wants, rubbing myself on whatever she asks, and then having to beg for her permission to cum. She wasn’t talking about me though, obviously, so I have to stop thinking like that.

“Yea you think I’m weird.” She laughs nervously. “It’s okay sorry it just a fantasy. We don’t have to talk about it.”

“No. No, I don’t think you’re weird.” I’m quick to reassure her, but it’s hard to tell your best friend that you want to get off in front of them and beg them to cum. I decide to try to be truthful. She’s made the choice to be vulnerable about her fantasies. I can try to tell her some of mine.

“I actually really like that. I think I would want something like that. But more from the other side of it.” I try not to let my voice shake as I say it. This is the closest we’ve been to the real truth, which is that I want her specifically to be the one to do those things to me. The only problem is we’re both girls and I really doubt Livie would want me.

“Yea?” She smirks. “Little Ellie begging and moaning while rubbing herself on a pillow. Hmm yea that would be pretty cute to watch you try.”

My heart starts beating like crazy and I try not to let it show how excited she’s making me. Does she actually want me to do that? Or is she just messing with me?

“Of course I could do it. I would be so good at it too.” I say back a little defensively. I don’t like it if she’s messing with me like this. It’s already so hard for me not to tell her how I feel. There’s nothing that could have prepared me for what she would say next.

“Show me.” It takes me a second to process her words and I search her eyes for signs that she’s joking. She isn’t.

“You… you want to watch me rub myself on a pillow?” I ask. There’s no way that’s what she actually wants so I’m not going to sit up and start going at it until I’m sure.

“Yes.” She nods confidently. “Take off your panties.”
Holy fuck what is happening. I quickly do as she asks and reach under my dress to pull off my pink frilly panties. They’re soaked with the evidence of my arousal and I go to throw them to the side before she catches my wrist. She slowly pulls them out of my hand and inspects them for a moment before flicking her eyes back to me.

“Wow, you really don’t think this is weird. Good. Now get on your knees. I’ll pick the pillow you’re going to rub on.”

What the fuck is happening. I do as she says and sit up on my knees as I watch her look around the room for the right pillow to make me cum with. She stops when she sees the big fluffy silk throw pillow that I keep on my loveseat.

“Perfect. This way I can see the mess you’re making as you try to cum.” She’s smiling as she turns back to me and my stomach tightens a little with anxiety.

She’s actually going to see me cum. She’s going to see me turned on and messy and into it. I don’t think I really processed that until right now. It’s basically like handing over a big fat sign that says ‘hey, I’m gay, please fuck me’. I take a deep breath to try to settle my nerves. She wants this. She wants to see me like this. It’s okay to let go, for at least in this moment, I can be me and no one’s going to judge me.

“Okay.” My voice is quieter than I expect. “Make sure the door is locked please. We can’t tell anyone about this if I do this, okay?” I know she never would, but I need to hear it.

“Yes. No one will ever know.” She confirms seriously before handing me the pillow and going to double check the door. When she comes back she sits on my loveseat that’s facing my bed.

“Okay little Ellie. Get to work.”

I place the pillow between my legs and try to relax before I begin to grind my pussy into the pillow. It’s a little awkward at first and I’m embarrassed I look silly rubbing myself into the cushions. I close my eyes and try to just focus on doing what feels good and slowly build up a rhythm that works for me. My breathing picks up and I start to feel hot all over, the fabric of my dress clinging to my skin uncomfortably.

I gasp when I feel her hand on my thigh and whimper as I grind a little harder into the pillow.

“I want to take this off you. Is that okay?” I hear her ask me softly. I nod my head and feel her lift my dress off of me. The cool air feels good on my warm skin and I moan. I try not to think about my boobs bouncing with every thrust or the way I can feel the pillow getting wetter with each of my movements. For a second I don’t even remember that I’m not supposed to be doing any of this and it’s okay to let Livie watch me pleasure myself.

My brows furrow and my panting and moaning increases and I know I’m close.

“You’re right there aren’t you? You need to cum?” She asks me in a breathy voice and I groan at knowing this is effecting her too. I nod vigorously before letting my head fall back in a moan. That is, until I feel her gripping my hair. God that feels good.

“Ask properly. Ask for permission to cum.” That should not effect me as much as it should, even with how obsessed I am of her. It’s the humiliation of it. Needing her to tell me if I can orgasm or not.

“Please.” I gasp. “Please let me cum, Livie, please.” I moan when she grips my hair harder and try to hold off while wait for her response. The suspense is making it worse and a whine loudly.

“Yes you may cum. Let me see it baby.”

“Oh fuck.” I moan out as I release onto the pillow. She holds my hair through it and I shake hard knowing she’s watching my face as I fall apart for her.

I’m breathing heavily as I slow my movements to a stop and then lean my head into her hand as she cradles my face in her palm. We don’t say anything for a moment. She just lets me catch my breath and strokes my cheek and hair softly. I turn my face to kiss her palm before I realize I’m doing it and then I freeze in panic. For some reason it’s one thing to cum in front of your best friend, but it’s another thing to kiss them. She giggles and then I feel her soft lips press lightly to my cheek.

“You look so beautiful.” Her praise is exactly what I needed and I melt into her hand again. “You did really well. Thank you for letting me watch. I want to do that again, if you want to?”

Her question sends a rush of happiness through me and I open my eyes to stare into hers as I smile and nod.

“Yea. I would like that.” I say happily and she smiles back at me. I’m pretty sure I would do anything she asked of me if looked at me adoringly as she is now.

***author’s note: I thought this couple deserved more context for their first time together. Thank you for reading! Part 1 is already posted. You can find on my page or on r/bdsmerotica *

It’s the first sorority party of senior year, I haven’t even had a drink yet and I already feel like I’m going to throw up.

It isn’t technically our party since we aren’t allowed to have parties like that in the sorority house, but it’s the first big one that we’re all attending as a group. I’ve gotten really good at hiding my nerves and putting on a brave face, but sometimes going to these frat houses makes my skin crawl. It’s disgusting generally of course with the main dancing room being on a floor that is actually sticky with beer residue. But also being surrounded by tall horny men usually gives me the creeps.

I know what you’re probably thinking and no, nothing bad ever happened to me at one of these parties, thank god. I just don’t really enjoy being around men.

My sorority sisters joke about it sometimes because I haven’t had interest in a boyfriend all through college. I tell myself it’s because I’m so busy with school work and social obligations. I tell them that the men at this school gross me out. Which is true. It’s just also true that I don’t think I have interest in men anywhere. The only person I do seem to have interest in is Livie.

She’s so pretty it makes me want to get on my knees so I can admire her. She has glossy dark brown hair and puffy lips and brown eyes so sweet I melt a little when she looks at me. Her favorite color is pink, hot pink specifically, and right now I’m trying hard not to stare for too long as I sit on the bathroom counter watching her do her hair in nothing but tiny hot pink booty shorts and a very thin hot pink cami. Her nipples are a little hard and it takes more effort than it should to not ask her if I can suck one into my mouth.

“Ellieee, hello, are you even paying attention to me?” I snap my eyes up and hope she didn’t notice me staring at her perfect little tits before clearing my throat nervously.

“Yea, of course Liv, best year ever. I’m excited! It’s great.” I hope she doesn’t pick up on me rambling. She places her hand on my naked thigh and squeezes.

“Hey, it really is going to be great. I don’t want you to be nervous.” She pauses and stares at me a moment before smiling. “I could always help you, you know?”
I laugh to myself a bit and squeeze the little white towel harder around myself before looking around the bathroom to see if anyone is paying attention.

“We said we wouldn’t do that again, remember?” I whisper and my cheeks flush pink at the memory of the things I did the last few times.

It started out almost as a joke or a dare. She asked if I could cum from rubbing myself on a pillow. It didn’t take as long as I expected it to. With her eyes watching me I felt myself wanting to try harder. My cheeks were red as I shattered and moaned; grinding into my silk pillow as my best friend watched me. Then she wanted to see if I could cum from rubbing myself against the side of my loveseat couch in my room. Then her hand. She kept it still no matter how much I whined for her to put her fingers inside.

It’s hard to decide which was my favorite.

“Yea, but I had another fun idea.” She smiles as she runs her fingers through her hair to separate her dark waves. “We could even skip the party. We could walk over with everyone and then turn around.” She says it casually as if she doesn’t care, but I know her so well now that I can see the slight nervousness in her hands at the idea of my rejection. She fiddles through her makeup bag instead of looking at me. She has to know I want to her. There’s no one I want to be with more. I bite my lip before reaching for her hand and nodding and smiling slowly at her.

“Good.” She smiles back and then gives my thigh a little slap. “Now get ready. We don’t have all night.”

“Yes ma’am” I say jokingly, rolling my eyes. She pauses for a second too long and then goes back to her prepping. I decided to let whatever that was go before going to my room to get my outfit on.

I settle for a basic spaghetti strap tight black dress that goes down to mid thigh. It makes my big boobs pop and my reddish hair stand out. I find a cute pair of heels before standing in front of my door mirror to check out the look. I’m gorgeous, I know I am, but I’m doing all of this because I want her to say that I am.

I spray on perfume and fluff up my hair before I take a deep breath and send the text I know we’ll both enjoy.

“Underwear?” I text.

The response is almost instant.

“Nope. Bring them to me.”

I smile as I reach back under my dress to pull down my panties for her. I walk out and down the stairs to one of the living room areas where some of us are gathering to walk over as a group and look for Livie.

She’s leaning up against one of the columns and staring at me like she wants to eat me. She’s wearing a light pink mini dress that makes her look far too innocent for a person with so much natural authority. I try not to blush as I walk over and hand her my underwear as discreetly as I can.

She puts them in her little purse before casually taking out her lipgloss and applying it to her lips. I want to lean in to inhale what her gloss smells like, but I think that might be too obviously obsessed. She looks over at me and giggles at whatever expression I have on my face.

We start walking with the rest of the girls to the frat house and thankfully before too long Livie and I are returning back. We try not to be too obvious that we’re speed walking as we make our way inside the house and back up the stairs to her room.

It’s cozy and sweet in here with warm lamps and pretty rugs and of course lots of hot pink. She sets down our bags and keys on her vanity before turning to me and smiling almost shyly.

“So. I think we should have sex.”

“If you ever leave him, book a flight and come see me and I’ll fuck you for a week straight.”

I didn’t know if he was actually serious. But here I am, three years later, in a city I’ve never been to, at his doorstep. What if he doesn’t want to see me? What if I look too different? What if he’s not even available now?
All questions I should have thought about before this moment, but I had to get out of there and I wasn’t thinking about anything other than going somewhere where I knew I wouldn’t be ignored.

I hesitate for a moment before ringing his doorbell and picking at my nails anxiously while I wait.

