u/cottoncandii8

I'm 21 and have always been the quiet good girl on the outside, but inside I craved being used. After months of chatting with this experienced dom in his late 30s, I finally went to his apartment last weekend. He was calm, commanding, and made it clear he would push me but respect my limits.

The moment the door closed he ordered me to strip. I stood naked in his living room while he circled me slowly, running his hands over my breasts, pinching my nipples until they ached, then slapping my ass hard enough to make me gasp. He told me I had a perfect fucktoy body and that I was going to learn how to take it tonight.

He tied my wrists behind my back with soft black rope, then bound my arms tight so my tits pushed out. He added a chest harness that squeezed my breasts until they felt swollen and sensitive. Next came the spreader bar between my ankles, forcing my legs wide open. I was completely helpless, dripping down my thighs before he even touched my pussy.

He pushed me onto my knees on the couch, face down, ass up. The first smack of his belt across my ass made me yelp. He gave me ten hard strokes, alternating sides, praising me for keeping my legs open like a good slut. My skin was burning and I was soaking wet. He slid two thick fingers inside me roughly, pumping fast while telling me how sloppy and eager my cunt felt.

Then he grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and fed me his cock. He fucked my throat deep, holding himself there until my eyes watered, only pulling back when I gagged hard. Spit ran down my chin onto my tied tits as he used my mouth like a toy.

He untied my wrists only to flip me onto my back with the spreader bar still locked. He clamped my nipples with metal clips that stung beautifully, then pushed his thick cock into me in one slow, stretching thrust. The fullness made me moan loudly. He fucked me hard, one hand around my throat, the other tugging the nipple clamps while he called me his eager little whore.

Every thrust hit deep. I came hard around him, clenching and shaking, but he didn't stop. He kept pounding me through it, sweat dripping onto my chest, until he finally pulled out and covered my tits and stomach with thick ropes of cum.

I lay there bound, marked, and covered in his cum, breathing heavy and already wanting more.

I 21F have been seeing my Dom for a few months now and every time we meet he pushes me deeper into my submissive side. Tonight I needed it more than ever. The second I walked into his apartment he ordered me to strip. No hello, no kiss, just “clothes off, now.” I stood naked in the middle of his living room while he circled me slowly, running his hands over my body like he owned it.

He tied my wrists together behind my back with rough jute rope, then bent me over the arm of his couch and spread my legs wide. My ass and pussy were completely exposed. He started with his hand, spanking me hard until my skin was burning and I was whimpering into the cushion. Every slap made me wetter.

“You’re such a needy little slut,” he said while sliding two fingers inside me. “Already dripping just from being tied up and spanked.” The humiliation made my face burn but my pussy clenched around his fingers.

He edged me mercilessly. Over and over he brought me right to the edge with his fingers and tongue, then stopped the moment my legs started shaking. I was begging, literally pleading for permission to cum, but he only laughed and slapped my swollen clit.

When he finally decided I’d suffered enough he shoved his thick cock into me in one hard thrust. With my hands still tied behind my back he fucked me deep and rough, using the rope as a handle to pull me back onto him. He spanked me the entire time, calling me his dirty cumslut and his personal hole to use. I came so hard I almost blacked out, screaming into the couch while my whole body shook.

He wasn’t done. He flipped me onto my back, tied my ankles to my thighs so I was folded and helpless, then fucked me again even harder. He choked me lightly while telling me how pathetic I looked and how wet I got from being degraded. I came a second time with his hand around my throat and his cock buried deep inside me.

Finally he pulled out, straddled my chest, and stroked himself until he came all over my face and tits. He left me there for a few minutes, tied up, covered in his cum, breathing heavily and feeling completely used.

I’ve never felt more satisfied. Being broken down and treated like his filthy little toy is exactly what I crave. I’m already aching to go back and let him do even more next time.

I’m 21 and I’ve been collared by my Dom for six months. Last weekend he decided it was time for my most intense training yet. From Friday night until Sunday evening I was not allowed to speak unless addressed as “pet,” and I was not allowed to cum without permission.

