u/kinky_Vansh_boiii

We had been talking for a couple days, letting the teasing build. Nothing rushed, just slow tension, like both of us knew where this was headed.

He finally said he was ready to meet, though of course it ended up later than planned. Almost 2 a.m., the city half-asleep. He was finishing up with friends before slipping away to his terrace, trying to act casual even though we both knew he was excited.

When I got up there, he ducked inside to clean up. That wait felt long in the best way. When he came back, I told him what I wanted, and he didn’t hesitate. That instant obedience? That was the spark.

I told him to take his pants off and cover himself only with a short jacket. It barely hid anything. It made him look exposed on purpose, which he knew was part of the point. He stood there, nervous but eager, like he wanted to be seen and claimed at the same time.

I led him from the terrace down the stairs. He followed behind me, quiet, focused, completely tuned into the moment. A few strangers crossed our path and stared, confused and curious. He didn’t break. He stayed right where I wanted him, carrying that mix of shame and pride that made everything hotter.

We reached my scooter, and I had him sit behind me just like that. The ride through the late-night streets felt unreal. Cool air, empty roads, and him holding himself together while half-exposed. Every bump made his breathing jump.

At my building, we took the stairs to the seventh floor. His steps were careful, controlled, like he knew this wasn’t just walking… it was a test.

Inside, I locked the door. The energy shifted immediately. He moved to the floor and sat at my feet without waiting for a command. Quiet, ready, hanging on whatever came next.Still kneeling at my feet, his eyes pleaded through the haze of lust. "Strip for me," I purred, voice low and commanding. "Seduce me. Make it filthy." He rose slow, hips swaying like a desperate slut, peeling off every layer. His cock twitched hard, already leaking, as he bared it all—vulnerable, pathetic, mine to break. Better than I imagined.I grabbed my sweaty socks from the floor—damp from the night's heat—and crammed both into his gaping mouth. "Taste me, pig." His muffled whimper vibrated against the tape I slapped over it, sealing his voice into pathetic gurgles. Wrists cuffed behind his back, he was helpless now, drool already seeping."Over my lap, ass up." He scrambled into position, trembling. My hand cracked down—hard, rhythmic spanks that echoed off the walls. One. Ten. Twenty. His cheeks bloomed crimson, then fiery red-hot, welts rising like brands. He bucked and moaned into the gag, but I pinned him. Precum dripped in sticky strings onto my thigh, pooling like his shame. "Look at you, leaking like a faucet. Disgusting little whore." I smeared it across his face, forcing him to feel his own filth.Not done. I dragged him to the bed, ropes out. Ankles spread wide to the posts, arms yanked overhead—hogtied so tight he couldn't twitch without pain. Every muscle strained, cock throbbing uselessly in the air, balls tight and begging. "You're nothing now. Just a hole for my amusement."Edging time—my obsession. I teased his tip with feather-light strokes, watching him arch and sob into the gag. Closer... closer... then stop. His hips humped air desperately, denied. Again. Feathers, ice from the freezer rubbed slow over his burning skin, my nails raking his inner thighs till they bled faint pink lines. "Beg through that gag, bitch. Louder." Muffled pleas turned to animal grunts. 10 minutes. 20. 30—pure agony, his body slick with sweat, tears streaking his taped face, cock purple and pulsing. "You're breaking so pretty for me."Finally, mercy—or my whim. I milked him viciously, aiming every spurt into his open, sock-stuffed mouth. "Catch it all, cumslut. Swallow your mess." He choked it down, gagging on the salty humiliation, eyes rolling back.But I wasn't finished owning him. Bladder full, pressure building—I needed release. "Time to go home, pet. But first..." Scooter ride back: him clinging behind, jacket barely hiding his ravaged, plugged ass (I'd shoved a thick buttplug in during cleanup, twisting it deep). Wind whipped his exposure, strangers' headlights flashing his shame.His terrace again, under the indifferent stars. "Strip. Kneel. Mouth open." Naked, plug-stuffed, he obeyed like the urinal he was. I straddled his face, unleashing a hot, endless stream—straight down his throat, over his tongue, soaking his hair, chest, cock. He gulped desperately, piss dripping from his chin, pooling around his knees. "Drink every drop, toilet boy. This is your reward." The rest I hosed over his body, marking him golden—humiliated, reeking, broken.One last twist: "Keep that plug in all night. Feel me inside you while you sleep." He stumbled down to his apartment like that—dripping, taped, cum-smeared, piss-soaked—a walking testament to his submission. Mine.

Hello I am Vansh, I am 22y/o, kinky as fuck (from Pune). I am Switch that is, I am into both submission and domination. My state depends on both my partner and my mood. I am Bisexual, into both guys and girls.

My Kinks as dom:

Indoor Kinks:

I love to tie my subs, thats non negotiable, so these are my kinks-

Bondage -I enjoy binding their hands so they can’t use them, restricting their legs so every step feels controlled, and using collars or harnesses to remind them who they belong to. Sometimes I take away their senses too, covering their eyes or limiting their voice, so they rely completely on me.

Blindfolds

Writing and doodling on the body of my subs with markers of different colours

Wax Play

Ice Play

Spanking; with hands, canes, florger

Gagging mouth with handkey, socks, undies

Keeping sub on ball gag till he starts drolling and make his own body completely wet and messy

Domestic tasks like cleaning etc

Using my sub as furniture

Fingering and gaping ass

Outdoor kinks:

In public or semi-public spaces, that control becomes even stronger. They’re dressed normally, but underneath, they’re restrained subtle, hidden, but always there. No one else knows, but they feel it every second. That constant reminder keeps them on edge, aware that they’re not really free.

I like pushing them to stay composed — to walk, stand, and act normal while they’re bound and under my control. Sometimes I let them feel briefly exposed, just enough to create that sharp rush of risk, but always calculated, always controlled like flashing them nude in loo, open safe spaces., pantless late night rides.

Hardcore kinks:

Piss play

CBT - to the limit of sub

Hardfucks

Fisting

Wax placed in subs ass and let him be the candle stand.

Outdoor nudism

Chasity cage control etc

Limits:

Blood

Findoms

Extremes of everything

Too much painful tasks

hey guys i am kinky kothurd guy into kinks and bdsm if anyone up text me here or on my tg: @vansh_boiii

Well my likes which i am trying to explore as sub now a days are very specific:

I wanna try spanks till my limits ( which i never explored till my limits).

I wanna be bonded and gagged, left drooling.

Masked and bonded and my dom brings someone to inspect me.

Well idk but for one point of time as a sub i wanna try multiple ppl coming one by one and cumming on my whole body and their cum getting dring on my body will all possible men and female come and see me lying lol bit exptreme but yeah kinks are kinks...

Then i wanna be marked with abuses in my every part of my body that can be covered under clothes...creating dick drawings n all.... all over my body....

I wanna be bonded and want my dom to take me outdoor with minimal clothing with me maybe a vibrator or something on me