“Emma?” Nate looks shocked but I can’t tell what else he’s feeling.

“Okay hi, are you alright? What are you doing here? Come inside.” He rushes out all of this while pulling me inside the threshold of his apartment. He’s wearing sweatpants and a black wrinkled looking shirt. His soft brown hair is ruffled in a way that tells me I just woke him up. His brown eyes scan my face for moment before a concerned frown appears on his face.

“What did he do?”

“Doesn’t matter. I just couldn’t do it anymore and I wanted to see you. Are you mad at me? Is that okay?” I stare into his eyes, hoping desperately that this wasn’t a terrible mistake.

“Of course I want to see you. I could never be mad at you. I’m just protective and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” He says it like it’s obvious. We were only close for a short period of time before I told him we couldn’t be friends anymore, but somehow he still remembers me as if that were yesterday. I’m hoping his offer still stands because god knows I was never touched by my boyfriend the way Nate wanted to touch me. “What do you need from me?”

“I was hoping you could fuck me, actually.” I decide to just get right to it. It’s not that I’m particularly horny, I just need to feel something other than the grief of wasting most of my youth to a man that barely paid attention to me.

“Really?” He laughs before realizing I’m serious and then his expression changes to something I can only describe as hunger. He nods. “Okay yea. Set down you’re stuff over there. We’re going to talk for a little bit about it first, but yes you came to the right place baby.”
I set down my stuff like he asks and he takes my hand and walks me into the cozy dining area and offering me a seat.

“I hope this isn’t weird, I just really need it.” I’m playing with my hands again. We never had sex, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t think about it a million times.

“It’s not. I just want to talk to you about details for a minute. Do you still have the same kinks and limits? I use the traffic light system and a safeword with my submissives, but I want to make sure I’m giving you what you need.” He’s so serious about taking care of me properly it’s making me already simultaneously sad that I never received this from my ex boyfriend and so ridiculously needy for Nate to touch me for real this time.

“Yes, same kinks, same limits and same safeword.” We used to talk all the time about our common interests, which just so happened to be every single one of our kinks, perfectly in alignment. Which is why he remembered so easily I’m sure.

“Good.” He smiles. “When do you want to start?”
I bite my lip to try to hold back the smile that’s spreading across my own face. I should’ve never doubted him.

“Um. Is now okay?”

“Yes baby, now is okay. Let’s go to my room, come on.” He reaches for my hand again and guides me through his place until we reach his room. His bedding is dark blue and looks soft. It’s completely normal looking, but I’m already scanning for the signs that I’m in the room of a massively kinky person.

Sure enough, I see a basket of various toys, ties to bind women to his bed, condoms and lube. God, this man. I know I’m not going to be the first woman he’s been with even this week most likely, but I don’t care. He makes you feel like you’re the only one in the world when he’s with you and I’m not interested in having my heartbroken again by a man who commits to monogamy, but doesn’t do much of anything else.
He spins me around so I’m face him and touches my face as he looks into my eyes.

“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?” I love how he peppers in consent whenever he can. I swear I have a kink for that alone. He could probably do anything to me and I’d let him as long as he asked nicely.

“Yes. Please.” I say before tilting my head up to meet him. His lips are softer than I imagined and I moan a little as his tongue touches mine. It’s going to be so nice to not have to pretend that I don’t like him and don’t desperately want him. He always seemed to see through my rejections, like my wanting him was written all over my body, even when I was pushing him away. He pushes my jacket off my shoulder and tugs at the bottom edge of my shirt.

“Take this off.” I obey the order and start reach down to get out of my shoes before I feel his hands find my hips to stop me.

“Did you wear those for me?” I know what he’s asking about and I blush a bit before nodding. I’m wearing metallic gold sandals to show off my pretty feet that I remembered to make sure to get a fresh pedicure for, even in my rush to get out of my town. I knew he would appreciate it.

He kneels down in front of me and I let out a whispered gasp at the pretty sight of him below me. I didn’t think I would ever get to see that since I always thought I was supposed to be below him. He pushes me back a little so I’m sitting on his bed before lifting one of my feet up to take off my shoes himself. It’s weirdly sensual as he removes my shoes and gently massages each of my feet. I groan a bit when he hits a good spot and he smirks to himself before pressing harder. He sets down my feet before getting up to stand over me.

“Thank you baby. Very pretty. Now let’s take off those pants.” He pushes me again to lay down as he unbuttons and pulls down the zipper on my jeans and scoots them down my thighs and calves slowly. He throws my pants on the chair in the corner with my top and then turns back to look at me.

I wore my best underwear for him, which isn’t saying much, but it’s still cute. I have a light purple lace bra that pushes up my big tits with matching lace panties. I know I look good, but I still want to hear him say it.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” He takes a deep breath before laughing to himself. “I can’t believe this is happening right now.” He looks up and me and smiles before leaning over me to kiss me deeply again, resting his weight on his forearms and grinding into me gently with a small thrust of his hips. I whimper into his mouth, already pathetically needy for the contact. I can feel him smile against my lips before pulling away again.

“I want you on your knees now” He whispers against my lips before standing up to his full height again. I gladly sit up too and then slide down the bed so I’m kneeling before him. He smirks as he traces my mouth with his thumb at I part my lips. He pushes it forward ever so slightly so that I can suck.

“Good girl. This is where you belong isn’t it? Beneath me just like this. Do you want to suck something bigger baby? Do you want Daddy’s cock in your mouth?”

God. I squeeze my thighs together as I groan and nod around his thumb. He pushes in his finger more before pulling out.

“Use your words.” He looks at me so seriously it makes me flustered and we haven’t really even started.

“Please. Please let me suck you Daddy.” Just saying the words has a certain level of humiliation that I’ve been craving and I want to dive into that feeling more.

“Take it out baby.” I reach my hands forward and quickly take out his honestly much too large dick from his pants. He’s over seven inches and leaking precum. Where did this man come from?

I eagerly start sucking the head into my mouth and then taking him as deep as I can. I don’t really have a gag reflect, so I do fairly well, but still it’s challenging with how big he is. It feels good to be full of him and I’m moaning and slurping and sucking him as much as I can while playing with his balls in my hand. He lets me do my thing before suddenly pulling me off by my hair and rapidly jerking his cock with his hand.

“Open baby. I’m going to cum on your face first so that you can feel like the whore that you are when I fuck you.”

I whimper and open my mouth for him and stick out my tongue slightly in the hope that some of his cum will land there so I can taste him. I close my eyes and moan when I feel the first spurt of cum land on my cheeks, then across my mouth, my tongue and my hair. The feeling of being used and marked all at once goes to my head and I love the way he smears and massages the cum further into my face and hair when he’s done.

“Look at you baby. So dirty and pretty. Such a good slut.” He shoves a little bit of cum into my mouth as he says it, forcing me to suck and swallow around his fingers. I think I’m in heaven.

He pulls me up before turning me around facing the bed and walking us forward. His fingers trace lightly up and down my stomach and then he’s gently pushing me forward so that my face and arms are resting on the bed, but my hips and ass are pushed up. I think he’s made a mistake keeping my underwear on, but then again, Nate doesn’t really make a lot of mistakes. I feel hands gently massaging my ass before he speaks again.

“No one’s ever fucked you here before still, right?” And then I feel his thumb firmly press through my underwear in a slow circle around my tight back hole. I hide my face into the bed before shaking my head no.

“Do you want me to?” He asks and I groan as I feel him push his thumb a little inside.

“Yes. But I’m not sure if I want to do that today.” I whisper honestly.

A soothing hand comes to rest on my lower back.

“Of course baby. Are you okay with me touching you there with my fingers today?” He asks gently and I nod back.

“Yes please Daddy.”

***author’s note: sorry this has a weirdly sad tilt to it. I blame that on me listening to too much Clairo while writing. I’ll be finishing part 2 soon, I just didn’t have time tonight!*

Okay this might be a weird one.

I’m writing a story where the characters fuck on top of cake/using cake and I keep having to stop because of logistical questions. The purpose of using the cake has to do with degradation/humiliation kink.

Anyways, if anyone has ever done this or used things like whipped cream, frosting etc during sex can you please tell me how one would avoid getting a yeast infection if you’re having sugary items so close to a vagina specifically. I also want to know what the prep/clean up process looks like.

Hello fellow subs!

I’ve seen discussions before about being aware of ‘fake Dom’ behavior and general red flags with Doms. I’m hoping y’all would be open to share more on this idea and your experience with assessing a Dom for if they actually know what they’re talking about or if they’re just trying to abuse their power and authority over you.

**hi, I can see the term ‘fake Dom’ is irritating a lot of people. Please don’t let that distract from the point of the post which is to help subs avoid intended or unintended harm….Which is a good thing…That we should all care about…okay bye.

***okay one more thing so we’re all clear- my understanding of the term ‘fake Dom’ is referring to people who use bdsm to abuse and mistreat submissive people, either intentionally or unintentionally.

The warm puffs of air on my wet pussy are going to drive me insane.

I think he’s going to lick me or touch me but he just stares at my wetness for a moment like it’s interesting to him. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to calm the sensations flowing through my body at being forcibly spread open to this man who I don’t even like, all while having my ass filled with a pretty fluffy bunny tail plug. I tug pointlessly on my restraints, wishing I could close my legs a little to hide from his curious eyes.

“So pretty baby.” He’s speaking to my pussy again. I can’t help the next little clench of my cunt in response and I feel myself redden when he laughs.

“You’re so reactive, it’s crazy. I could stare at you all day. Do you want me to touch you?” He asks me again. I open my eyes to look into his. I nod. “Do you want me to fuck you?” I nod again. He smirks and my stomach drops. I feel like I just walked into a trap.

“I’m going to do that, but first I want to punish you for being such a slut.” My eyes widen in fear and interest. Punish me? What the fuck is wrong with this guy. I wasn’t even being a slut and who does he think he is to even call me that? And why do I also want him to?
I shake my head no vigorously. That’s not happening. I don’t know what this guy has in mind for punishment, but I know he’s going to make it hurt. Jake is a sadist. I can feel it in the way he stares at me like he wants to hurt me, control me, use me and make me love it at the same time.

“No?” He smirks and then rests both of his hands on my upper thighs and pushes them out more to spread me wider. “Let’s ask her.” He’s staring at my pussy again and I will myself not to react to whatever wicked words he has next for me.

“Baby, do you want me to hurt you for being such a pathetic slut?” I groan loudly because I can fucking feel the tiny gush of wetness in reaction that leaks down onto his brother’s bed below me. What is wrong with me?

He lifts his eyes up to me and smiles as if that settles it and he watches my face as he moves his right hand up my thigh towards my pussy before I feel a tiny sharp flick of his fingers right on my sensitive little clit.
I’m gasping and clenching and whimpering in pain while also moving my hips towards him as if begging more.
He dips one finger inside me, pumping in and out a few times before bringing the wetness back to my poor little clit and circling it slowly with his finger, making moan softly around my gag.