He started by putting me in full leather restraints the moment I arrived. Thick cuffs on my wrists and ankles, connected to a heavy collar. My nipples were clamped with a chain running between them. Then he locked a steel chastity belt on me — the kind with a thick plug in my ass and a vibrator pressed hard against my clit, both controlled by his phone.

For two days I was his 24/7 toy.

He made me crawl everywhere. I followed him around the apartment on my hands and knees, the plugs shifting inside me with every movement, drooling around the gag he kept in my mouth most of the time. Every time I got too close to the edge from the vibrations he would simply turn them off and laugh at how I whimpered and humped the air like a desperate bitch in heat.

Saturday morning he tied me in a strict hogtie on the coffee table, ass up, and invited his close friend over. They used me together for hours. One fucked my throat while the other flogged my ass and thighs bright red. They took turns switching between my mouth, my pussy (once the belt came off), and my ass. I was double penetrated multiple times while they discussed how tight and sloppy their little pet was getting.

The denial was the worst part. Every time I begged with my eyes he would edge me harder — fucking me mercilessly, then stopping right before I could cum. By Sunday afternoon I was a shaking, tear-stained mess, covered in marks, drool, and their cum.

The final scene broke me beautifully.

He put me on my back in the bed, legs spread wide and chained to the corners. The vibrator went back on my clit at maximum while he fucked my ass deep and hard. His friend used my tits and throat. I was crying, begging, promising to be the best fuckpet ever if he would just let me cum.

When he finally gave permission I came so violently I squirted all over his cock and soaked the sheets. He kept fucking me through it until he pumped his load deep in my ass. His friend finished on my face.

Afterwards he wrapped me in a blanket, removed all the restraints, and held me while I sobbed from the overwhelming release. I’ve never felt more owned, more used, or more satisfied in my life.

I’m already counting down the days until he locks me up again next weekend.

I’ve been with my boyfriend (23) for almost a year. Everyone thinks we’re the perfect couple. But for the last two months I’ve been sneaking around and letting his 28-year-old brother ruin me every chance we get.

It started when he came to stay with us for a week while looking for a new apartment. One night my boyfriend passed out early after drinking. His brother and I were alone in the living room and the tension was insane. He looked at me and just said, “You’ve been teasing me for months. Come here.”

I should have walked away. Instead I straddled him on the couch and we made out like animals. He pulled my shorts to the side and fingered me until I came all over his hand, biting my lip so I wouldn’t moan too loud.

Since then it’s become an addiction. Every time my boyfriend is at work or asleep, I’m texting his brother. I’ve sucked his cock in my car in their parents’ driveway. I’ve let him bend me over in the bathroom while my boyfriend played video games in the next room. The risk makes me so fucking wet.

He’s so much better than my boyfriend. Thicker, rougher, and way more dominant. He calls me his dirty little secret slut and I melt. Last week he came over when my boyfriend was at the gym. As soon as the door closed he pushed me against the wall, yanked my leggings down, and fucked me raw right there in the hallway. He covered my mouth while he pounded me and whispered how much tighter my pussy is than any other girl he’s had.

He finished deep inside me. I had to quickly clean up and act normal when my boyfriend came home ten minutes later, still leaking his brother’s cum into my panties.

The sluttiest time was two days ago. My boyfriend went to bed early. His brother snuck into our room while I was “sleeping” next to him. He pulled the covers back, spread my legs, and ate my pussy so good I had to bite the pillow to stay quiet. Then he climbed on top and fucked me slow and deep right next to my sleeping boyfriend. I came so hard I almost cried. He pulled out and came all over my stomach and tits, then left like nothing happened.

I feel guilty as hell… but I keep doing it. I crave him. I get wet every time my boyfriend mentions his brother’s name. I’ve started wearing shorter skirts and no panties when I know he’ll be around.

I don’t know how long I can keep this secret, but I don’t want to stop. The thrill of being a cheating whore behind my boyfriend’s back is turning me into a total addict.