“I think we need to teach you not to do silly things like tie yourself up, all open and vulnerable, especially not in a house full of men that could come right in to fuck you if they wanted to.” He’s still staring at me and I can see the possession that flickers in his eyes as he says it. He clearly isn’t happy that anyone else could have found me like this. In my defense, I really didn’t know there was going to be a fucking party going on or that I would be trapped like this. I feel myself nodding in agreement. I want to know what he wants to do to me. I want to feel everything he wants to give me.

“Good girl. Accepting your punishment so well. I’m going to hurt your pussy until I think you’ve had enough. I’m going to watch you closely, but you still get to tell me to stop if you want to and I will. I’m going to take off your gag now so you can talk okay baby?” I nod gratefully and he leans in and reaches around my head to take off the gag. He smells so good it makes me lightheaded with need. After he removes the gag, I shift around my jaw a bit and swallow. I’m grateful that I have some freedom back, but now I’m nervous about what I’m going to say. He still hasn’t pulled back and he searches my eyes for a moment before leaning down and softly kissing my lips. The kiss is so sweet and gentle it surprises me, but he pulls away before I have time to process it and he moves back down to in between my legs.

“Jake, wait.” I’m surprised at how soft my voice is. I don’t sound mad or upset like I probably should be. I take a deep breath. “What is this? Why are you doing this?”

“I told you. I want to punish you. I want to hurt you. And then I want to make you feel good.” He stares at me like it’s obvious. Like that’s a normal thing that people say. Still, I find myself wanting to know, wanting to feel what he wants me to feel.

“Okay.” I nod again in consent before I feel his finger plunging inside me again and begin to move in and out making my eyes roll back and my hips shift.

He just as suddenly pulls out and smacks my pussy twice in quick succession. I’m unprepared for how painful it actually is and I gasp at the sharp contact.

“Oh my god, Jake! What the fuck!” He smacks me again at my outburst and then pumps two of his fingers back inside me with his left hand, I’m assuming so he can continue to spank me with his right hand.

“You will no longer be fucking my brother.” Smack. “You will no longer be putting yourself in positions where you could be hurt or taken advantage of so easily.” Smack. “You will listen and you will obey.” Smack. He removes his fingers and rubs my pussy with my wetness again while I try to catch my breath. It’s so intense I let out a sob before another loud moan leaves my lips. The pain he’s brought to my aching clit has only heightened the intensity of the pleasure he’s bringing to my pussy.

“How you doing baby?” I look back into his eyes that seem to be reading my expression for something. He pushes his two thick fingers back inside and pumps mercilessly while still playing with my clit.

“Eh ooh ugh fuck.” I can’t seem to form a proper sentence and I’m gasping as I feel myself reaching my climax. He smiles back at me proudly.

“There we go. That’s it little princess. Come for me.” And I do. Just like that. The feeling slams hard into me and I arch my back up in the air as he almost violently thrusts into me with his fingers. Just when I think I’ve reached my peak I feel his mouth latch onto my clit and suck hard while still fucking into me with his fingers, making me scream. He starts to rapidly flick his tongue and I feel a rush of wetness burst out of me. I’ve never felt something like that before and my cheeks redden in embarrassment. I feel his tongue and fingers slow their pace before he kisses my clit gently a few times and looks up at me. There are tears falling down my cheeks and I can’t seem to find the will to stop. He’s so beautiful and scary and I need him to be inside me. He nods as if I said the words out loud and kisses my clit again, making me gasp. He smiles.

He lifts up off me to take off his shirt, reminding me he’s been fully clothed this whole time while I’ve been spread open. He looks down as he unbuttons and unzips his pants to take out his long cock. He pumps it in his hand a few times as he walks towards, not my pussy, but my mouth.

“Lick that for me please, baby?” And I do. I suck it greedily into my mouth as I stare up at him and he threads his fingers into my blonde hair. It feels so good to get to suck him into my mouth and I’m slightly disappointed when he pulls out. He smirks at my expression.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you do that again if you like, but next time I want you on your knees.” I blush at his words and he smiles knowingly as he goes to between my legs again. “Okay baby, I’m going to ask you something and I don’t want you to be embarrassed, just answer me honestly please.”

I have no idea what he’s going to ask, but I nod, quickly agreeing to be truthful as long as it gets him inside me.
“Have you ever had both your holes filled at the same time? Not with fingers, but with a cock in your pussy while you’re plugged up in your ass like this.” He stares at me expectantly and I blush before slowly shaking my head no. He nods. “Okay, I already stretched you open with my fingers, but it still might feel uncomfortable. If you change your mind or want to slow down, that’s okay. I need you to tell me what you feel because despite how much I want to, I can’t actually read your mind.”

I smile at how surprisingly sweet all of this is for someone who just spanked the hell out of my pussy.

“Are you on birth control? I’m going to wear a condom today, but I want to make sure.”

“Yes, I have the bar in my arm.” He smiles and nods again at my response.

“Good. Because one day very soon, when you’re ready, I’m going to fill this pretty pussy with my cum and you’re going to fucking love it.” I hate how right he is and I feel myself grinning back at him. Maybe he’s not as much of an asshole as I thought he was.

“Do you want me to untie you or keep you like this?” He asks me seriously.

“Can you help me get the ones on my ankles off? I want to keep the ones on my wrists on though.” I blush and bite my lip.

“Of course.” He says before moving to my ankles and snipping off the straps one by one with his pocket knife before returning back to me.

He pulls out a condom and rolls it on before gently using his fingers to pick up some of my wetness and spreading it on his cock. He lines himself up at my entrance before slowly pushing inside me. My brows furrow and close my eyes and pinch my lips at the foreign, overly full feeling I’m experiencing. His thumb rubs my clit lightly and I’m grateful for the distraction.

“Breathe.” His order helps and I take a few deep inhales and exhales as I feel him pause when he’s fully inside so I can adjust. It’s not a bad feeling, it’s actually pretty fucking amazing.

“Okay, you can move please” I say softly before I feel him slowly begin to move.

“Oh.” I whisper before I let out a soft moan. He moves his hands to lift my hips slightly as he fucks into me. I go to reach for his face before remembering my wrists are still restrained. I decide to make use of my freedom and wrap my legs around his hips instead, locking my ankles together behind his back. He leans down and kisses and sucks at my neck as he continues to move into me deeply.

This is strangely the most romantic sex I’ve ever had and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to go back to what my sex life was like before this. Maybe that’s the whole point.

He’s groaning and panting into my neck and I don’t know how much longer I can take this feeling of being right on the edge, but not knowing how to tip myself over. He kisses my cheeks and lips again before pulling back slightly to look into my eyes. I can’t take it anymore and I lift my head slightly and recapture is mouth so that I can kiss him more deeply. He moans into my mouth and finally picks up the pace with his hips as he presses on my stomach with his hand and tickles my clit with his thumb. It’s so good I’m shaking as I shatter into him and he sucks my tongue into his mouth. I can feel his cock pulse inside me and I know he’s falling right along with me.

His thrusts slow to a gentle rhythm before stopping completely and I feel his hands running soothingly up and down my legs and sides. He taps the outside of my thighs to get me to separate them again before slowly pulling out of me. I feel his hand reach down between my legs and tenderly removing the fluffy bunny tail butt plug too. I don’t remember my eyes closing but I feel myself drifting away, not quite sleeping, just very relaxed. His hands are moving all around me to undo my wrist restraints, to take off my bunny ears, to remove my satin pink corset as he softly massages each area.

I feel him lifting me in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist again and then he’s carrying me into the bathroom the connects his room to his brother’s room. The sound of the water turning on fills the bathroom and he’s kissing my face while stroking my hair as he waits for the water to warm up.

I lift my head to look up at him and I’m met with his soft gaze looking back at me. It’s so different from the sadistic look from before. He kisses me again and moves us into the shower. We stay quiet as he cleans us, washing my hair and he doesn’t linger on my pussy as he cleans me. I touch his face to get his attention and look at him curiously.

“How long have you liked me exactly?” I ask him because I know, I just know this isn’t something that came out of nowhere. He’s treating me like the princess he says I am. A small smile appears on his lips and he looks into my eyes when he speaks again.

“I’ve pretty much been obsessed since the moment I met you. Just been… waiting for the right moment.” I nod back at him.

There’s so much more I want to say, but for now, I let him take care of me.

***author’s note: didn’t expect for the story to go this direction when I started writing. I hope you like these characters as much as I do. If you made it this far, thanks for reading. I know this will probably get a lot of down votes because it was quickly written and focuses a lot on consent, but I don’t care. The people that get it will get it.*

“Fuck. Just stop. This is dirty and weird and stupid.”

What I really mean is this hot, forbidden and absolutely filthy, but I can’t say that because I can’t be into this, right?

“So what if it’s dirty and weird and stupid. You like it. I like it. Let me do this for you.” He’s so calming with his words it’s hard to say no to him and that’s how he somehow talked me into what we’re doing now.

Standing in the bathroom in my short white tennis skirt and matching sports bra, I stare at the man behind me in the mirror who somehow manages to unlock everything from the dark corners of my mind that I’ve been trying to hide. He runs his large hands sweetly up and down my sides and I try not to let my doubt and shame ruin this.

All he wants is for me to do a little tinkle into the toilet like I always do, but this time under his command and with his touch assisting me.

I’m bouncing a little from holding it and I see my cheeks flush pink. He smiles knowingly and nuzzles my cheek. Sneaky bastard has been doing his best to keep me full of water so that this will be easier for me, and I’m assuming, tastier for him. I bite my lip hard and I lean forward a bit on the counter so that my ass is pushed back into his crotch. I like that I don’t have to guess how much he likes this, I can actually feel it. I cover my face and moan quietly into the palms of my hands. If my face is covered, no one has to know how much I want this. I feel his hands run soothingly up and down my lower back.

He had me wear no panties under my skirt so my bare wet pussy is rubbing against him now. He takes one hand off of my back and uses it to lift my skirt over my peachy ass before I feel the sharp sting of his hand smacking into me. He uses the other hand to grip at my long brown hair and hold me in place while he grinds into me for a moment. My mouth drops open in a silent moan at the roughness of his jeans rubbing into my sensitive pussy lips.
The cool air hits my clit under my skirt and I feel a tiny dribble of wetness leak out of me.

“Oh god. Oh god. Daddy. I need to pee. Please daddy let me pee.” My words are half moaned and I feel him run his hands up and down me again before his fingers find my nipples and pinch.

“Uugh, fuck stop. Daddy. Please.” I try hard to focus on the words and not the aching need to spray all over this very nice bathroom. I feel him smiling against my shoulder before he seems to decide that’s enough and walks me over to the toilet. I’ve been somewhat dreading this part but at this point I don’t think I can hold on for much longer.

“You may go if you want to. Pee on daddy’s hand like a good little girl.” Fuck, what am I doing. His already rubbing his skilled thick fingers on my little clit and there’s no point holding anything back anymore. I’m mewling like a slutty little kitten and urgently pressing myself into his fingers and panting and moaning and when I feel the trickle begin I’m begging and I don’t even know what I’m begging for.

“Oh please Daddy. Please, please, please eh uugh ahh oh god.” It’s indescribably good to feel the warm liquid rushing out of me as his fingers draw me nearer and nearer to my peak with rapid circles on my clit. My stream turns into a small tinkle, then a dribble, then a drop and I moan loudly at the sensations. Just when I think he’s going to let me come he stops and I let out a frustrated groan.

“Such a good girl. Daddy wants to clean you up now. I’m going to clean you up with my tongue, okay?” I know this is his way of giving me an out, but I’m so far past that at this point.

“Yes please Daddy, lick my pussy clean.” I gasp then moan again as I feel the point of his tongue tracing along my firm little clit. He’s licking me slowly, meticulously, trying to get every drop. This part isn’t about me coming, it’s about him cleaning, taking care of what’s his and that thought is enough to bring me right to the edge.

“Are you going to come baby? Is Daddy making you come on his tongue?” He wants me to say it and I have no problem doing so anymore. No more holding back.

“Oh god yes, yes, you’re making me come Daddy, I’m coming, I’m coming on Daddy’s thick tongue, oh fuck!” I’m shuddering and shaking through the strongest orgasm I’ve had in awhile as I hold his face to my pussy and thrust my clit deeper into his mouth. He sucks it greedily while looking up at me and I let my head fall back with a loud moan. Oh god I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of this.

**author’s note: can’t believe I wrote this. Enjoy.*

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

Tonight is my boyfriend’s birthday, so I thought it would be a fun surprise to put on sexy pink bunny lingerie, a mouth gag and to restrain myself to his bed. What I didn’t expect was for there to be a surprise party and for the house to be filled with his douchey friends. This wouldn’t be a problem if I hadn’t gotten stuck in these stupid self-restraint straps that I got online for cheap. They’ve gotten jammed and I’m trying not to panic. It’s going to be okay, the door is closed and I just need to breathe, focus and try again.

That is until the door suddenly opens.

I can hear the footsteps walking in, pausing, then the door closing shut and the small click of the lock. Dear God, I hope it’s Shawn. I can’t see who’s walking in because I’m bound to the bed and his door isn’t in the direct line of sight from where I’m laying.

“Well isn’t this something.” My entire being freezes and I try not to whimper around my gag. That voice is definitely not Shawn’s. It’s the voice of his asshole older step brother Jake. I cannot think of a worse scenario if I tried.

I start to struggle in the restraints. Maybe I just haven’t tried hard enough to get out. I try not to think about how much of me he’s seeing right now from my ridiculous fluffy pink ears, my satin pink corset, all the way down to my lacy pink panties. I pray he hasn’t looked that closely and can’t see what’s inside me because I don’t think I can handle the shame. I’m getting red all over and I know my long blonde hair is getting tangled from the struggle. I think I’m actually going to cry if he doesn’t leave me alone, but I know that’s not an option when I hear him start to step towards me.

“Hey, no need for that Kylie, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He says in a soothing tone. I actually do whimper this time. He’s lying, I know he is. He’s done nothing but torment me since I met him when I started dating Shawn. I hear him chuckle under his breath and take a sip of his drink.

“Okay that’s not true. But I’ll only hurt you if you want me to. You know this isn’t going to work right? Dressing up like a sexy bunny and strapping yourself to his bed isn’t going to make you guys stay together.” I hate his annoyingly attractive deep voice and the way he’s too accurately reading the situation. Yes, Shawn and I have had some problems, but it’s nothing that a really good fuck can’t fix. We’ve never actually had a good fuck, but anything is possible. People can change right? All I know is I was bored out of my mind every time Shawn touched me. I don’t think we really have chemistry and Shawn probably agrees because he hasn’t actually called me back in a week. I feel like a desperate whore coming here, but maybe that’s exactly what I am. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I don’t know how to get out of it now. I lay limply in my restraints and close my eyes for a moment in humiliation when I feel Jake’s presence next to me.

“I can let you out, if you want.” His voice is casual as if he really doesn’t care either way. My eyes snap to him and my brow furrows at his ridiculous statement. Of course I want to be let out.

“I’d hate for this pretty little idea of yours to go to waste.” I roll my eyes and stare at the ceiling. Of course he’s going to use this to torment me more. Is he going to bring his step brother up here now? Maybe all of their stupid friends can watch my humiliation? Yep, sounds like loads of fun.

“I’ve always thought he wasn’t right for you. You’re like this little princess. You deserve to feel good.” I didn’t think it was possible, but I blush harder. What is he saying? That he could do the job better?

“This is nice. You not being able to talk.” He smirks. “No offense, but you’re pretty annoying.” Oh great. Cool. I’m annoying. I need to get the fuck out of here. I start struggling hard around my restraints, hoping he gets the idea and lets me the fuck out. He just smiles and takes another sip of his drink.

“Okay relax, I’ll let you out. I just wanted to know if you wanted me to make you come first. I’ve been watching how your pussy has been getting wetter during this conversation and I know I’ve been hard as fuck the second I walked through this door.”

I thought I was hiding it so well. I try to close my legs a little, but of course I thought it would be fun to restrain my ankles too. I whimper around the gag again hoping he gets the idea. He doesn’t.

“It’s interesting. Calling attention to your little issue only seems to make it worse. It’s like your pretty pussy can hear me. Hi baby.” He says as he leans forward to hover his face between my legs to talk directly into my pussy. “Do you want me to fuck you?” I can’t help the little clench of my cunt because holy fuck, why is this hot?

“Aw I think she does. Huh.” He pauses. “What do we have here?” Right then and there I know my life is over and I start hoping I can dissolve and sink into the floor.

“Is that..? Oh wow.” I feel his hand move between my legs to gently press into the adorable fluffy bunny tail that is attached to a butt plug currently inside my ass. This is an actual nightmare. That seems to stump him for a moment and I can’t take his reactions anymore, so I stay staring at the ceiling as my face grows redder and redder.

I flinch slightly when I feel a single soft fingertip brush between my legs down my wet slit. He stays there for a moment, brushing back and forth ever so lightly on my drenched lacy underwear. I’m so wet there’s an actual sound to it. I moan quietly around my gag. The humiliation and pleasure is too much.

“Do you want me to stop? Shake your head if you want me to stop and I will stop.” I don’t shake my head. He continues his light little brushes of his fingertip and I moan a little more loudly this time.

“So beautiful.” He whispers. I’m not sure he means to say it. I look to him again and find his eyes staring right back at me. I groan and my eyes roll back a bit. Fuck, this shouldn’t feel so good. I start trying to grind into his hand. Anything to get more friction.

“That’s it baby. Take what you need.” I continue grinding and whimpering and I know if I didn’t have this gag in my mouth I would be begging for him to fuck me.

“Don’t move for a minute. I don’t want you to get hurt.” My body stills immediately and I feel cool metal right against my panty line. I hear a snipping sound and feel my panties being removed from my body.

“Hate to waste them, but I need to see you. Hope you don’t mind. I’ll buy you more.” I couldn’t care less honestly, but my heart does a little leap of excitement when I see him press my panties into his pocket. I’ve always wanted to see a man do that, but no one has ever been obsessed with me enough to do something possessive like keeping my panties.

I feel his breath land on my clit and whimper at how good just the warm puffs of air feel on my sensitive body.

To be continued…

***author’s note: wanted to write more, but I got sick and can’t get it together. Will post the update to this story soon*

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

Tonight is my boyfriend’s birthday, so I thought it would be a fun surprise to put on sexy pink bunny lingerie, a mouth gag and to restrain myself to his bed. What I didn’t expect was for there to be a surprise party and for the house to be filled with his douchey friends. This wouldn’t be a problem if I hadn’t gotten stuck in these stupid self-restraint straps that I got online for cheap. They’ve gotten jammed and I’m trying not to panic. It’s going to be okay, the door is closed and I just need to breathe, focus and try again.

That is until the door suddenly opens.

I can hear the footsteps walking in, pausing, then the door closing shut and the small click of the lock. Dear God, I hope it’s Shawn. I can’t see who’s walking in because I’m bound to the bed and his door isn’t in the direct line of sight from where I’m laying.

“Well isn’t this something.” My entire being freezes and I try not to whimper around my gag. That voice is definitely not Shawn’s. It’s the voice of his asshole older step brother Jake. I cannot think of a worse scenario if I tried.

I start to struggle in the restraints. Maybe I just haven’t tried hard enough to get out. I try not to think about how much of me he’s seeing right now from my ridiculous fluffy pink ears, my satin pink corset, all the way down to my lacy pink panties. I pray he hasn’t looked that closely and can’t see what’s inside me because I don’t think I can handle the shame. I’m getting red all over and I know my long blonde hair is getting tangled from the struggle. I think I’m actually going to cry if he doesn’t leave me alone, but I know that’s not an option when I hear him start to step towards me.

“Hey, no need for that Kylie, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He says in a soothing tone. I actually do whimper this time. He’s lying, I know he is. He’s done nothing but torment me since I met him when I started dating Shawn. I hear him chuckle under his breath and take a sip of his drink.

“Okay that’s not true. But I’ll only hurt you if you want me to. You know this isn’t going to work right? Dressing up like a sexy bunny and strapping yourself to his bed isn’t going to make you guys stay together.” I hate his annoyingly attractive deep voice and the way he’s too accurately reading the situation. Yes, Shawn and I have had some problems, but it’s nothing that a really good fuck can’t fix. We’ve never actually had a good fuck, but anything is possible. People can change right? All I know is I was bored out of my mind every time Shawn touched me. I don’t think we really have chemistry and Shawn probably agrees because he hasn’t actually called me back in a week. I feel like a desperate whore coming here, but maybe that’s exactly what I am. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I don’t know how to get out of it now. I lay limply in my restraints and close my eyes for a moment in humiliation when I feel Jake’s presence next to me.

“I can let you out, if you want.” His voice is casual as if he really doesn’t care either way. My eyes snap to him and my brow furrows at his ridiculous statement. Of course I want to be let out.

“I’d hate for this pretty little idea of yours to go to waste.” I roll my eyes and stare at the ceiling. Of course he’s going to use this to torment me more. Is he going to bring his step brother up here now? Maybe all of their stupid friends can watch my humiliation? Yep, sounds like loads of fun.

“I’ve always thought he wasn’t right for you. You’re like this little princess. You deserve to feel good.” I didn’t think it was possible, but I blush harder. What is he saying? That he could do the job better?

“This is nice. You not being able to talk.” He smirks. “No offense, but you’re pretty annoying.” Oh great. Cool. I’m annoying. I need to get the fuck out of here. I start struggling hard around my restraints, hoping he gets the idea and lets me the fuck out. He just smiles and takes another sip of his drink.

“Okay relax, I’ll let you out. I just wanted to know if you wanted me to make you come first. I’ve been watching how your pussy has been getting wetter during this conversation and I know I’ve been hard as fuck the second I walked through this door.”

I thought I was hiding it so well. I try to close my legs a little, but of course I thought it would be fun to restrain my ankles too. I whimper around the gag again hoping he gets the idea. He doesn’t.

“It’s interesting. Calling attention to your little issue only seems to make it worse. It’s like your pretty pussy can hear me. Hi baby.” He says as he leans forward to hover his face between my legs to talk directly into my pussy. “Do you want me to fuck you?” I can’t help the little clench of my cunt because holy fuck, why is this hot?

“Aw I think she does. Huh.” He pauses. “What do we have here?” Right then and there I know my life is over and I start hoping I can dissolve and sink into the floor.

“Is that..? Oh wow.” I feel his hand move between my legs to gently press into the adorable fluffy bunny tail that is attached to a butt plug currently inside my ass. This is an actual nightmare. That seems to stump him for a moment and I can’t take his reactions anymore, so I stay staring at the ceiling as my face grows redder and redder.

I flinch slightly when I feel a single soft fingertip brush between my legs down my wet slit. He stays there for a moment, brushing back and forth ever so lightly on my drenched lacy underwear. I’m so wet there’s an actual sound to it. I moan quietly around my gag. The humiliation and pleasure is too much.

“Do you want me to stop? Shake your head if you want me to stop and I will stop.” I don’t shake my head. He continues his light little brushes of his fingertip and I moan a little more loudly this time.

“So beautiful.” He whispers. I’m not sure he means to say it. I look to him again and find his eyes staring right back at me. I groan and my eyes roll back a bit. Fuck, this shouldn’t feel so good. I start trying to grind into his hand. Anything to get more friction.

“That’s it baby. Take what you need.” I continue grinding and whimpering and I know if I didn’t have this gag in my mouth I would be begging for him to fuck me.

“Don’t move for a minute. I don’t want you to you get hurt.” My body stills immediately and I feel cool metal right against my panty line. I hear a snipping sound and feel my panties being removed from my body.

“Hate to waste them, but I need to see you. Hope you don’t mind. I’ll buy you more.” I couldn’t care less honestly, but my heart does a little leap of excitement when I see him press my panties into his pocket. I’ve always wanted to see a man do that, but no one has ever been obsessed with me enough to do something possessive like keeping my panties.

I feel his breath land on my clit and whimper at how good just the warm puffs of air feel on my sensitive body.

To be continued…

**author’s note: wanted to write more, but I got sick and can’t get it together. Will post the update to this story soon*

I’m waiting on my knees in our room, like the good girl that I am, hardly able to contain my excitement for my Dom to get home. He’s been so busy with work lately that he hasn’t had time to play, so I was thrilled when he texted me the plan for tonight. I’m in nothing but his white button down, my hands behind my back, my butt sitting back on my heels and my gaze directed towards the floor exactly as instructed. My nipples are hard against the rough starchy fabric of his shirt that’s just barely long enough to cover the front of my pussy. My bottom half feels tingly from being out without anything to protect it from the soft draft of the room.

It feels like I’ve been waiting for longer than usual but I can’t be sure of exactly how long I’ve been kneeling without being able to reach for my phone. I’m not supposed to move until I’m told and I love doing what I’m told. I also know the longer I wait like a good girl, the bigger my reward will be.

I hear the signature creaking sound of someone coming up the stairs and I bite my lip to hide the small smile that forms on my face. I see my Dom’s shiny dress shoes walk into view and the small smile turns into a full grin from the excitement I feel at seeing him. When the second set of shiny dress shoes enter the room behind him, I can’t help but to do a little squirm of anticipation at being seen by a stranger.

“Shit.” The newcomer breathes as he takes in my appearance.

My Dom walks towards me with his hands in the pockets of his suit pants before he reaches one hand out to lift my chin with his fingers. I lift my gaze to his dark eyes and melt at the look of pride and the hint of a smile that appears across his features before he quickly returns to his usual serious expression.

“I was telling Mr. Anderson here about what a good little slut you are and he wanted to watch. Would you like him to watch?” He already knows my answer, but he still searches my gaze to make completely sure he has my consent before continuing. He waits for my nod before moving his hand to cup my face and he brushes his thumb over my lips before allowing me to suck it into my mouth. I moan gratefully and he smiles again at my eagerness.

“Such a good little slut. Mr. Anderson is going to go sit in the armchair now and when he’s ready you’re going to crawl to him.” I hear the newcomer’s footsteps as he walks across the room and settles into the armchair. My pussy is aching at just the thought of them seeing me like this.

“You want him to touch you don’t you?” I feel my cheeks heat at the question and lower my gaze. Of course I want that, but it feels so dirty and wrong to admit that I want a stranger to touch me. I lift my eyes slightly to see that the stranger has strong looking hands that he’s resting on his thick thighs in his suit pants. I make a pathetic mewling noise without meaning to and squirm a little in my seat. I try to breathe and focus enough for me to reply to my Dom’s question.

“Yes.” I whisper.

“Of course you do.” My Dom says to me almost mockingly. I see him smirk at the blush that must be fully visible now on my cheeks. He knows how much I love this and I love that I can trust my Dom with my body so much that he gets to decide who sees it, touches it, kisses it and sometimes even fucks it.

“Now crawl.” My Dom orders. I hear Mr. Anderson adjust in his seat and he takes a deep inhale as I lean forward onto my hands and begin to crawl across the room. My wet glistening pussy is exposed to my Dom behind me and my tits are exposed to the new man in front of me as I crawl due to the way my half buttoned shirt hangs towards the floor. When I reach him I return to my kneeling position and I feel my Dom standing behind me before he runs his fingers through my hair. He makes a tsking sound with his tongue before he speaks again.

“Oh no, this won’t do. Look how hard you made Mr. Anderson by being such a slut.” I look up to see that my Dom is right. The new man’s dick is hard and straining against his suit pants. I lick my lips and I feel my pussy drip a bit because I already know what my Dom is going to say next. “Good sluts take care of the cocks in front of them. Now get his cock out and put it in your mouth.” I start to do as he asks, reaching forward before my Dom stops me and speaks again.

“Hold on. I think Mr. Anderson would appreciate seeing more of this slutty little body. Would you like that?” I breathe out a shaky sigh from nervous excitement and I nod again before I feel my Dom reach down to undo the rest of the buttons on my shirt and slide it down my shoulders. I whimper softly at how exposed I feel when the shirt hits the floor and I’m left kneeling naked between two men.

“Good girl. Now suck his cock.” I move forward again and undo his belt and pull down the zipper on his suit pants before pulling out the strangers thick cock. I fill my mouth as much as I can and hungrily begin to suck. I feel his fingers thread into my hair and I moan as he pushes me down more onto his cock.

“Look at you, getting so wet from sucking off a stranger. You’re making him feel so good.” I moan again at my Dom’s words and I feel him kneel behind me. I hear the sound of his pants zipper before the head of his dick starts to press at my slick entrance. My Dom enters me slowly and I start to pant around Mr. Anderson’s length before both men pause their movements for a moment while I adjust.

I feel my Dom’s comforting hand rest on my lower back and I wiggle my ass to tell him to continue. He starts to thrust hard into my pussy and I don’t know how much more I can take before I cry or come or both.

The sound of the stranger’s moans fill my ears and I flick my eyes up to see him staring at my Dom fucking into my pussy. I wonder if he’s getting off on watching my Dom use my pussy as much as he is on using my mouth.

He continues to moan deeply and he pushes my head down as he begins to thrust up into my mouth quickly. I can barely breathe like this and I feel myself building towards my orgasm when my Dom reaches around me to flick at my clit with his fingers. The stranger’s bitter cum exploding in my mouth takes me by surprise and moan around his cock as I feel myself shudder and cum hard from the feeling of being used so deliciously.

My pussy is gripping and fluttering around my Dom’s cock as tightens his hold on my hips and picks up his pace before I feel his cock pulse his cum inside of me. He lets out a heavy groan that makes me want to get fucked all over again. He does a few more finishing thrusts to draw out his orgasm before gently pulling out of me and helping me to lift my head up off of the other man’s cock.

My Dom pulls me up so I’m kneeling again and my back is leaning against his still fully clothed chest. He wraps his arm around me and pinches my nipple with his fingers before he kisses my neck and my cheek and whispers in my ear.

“So good baby. You did so good. Such a good little slut.” I feel myself warm at his praise and I hear my Dom quietly speaking to Mr. Anderson. The sounds of the other man’s zipper being pulled up and his footsteps walking out of the room reach my ears and then I know I’m alone with my Dom once again.

He continues to kiss me as he lifts me up into his arms and takes me to our shower. He takes his time gently cleaning me with my favorite lavender soap, all the while whispering words of praise. After he’s done he wraps me in a giant fluffy towel and helps me get dressed before laying me down on our bed and wrapping himself around me.

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

Hayden

I can’t believe this is happening. I never would have thought that the ritual Tuesday night hang out I have with my best friend would turn into this. One minute we’re rewatching The Vampire Diaries and the next Maddie is asking to taste my cum. God damn this fucking girl is going to be the end of me.

She’s beautiful on her knees as I push the remainder of my cum into her mouth and she sucks my fingers clean as if she can’t get enough. I think I could come again just looking at her.

She’s kneeling completely naked in front of me except for her wet little panties and I am so close to begging her to let me suck them clean like the pathetically obsessed man that I am.

I’ve been into her pretty much since the day that I met her. She has no filter with her words or with her expressions and I love how I seem to always get exactly what she’s thinking because she has it written for me all over her face. She has beautiful silky brown hair that I finally got to grip in my fist while I fucked her throat and it was so much better than all of my fantasies.

I ask her how her pussy is doing, hoping she still wants to let me touch her and when she asks me if I want to taste it, I smile and pull her up towards me.

“Of course I want to taste that pretty pussy baby.” I reassure her easily. I suddenly realize that I fucked and came down her throat and we haven’t even kissed yet. Does that make me a bad guy? I’m not sure, but I need to correct that mistake immediately. I pull her to straddle my lap and cup her face gently.

“Can I kiss you first baby?” She blushes. God I love that she blushes about a kiss when she’s so undeniably sexy.

“Yes, please.” She nods happily and moves her head toward mine. I meet her lips and I moan into her mouth softly. I taste myself on her, but mostly I taste her. She’s so perfect I want to stay kissing her soft little lips all day. I can feel how warm her pussy is through her panties as she sits in my lap and I know it’s overdue time to take care of her. I shift us so that she’s laying back on the couch and I make sure she’s comfortable before looking for a pillow.

“What are you doing?” She looks a little nervous and I rush to soothe her.

“I’m just looking for a pillow to put under your hips baby.” I find one on the ground that we must have moved earlier and I lift her hips up a bit and place the pillow beneath her. Before I remove her wet panties I look up into her beautiful green eyes again.

“Same rules, okay? If you want to stop at any time, tell me and I will stop. If you’re having trouble speaking, tap my shoulders and I will stop.” I take consent very seriously, but I also just don’t want to hurt her and I would hate myself if I ever made her feel uncomfortable. I wait for her nod of confirmation before I begin letting my eyes scan down her body.

She’s holding her hands at her sides allowing me to look at her because of course she is. She loves when I look at her. Her tan nipples are puffy and hard and her stomach and hips have just the right amount of squish that makes me go feral with the need to grab her and make her mine. I look to her panties, white with a little bow, and I take a deep breath, trying not to let my excitement overwhelm me. I decide to trace one of my fingers along the edges of her panties and then I ever so gently graze it over where I know her clit is underneath the wet fabric. She releases a little whimper and I drop my mouth over that same spot to give her pussy a kiss and a small lick. We both moan at the contact and I think I’m going to pass out if I don’t get my tongue directly on her soon. I look up to her eyes and see her staring back it me. There’s a little crinkle between her brows and her pouty mouth has dropped open as she stares at me. I lean down again to kiss her pussy over the fabric while I look at her to see her make another little needy moan. I smirk at how reactive she is.

I hook my fingers into the edges of her panties and pull them down her legs and pocket them after I remove them. Those are mine now. Just like this pretty pussy. It’s glistening for me with her arousal and has a small dusting of neatly trimmed hair. I lean forward and inhale deeply through my nose and groan at how perfect she smells. I hear her whimper again and I know I need to stop teasing her. I nuzzle my nose into her clit briefly and revel in her sharp intake of breath and the needy wiggle she does with her hips.

I wish I could say I took it slow and edged her in the way I know she deserves, but the hunger I feel for her is too intense in this moment. I’m licking and sucking and devouring every inch of her pussy as if I’ll never get this chance again. I thrust my tongue inside her and quickly flick her clit and suck it harshly before going at it again. My eyes have closed without me noticing and I become aware that I’m grinding my hips against the couch cushions when I feel her tremble beneath my tongue. I snap my eyes open to check on her and she’s squeezing hers shut while she pants and moans. Fuck, I hope she lets me do this again. I want to slip my finger in her, but I’m not sure how much experience she has and I don’t want to hurt her. I’ll do anything she wants me to and I have no problem going at her pace for whatever she wants to do.

I groan into her pussy as I suck hard on her clit and I feel her shudder and shake beneath me. She releases a loud moan and threads her fingers through my hair, holding my face to her pussy while she grinds the last of her orgasm into my tongue. I will never get enough of this feeling.

I do a couple small licks to watch her shake and groan from oversensitivity before I pull back and allow her to rest. I kiss up her soft stomach and give each of her nipples a delicate suck before moving to lay my head in the crook of her neck. She still has her fingers in my hair and I don’t mind it. I usually don’t like being touched, but with her I want her all over me, all the time. I give her neck a small kiss too before I raise up on my forearms to check in on her expression. She looks so soft and peaceful, but I’m still anxious to make sure she enjoyed it.

“God, Hayden.” She moans before she flutters her eyelids open to stare back at me. When she smiles I let out a sigh of relief. “That was amazing.” She whispers and then tilts her head up to kiss me. When she pulls away and smiles at me this time I feel myself grinning back.

I can’t wait to tell her how I feel about her, how I’ve been wanting her since the day we met, how I want to actually take her out on a date and make her orgasm over and over until she can’t take it anymore. For now though I kiss her again gently and snuggle into her arms. I’m so glad she’s my best friend.

Hayden

I can’t believe this is happening. I never would have thought that the ritual Tuesday night hang out I have with my best friend would turn into this. One minute we’re rewatching The Vampire Diaries and the next Maddie is asking to taste my cum. God damn this fucking girl is going to be the end of me.

She’s beautiful on her knees as I push the remainder of my cum into her mouth and she sucks my fingers clean as if she can’t get enough. I think I could come again just looking at her.

She’s kneeling completely naked in front of me except for her wet little panties and I am so close to begging her to let me suck them clean like the pathetically obsessed man that I am.

I’ve been into her pretty much since the day that I met her. She has no filter with her words or with her expressions and I love how I seem to always get exactly what she’s thinking because she has it written for me all over her face. She has beautiful silky brown hair that I finally got to grip in my fist while I fucked her throat and it was so much better than all of my fantasies.

I ask her how her pussy is doing, hoping she still wants to let me touch her and when she asks me if I want to taste it, I smile and pull her up towards me.

“Of course I want to taste that pretty pussy baby.” I reassure her easily. I suddenly realize that I fucked and came down her throat and we haven’t even kissed yet. Does that make me a bad guy? I’m not sure, but I need to correct that mistake immediately. I pull her to straddle my lap and cup her face gently.

“Can I kiss you first baby?” She blushes. God I love that she blushes about a kiss when she’s so undeniably sexy.

“Yes, please.” She nods happily and moves her head toward mine. I meet her lips and I moan into her mouth softly. I taste myself on her, but mostly I taste her. She’s so perfect I want to stay kissing her soft little lips all day. I can feel how warm her pussy is through her panties as she sits in my lap and I know it’s overdue time to take care of her. I shift us so that she’s laying back on the couch and I make sure she’s comfortable before looking for a pillow.

“What are you doing?” She looks a little nervous and I rush to soothe her.

“I’m just looking for a pillow to put under your hips baby.” I find one on the ground that we must have moved earlier and I lift her hips up a bit and place the pillow beneath her. Before I remove her wet panties I look up into her beautiful green eyes again.

“Same rules, okay? If you want to stop at any time, tell me and I will stop. If you’re having trouble speaking, tap my shoulders and I will stop.” I take consent very seriously, but I also just don’t want to hurt her and I would hate myself if I ever made her feel uncomfortable. I wait for her nod of confirmation before I begin letting my eyes scan down her body.

She’s holding her hands at her sides allowing me to look at her because of course she is. She loves when I look at her. Her tan nipples are puffy and hard and her stomach and hips have just the right amount of squish that makes me go feral with the need to grab her and make her mine. I look to her panties, white with a little bow, and I take a deep breath, trying not to let my excitement overwhelm me. I decide to trace one of my fingers along the edges of her panties and then I ever so gently graze it over where I know her clit is underneath the wet fabric. She releases a little whimper and I drop my mouth over that same spot to give her pussy a kiss and a small lick. We both moan at the contact and I think I’m going to pass out if I don’t get my tongue directly on her soon. I look up to her eyes and see her staring back it me. There’s a little crinkle between her brows and her pouty mouth has dropped open as she stares at me. I lean down again to kiss her pussy over the fabric while I look at her to see her make another little needy moan. I smirk at how reactive she is.

I hook my fingers into the edges of her panties and pull them down her legs and pocket them after I remove them. Those are mine now. Just like this pretty pussy. It’s glistening for me with her arousal and has a small dusting of neatly trimmed hair. I lean forward and inhale deeply through my nose and groan at how perfect she smells. I hear her whimper again and I know I need to stop teasing her. I nuzzle my nose into her clit briefly and revel in her sharp intake of breath and the needy wiggle she does with her hips.

I wish I could say I took it slow and edged her in the way I know she deserves, but the hunger I feel for her is too intense in this moment. I’m licking and sucking and devouring every inch of her pussy as if I’ll never get this chance again. I thrust my tongue inside her and quickly flick her clit and suck it harshly before going at it again. My eyes have closed without me noticing and I become aware that I’m grinding my hips against the couch cushions when I feel her tremble beneath my tongue. I snap my eyes open to check on her and she’s squeezing hers shut while she pants and moans. Fuck, I hope she lets me do this again. I want to slip my finger in her, but I’m not sure how much experience she has and I don’t want to hurt her. I’ll do anything she wants me to and I have no problem going at her pace for whatever she wants to do.

I groan into her pussy as I suck hard on her clit and I feel her shudder and shake beneath me. She releases a loud moan and threads her fingers through my hair, holding my face to her pussy while she grinds the last of her orgasm into my tongue. I will never get enough of this feeling.

I do a couple small licks to watch her shake and groan from oversensitivity before I pull back and allow her to rest. I kiss up her soft stomach and give each of her nipples a delicate suck before moving to lay my head in the crook of her neck. She still has her fingers in my hair and I don’t mind it. I usually don’t like being touched, but with her I want her all over me, all the time. I give her neck a small kiss too before I raise up on my forearms to check in on her expression. She looks so soft and peaceful, but I’m still anxious to make sure she enjoyed it.

“God, Hayden.” She moans before she flutters her eyelids open to stare back at me. When she smiles I let out a sigh of relief. “That was amazing.” She whispers and then tilts her head up to kiss me. When she pulls away and smiles at me this time I feel myself grinning back.

I can’t wait to tell her how I feel about her, how I’ve been wanting her since the day we met, how I want to actually take her out on a date and make her orgasm over and over until she can’t take it anymore. For now though I kiss her again gently and snuggle into her arms. I’m so glad she’s my best friend.

Do you have a location that you like to go to or do you mainly stay in your homes?
Do you like to be spontaneous and lean into instinct as much as possible with a few basic ground rules or do you like to have everything planned out?
Does your submissive have any methods to stop you besides a safe word like perhaps a whistle if you’re outside?

I’m going to do a scene with my Dom, but he is going to act as the ‘prey’ and I will be the ‘predator’ for research purposes for a new writing project. I want to make sure to do it right and safely as possible. We have already discussed our own limits and ground rules extensively. I’m looking more for information from those who have personally experienced being a primal play Dom. If anyone is open to sharing their experience that would be very much appreciated.

“What does cum taste like?”

I’m wrapped up in my best friend’s arms as we rewatch our favorite show, The Vampire Diaries, when the thought enters my mind. It’s the episode where Damon and Elena are dancing in the frat house Halloween party. He’s been helping her to embrace her new vampirism and they both have blood smeared on their faces as they dance. I love this part. I keep thinking about how good it might feel to have cum smeared all over my face too, but I’ve never actually done oral sex so I don’t know if that would be enjoyable in reality.

“Um. What the fuck?” Hayden sits up suddenly and pulls out of our snuggle hold. He turns to face me with a bewildered expression.

“I just wanted to know what it tastes like. I’ve never…I’ve never tried it before, okay?” I stare back at him almost in defiance. So what if it’s a weird question. I want to know.

“And you think I would know the answer to that? I’ve never sucked a dick and I’m not weird enough to taste my own cum.” He smiles gorgeously back at me now that he knows I’m just being my usual weird self.

“Oh. Well can I taste your cum?” I don’t know if I really mean for the words to come out of my mouth or not, but it’s out there before I really process what I just said. I hear his sharp intake of breath and I look up to see his eyes staring back at me with an unreadable expression.

“Yea? You want my dick in your mouth Maddie?” He quietly answers me. He’s not backing away from my question. I squirm in my seat, almost overwhelmed with his attention being fully on me.

I can’t lie and say I’ve never thought about it before. We’ve been best friends since high school and he’s only gotten more handsome with time. He has beautiful dark hair and eyes and he has these veiny hands that I can’t help but imagine wrapped around my wrists or my throat. I clear said throat before I continue.

“Yes. I want your dick in my mouth. I want to taste your cum. Please.” I answer him seriously and he raises his eyebrows for a moment at my daring response before he begins to smirk.

“Okay. If you’re serious then get on your knees.” He’s still smirking as if expecting I won’t do it, but when I start to slide off the couch and onto the floor he loses his smirk entirely. He swallows and takes a deep breath and I stare at the way his throat bobs and his muscular chest rises and falls. He lifts his hand tentatively and strokes my hair.

“Hey, you don’t have to do this. It’s okay. We can just go back to the show, it’s no big deal.” He says as he searches my eyes, probably to make sure this is something I actually want.

I take a deep breath of my own. The sensation of being on the ground beneath him while being on my knees is going straight to my core. I love the way he’s staring at me adoringly as he continues to stroke my hair. I shake my head gently.

“No, I want to do this. If you want me?” I swallow, suddenly feeling a little anxious. He does want me, right?

“Of course I want you baby. Stop anytime it’s too much okay? And if you want to stop, but can’t speak, I want you to tap my leg and I’ll stop right away.” He waits for my nod of confirmation. “I’m going to let you explore a bit, but let me know if you want more guidance.” He looks down to my lips and I can see how much me being on my knees is effecting him too. The outline of his dick clearly visible through his loose grey sweatpants.

My mouth waters at the sight of it and I lean forward, brushing my lips lightly against it through the fabric. He tenses up and grips my hair a little tighter in his fist as he attempts to remain still.

I reach out my hand and run my fingertips along the curve of his cock. I can feel my wetness start to dribble into my panties and squeeze my legs together the best I can in my kneeling position.

“Do you want to take off your clothes?” He asks me curiously. It’s like he can see all the thoughts racing through my head. My desire to be exposed, my love for being adored by him, and my aching need to have him inside me. My eyes flick up to his as I take a moment to center myself.

“Yes,” I nod, “yes, I want to be naked.” I reach for the bottom edge of my dress and pull it up over my head and then quickly reach back to undo the clasp of my bra. I hesitate for a moment, the feel of my breasts out and exposed for my best friend is almost too much.

He seems to get what’s wrong almost immediately.

“Hey, it’s okay, you can keep your panties on it’s too much.” His hand stroking my hair moves as he cups my chin and runs his thumb over my lips. “Remember, tell me anytime if you want to stop and we stop.” I nod again, grateful that he knows me so well.

I lick my lips and decide now is the time to be brave. I reach out and pull down his sweats and boxers to reveal is achingly hard cock. He’s uncut and shiny at the tip where precum has already wet it.

I lean forward again and take a small lick on just the tip and watch my best friend clench his jaw as he reaches to fist my hair again.

I put the tip in my mouth and hollow my cheeks as I suck him deeply. He releases a deep moan that makes my toes curl and my pussy wet. My eyes roll back a bit as I take him as deep as I can until my nose is pressed against his abdomen. I try to hold it there and breathe for a moment before I pull back up with a pop. I look at him to make sure that was okay and I’m met with an amazed look on Hayden’s face.

“That’s so good baby. You’re doing so good for me” He praises me and I feel lit the fuck up with tingling and warmth all over my body. My mouth opens for him again and this time he gently pushes my head down as he thrusts up. “Is this okay?” He asks me in a strained voice as I enthusiastically try to nod my approval. Once he gets my response he groans loudly and deeply as he begins to thrust up in earnest.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long.” He hold my head in place as he uses my mouth and I can’t take aching need anymore. I reach down and slip my hand in my panties to try to get some relief.

“That’s it baby. Touch your clit for me. I want to taste your cum too.” His words are so filthy I moan around his cock as he continues to thrust it into my mouth. I rub my clit exactly as he tells me to, grateful to relieve some of the built up tension in my body.

“Oh fuck. I’m coming baby, I’m coming, fuck.” His rhythm becomes almost violent as he forces his cock in and out of my mouth at a rapid pace. I’m in heaven as I feel his cum explode in my mouth. I suck it deeper into my mouth and swallow as much as I can manage. It tastes better than I expected. He stares at me reverently as he pushes the remaining bits of cum into my mouth and I lick and suck all of it from his fingers. It feels so good to see him like this. He’s so relaxed and I love knowing that I’m the one that did that for him.

“That was perfect baby.” He says as he goes back to stroking my hair. “Thank you. How’s your little pussy doing?” He asks me seriously and I wiggle a little as I think about how much I still need to be touched.

“It’s good” I’m surprised at how rough my voice sounds. I clear my throat as he waits patiently. “Do you want to taste me?”

He smiles as if he expected me to say this and he reaches for my hands to pull me up.

“Of course I want to taste that pretty pussy baby.”

To be continued…

“What does cum taste like?”

I’m wrapped up in my best friend’s arms as we rewatch our favorite show, The Vampire Diaries, when the thought enters my mind. It’s the episode where Damon and Elena are dancing in the frat house Halloween party. He’s been helping her to embrace her new vampirism and they both have blood smeared on their faces as they dance. I love this part. I keep thinking about how good it might feel to have cum smeared all over my face too, but I’ve never actually done oral sex so I don’t know if that would be enjoyable in reality.

“Um. What the fuck?” Hayden sits up suddenly and pulls out of our snuggle hold. He turns to face me with a bewildered expression.

“I just wanted to know what it tastes like. I’ve never…I’ve never tried it before, okay?” I stare back at him almost in defiance. So what if it’s a weird question. I want to know.

“And you think I would know the answer to that? I’ve never sucked a dick and I’m not weird enough to taste my own cum.” He smiles gorgeously back at me now that he knows I’m just being my usual weird self.

“Oh. Well can I taste your cum?” I don’t know if I really mean for the words to come out of my mouth or not, but it’s out there before I really process what I just said. I hear his sharp intake of breath and I look up to see his eyes staring back at me with an unreadable expression.

“Yea? You want my dick in your mouth Maddie?” He quietly answers me. He’s not backing away from my question. I squirm in my seat, almost overwhelmed with his attention being fully on me.

I can’t lie and say I’ve never thought about it before. We’ve been best friends since high school and he’s only gotten more handsome with time. He has beautiful dark hair and eyes and he has these veiny hands that I can’t help but imagine wrapped around my wrists or my throat. I clear said throat before I continue.

“Yes. I want your dick in my mouth. I want to taste your cum. Please.” I answer him seriously and he raises his eyebrows for a moment at my daring response before he begins to smirk.

“Okay. If you’re serious then get on your knees.” He’s still smirking as if expecting I won’t do it, but when I start to slide off the couch and onto the floor he loses his smirk entirely. He swallows and takes a deep breath and I stare at the way his throat bobs and his muscular chest rises and falls. He lifts his hand tentatively and strokes my hair.

“Hey, you don’t have to do this. It’s okay. We can just go back to the show, it’s no big deal.” He says as he searches my eyes, probably to make sure this is something I actually want.

I take a deep breath of my own. The sensation of being on the ground beneath him while being on my knees is going straight to my core. I love the way he’s staring at me adoringly as he continues to stroke my hair. I shake my head gently.

“No, I want to do this. If you want me?” I swallow, suddenly feeling a little anxious. He does want me, right?

“Of course I want you baby. Stop anytime it’s too much okay? And if you want to stop, but can’t speak, I want you to tap my leg and I’ll stop right away.” He waits for my nod of confirmation. “I’m going to let you explore a bit, but let me know if you want more guidance.” He looks down to my lips and I can see how much me being on my knees is effecting him too. The outline of his dick clearly visible through his loose grey sweatpants.

My mouth waters at the sight of it and I lean forward, brushing my lips lightly against it through the fabric. He tenses up and grips my hair a little tighter in his fist as he attempts to remain still.

I reach out my hand and run my fingertips along the curve of his cock. I can feel my wetness start to dribble into my panties and squeeze my legs together the best I can in my kneeling position.

“Do you want to take off your clothes?” He asks me curiously. It’s like he can see all the thoughts racing through my head. My desire to be exposed, my love for being adored by him, and my aching need to have him inside me. My eyes flick up to his as I take a moment to center myself.

“Yes,” I nod, “yes, I want to be naked.” I reach for the bottom edge of my dress and pull it up over my head and then quickly reach back to undo the clasp of my bra. I hesitate for a moment, the feel of my breasts out and exposed for my best friend is almost too much.

He seems to get what’s wrong almost immediately.

“Hey, it’s okay, you can keep your panties on it’s too much.” His hand stroking my hair moves as he cups my chin and runs his thumb over my lips. “Remember, tell me anytime if you want to stop and we stop.” I nod again, grateful that he knows me so well.

I lick my lips and decide now is the time to be brave. I reach out and pull down his sweats and boxers to reveal is achingly hard cock. He’s uncut and shiny at the tip where precum has already wet it.

I lean forward again and take a small lick on just the tip and watch my best friend clench his jaw as he reaches to fist my hair again.

I put the tip in my mouth and hollow my cheeks as I suck him deeply. He releases a deep moan that makes my toes curl and my pussy wet. My eyes roll back a bit as I take him as deep as I can until my nose is pressed against his abdomen. I try to hold it there and breathe for a moment before I pull back up with a pop. I look at him to make sure that was okay and I’m met with an amazed look on Hayden’s face.

“That’s so good baby. You’re doing so good for me” He praises me and I feel lit the fuck up with tingling and warmth all over my body. My mouth opens for him again and this time he gently pushes my head down as he thrusts up. “Is this okay?” He asks me in a strained voice as I enthusiastically try to nod my approval. Once he gets my response he groans loudly and deeply as he begins to thrust up in earnest.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long.” He hold my head in place as he uses my mouth and I can’t take aching need anymore. I reach down and slip my hand in my panties to try to get some relief.

“That’s it baby. Touch your clit for me. I want to taste your cum too.” His words are so filthy I moan around his cock as he continues to thrust it into my mouth. I rub my clit exactly as he tells me to, grateful to relieve some of the built up tension in my body.

“Oh fuck. I’m coming baby, I’m coming, fuck.” His rhythm becomes almost violent as he forces his cock in and out of my mouth at a rapid pace. I’m in heaven as I feel his cum explode in my mouth. I suck it deeper into my mouth and swallow as much as I can manage. It tastes better than I expected. He stares at me reverently as he pushes the remaining bits of cum into my mouth and I lick and suck all of it from his fingers. It feels so good to see him like this. He’s so relaxed and I love knowing that I’m the one that did that for him.

“That was perfect baby.” He says as he goes back to stroking my hair. “Thank you. How’s your little pussy doing?” He asks me seriously and I wiggle a little as I think about how much I still need to be touched.

“It’s good” I’m surprised at how rough my voice sounds. I clear my throat as he waits patiently. “Do you want to taste me?”

He smiles as if he expected me to say this and he reaches for my hands to pull me up.

“Of course I want to taste that pretty pussy baby.”

To be continued…

Do you focus on getting to know them as a person first? Do you discuss interests, limits and boundaries first? Do you decide if you have chemistry in vanilla ways before going into a bdsm dynamic?
Do you start planning out a scene in your head?

I’m not a Dom, but I write from the perspective of Doms occasionally in my fictional stories and this is the part that usually stumps me because I don’t know how Doms think when starting out their dynamics. I know everyone is probably going to be a little different, but what is most important to you when starting out a new dynamic with a sub?

Elle
‘This would be so much easier if I had a boyfriend’, I thought to myself for the millionth time as I tried desperately to keep my vibrator inside me as I watched a video on my phone of a woman getting railed hard in her pussy as she leans over her kitchen counter. My vibrator keeps slipping out of me with my inner muscles squeezing it as I get closer to coming. I end up doing a weird position where the heel of my foot is holding it inside me so I don’t push it out, but still it’s not enough to reach that spot deep inside me that I know is there, but I’ve never been able to quite hit on my own. That’s all I’ve ever been, on my own. Being a virgin at 25 is not something I’m really that embarrassed about anymore, it’s more of just an annoyance at this point.

I’ve always had a strong sex drive. The aching need to be filled and touched consumes far too much to my time for someone who has no time to go out or date. I’ve spent most of my life working my ass off in school and being the good girl I was always expected to be. I wasn’t allowed to date in high school and I went to an all women’s university because that was the best university out there at the time and I wanted to be the best. I don’t regret it. I made so many wonderful friends and there were no distractions from my studies. The problem is I never got around to actually meeting men and experiencing sex and now I worry that no man will even want to be with me if he knew he had the responsibility of being my first.

I give up on my vibrator and the video. Clearly it isn’t happening and I don’t want to force it. My clit is already so tender from the repeated vibrations from the little nub attached to my rabbit toy pressing against it. I pull it out of me slowly, wincing slightly at the squelching sound it makes from how wet I still am. I’ve always been so embarrassingly wet when I get turned on. It usually leaves little damp spots on my panties right on my clit so when there’s a breeze up my skirt it tickles the wetness and have to squeeze my thighs together to get some relief. It makes me want to rub up against something until I come like a feral kitten. God I need to get fucked soon. I’m at the point where if any man offered himself to me I might cry in gratitude and that truly is too pathetic to process.

I take a big sip of my wine as I swipe out of the video and open my favorite app. It’s a social networking app, but there’s also a section where people in your area can post anonymous confessions and I spend way too much of my free time scrolling through them reading. One person just posted. It’s a man, he’s married and he’s confessing how much he wishes his wife would take control in the bedroom. He wants her to put on a strap on dildo and fuck him hard while he whimpers and begs. I already feel warm just reading it and I take another sip of my wine to steady myself. Another person talks about how she hates when her boyfriend makes her suck his dick. I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to be on my knees with a thick cock tapping at my lips. I subconsciously start to open my mouth and reach out my tongue as if an imaginary cock will somehow find its way inside me. Like I said, pathetic. I continue to sip some more as I scroll. Deciding what’s the worst that could happen, I open up a page to write my own confession and I title it ‘Virgin Slut Seeks Hard Cock to Play With’.

I write about my wetness, my desperate need to be touched, my desire to fill all of my holes, maybe even all at the same time. I describe how I would do anything just to be touched and how I wouldn’t mind doing nasty, filthy things for a man as long as he was nice to me at the end of the night. I take a deep breath and one final long sip of my drink and then I press the post button on the top corner of my screen.

I decide that’s enough impulsiveness for one night and I close out of the app and settle in for bed. I sink into my silk pillows, half dreaming about how nice it would be to finally be filled when my phone screen lights up with a notification. I reach for my phone and tap it open to see an unread message request on my favorite app. The message subject reads ‘Hard Cocks Seek Virgin Slut’. My face is already heating as I accept the request and start reading.

‘Hi angel. I read your post and I am very willing to fulfill your desires. If it’s not too much for you, my friends and I would love to meet you. There are four of us, myself included. We are kind, respectful men who having been looking for a good little slut to play with. It sounds like you would be perfect. We would take things at your pace and we certainly do not mind only doing whatever you are comfortable with. We also are more than willing to fill all of your lovely holes at once if that is what you need. Let me know if you’re interested.*
Sincerely,
Matt’

What the fuck did I just read. Four men. Four men!? Okay that might be too much. Why does it also sound so good? Could that really even work? I’m typing before I even have a chance to let myself overthink this.

‘Hi Matt. I’m interested. I’m nervous and I don’t know how much I’d actually be willing or able to do, so please keep your expectations low, but I am interested. When and where do you want to meet?
Anxiously,
Elle’

I hit send before I realize I included my real fucking name. God, whatever, I’m already too curious to turn back now.

He replies just as quickly.
‘Elle,
Such a sweet name for such a filthy girl. We will be at Joe’s coffee shop at 10am tomorrow if you’re interested in meeting with us. Hope to see you soon angel.
Sincerely,
Matt’

I try to fall asleep again, even more giddy and horny than I was before, and all I can think about is I won’t have to suffer for much longer.

Elle
‘This would be so much easier if I had a boyfriend’, I thought to myself for the millionth time as I tried desperately to keep my vibrator inside me as I watched a video on my phone of a woman getting railed hard in her pussy as she leans over her kitchen counter. My vibrator keeps slipping out of me with my inner muscles squeezing it as I get closer to coming. I end up doing a weird position where the heel of my foot is holding it inside me so I don’t push it out, but still it’s not enough to reach that spot deep inside me that I know is there, but I’ve never been able to quite hit on my own. That’s all I’ve ever been, on my own. Being a virgin at 25 is not something I’m really that embarrassed about anymore, it’s more of just an annoyance at this point.
I’ve always had a strong sex drive. The aching need to be filled and touched consumes far too much to my time for someone who has no time to go out or date. I’ve spent most of my life working my ass off in school and being the good girl I was always expected to be. I wasn’t allowed to date in high school and I went to an all women’s university because that was the best university out there at the time and I wanted to be the best. I don’t regret it. I made so many wonderful friends and there were no distractions from my studies. The problem is I never got around to actually meeting men and experiencing sex and now I worry that no man will even want to be with me if he knew he had the responsibility of being my first.
I give up on my vibrator and the video. Clearly it isn’t happening and I don’t want to force it. My clit is already so tender from the repeated vibrations from the little nub attached to my rabbit toy pressing against it. I pull it out of me slowly, wincing slightly at the squelching sound it makes from how wet I still am. I’ve always been so embarrassingly wet when I get turned on. It usually leaves little damp spots on my panties right on my clit so when there’s a breeze up my skirt it tickles the wetness and have to squeeze my thighs together to get some relief. It makes me want to rub up against something until I come like a feral kitten. God I need to get fucked soon. I’m at the point where if any man offered himself to me I might cry in gratitude and that truly is too pathetic to process.
I take a big sip of my wine as I swipe out of the video and open my favorite app. It’s a social networking app, but there’s also a section where people in your area can post anonymous confessions and I spend way too much of my free time scrolling through them reading. One person just posted. It’s a man, he’s married and he’s confessing how much he wishes his wife would take control in the bedroom. He wants her to put on a strap on dildo and fuck him hard while he whimpers and begs. I already feel warm just reading it and I take another sip of my wine to steady myself. Another person talks about how she hates when her boyfriend makes her suck his dick. I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to be on my knees with a thick cock tapping at my lips. I subconsciously start to open my mouth and reach out my tongue as if an imaginary cock will somehow find its way inside me. Like I said, pathetic. I continue to sip some more as I scroll. Deciding what’s the worst that could happen, I open up a page to write my own confession and I title it ‘Virgin Slut Seeks Hard Cock to Play With’.
I write about my wetness, my desperate need to be touched, my desire to fill all of my holes, maybe even all at the same time. I describe how I would do anything just to be touched and how I wouldn’t mind doing nasty, filthy things for a man as long as he was nice to me at the end of the night. I take a deep breath and one final long sip of my drink and then I press the post button on the top corner of my screen.
I decide that’s enough impulsiveness for one night and I close out of the app and settle in for bed. I sink into my silk pillows, half dreaming about how nice it would be to finally be filled when my phone screen lights up with a notification. I reach for my phone and tap it open to see an unread message request on my favorite app. The message subject reads ‘Hard Cocks Seek Virgin Slut’. My face is already heating as I accept the request and start reading.
‘Hi angel. I read your post and I am very willing to fulfill your desires. If it’s not too much for you, my friends and I would love to meet you. There are four of us, myself included. We are kind, respectful men who having been looking for a good little slut to play with. It sounds like you would be perfect. We would take things at your pace and we certainly do not mind only doing whatever you are comfortable with. We also are more than willing to fill all of your lovely holes at once if that is what you need. Let me know if you’re interested.
Sincerely,
Matt’
What the fuck did I just read. Four men. Four men!? Okay that might be too much. Why does it also sound so good? Could that really even work? I’m typing before I even have a chance to let myself overthink this.
‘Hi Matt. I’m interested. I’m nervous and I don’t know how much I’d actually be willing or able to do, so please keep your expectations low, but I am interested. When and where do you want to meet?
Anxiously,
Elle’
I hit send before I realize I included my real fucking name. God, whatever, I’m already too curious to turn back now.
He replies just as quickly.
‘Elle,
Such a sweet name for such a filthy girl. We will be at Joe’s coffee shop at 10am tomorrow if you’re interested in meeting with us. Hope to see you soon angel.
Sincerely,
Matt’
I try to fall asleep again, even more giddy and horny than I was before and all I can think about is I won’t have to suffer for much longer.