Consensual

Sir was a close friend of mine; he was my Sadistic Dominant and I was his willing slave, his servant, and his masochistic toy when he wanted to play hard! He loved making me cry out in pain, whether it was through hard spankings, paddlings and canings that always left my butt burning hot and colored a deep shade of red with many crisscrossing dark purple welts! My desires to serve my Master and to surrender myself completely to him coupled with my deep dark need for spanking and passion for anal play were a perfect match to Sir’s interests as well! Sir never tired of making me moan or hearing my muffled cries through my penis gag as he toyed with my puckered asshole. When he positions me with my ass raised and my punished red striped cheeks spread open, that puckered little hole becomes his chosen target as he fucks it hard with his own cock. Coating it generously with his own cum before lining up his arsenal of dildos which he will now use to rape my hole mercilessly! Sir just loves to stretch, ream and torment my asshole using his passion for anal play as additional punishments for me! He always strives to push past any previous limits and has lately been applying an oral numbing gel all around my asshole before he starts to ravish my hole, forcing two 10-inch dildos inside me at the same time! Sir has amassed a large collection of dildos, butt plugs, and vibrators that just keeps growing as he is in a relentless hunt for acquiring new and larger toys to torment my willing hole with! I am forced to endure more intensity with each session, and Sir has found a way to increase my humiliation even more as well. Sir will send me to specific websites that he has chosen that sell anal insertion toys, and without telling me which toy he is interested in other than knowing that it has to be large one, I am to order the item I think he is interested in using on me. Once the toy arrives, I am bound to the punishment horse and the new toy is tested out on my hole repeatedly for the evening! If I made the wrong selection, I have to reorder another item, and then accept a severe punishment from Sir before he works over my hole with the new toy! Sir loves using my bound body for lengthy forced anal play scenes. He is persistent and won’t stop or release me until my hole has been raped and ravished to the point it is gaping open. Sir uses various methods but usually it involves a wide butt plug that he will use to tease and torment my tight puckered brown eye with. He works over my hole until he can tease it open just a bit where it doesn’t clamp all the way closed, but shows a small pouting open hole in the middle of the puckered opening. That is when he lubes up one of the bigger toys like a 12 or 13-inch dildo and then he rams that giant toy as deep as possible and continues his assault of my hole until he has savagely raped and punished it! Sir loves fucking my mouth and asshole and giving me these anal torments that stretch my hole open for him! ...

Author's Note: I’m really curious to get your feedback on this story - it was a lot harder to write that I thought it would be, only having one character is tricky! If you like it there could be more! I’m going to start by introducing myself. I’m Jenny and I’m twenty seven years old, I have a dark brown pixie cut, black rimmed Dolce and Gabbana glasses and green eyes. I’m slim, too skinny for my liking (my boyfriend says I’m petite and from my five foot two stature I can hardly disagree with him!) I work as a software programmer in outer London and at heart I’m a very kinky person. My boyfriend and I have been together for several years, unfortunately he’s currently working in Manchester so our time together is often quite limited. By the time we’ve gone out to dinner and shagged like rabbits there’s often not a lot of time for much else… my kinky side is often left unsatisfied. ...

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a story so please let me know what you think. You are lounging in your chair in front of the TV while I relax on the sofa reading a book, my feet resting on the ottoman. Every once in a while you glance over to see what I am doing. I am only wearing a collar (as instructed by my master) and a small apron. You smile indulgently at my forgetfulness. Earlier I was cooking dinner for us and I had forgotten to remove my apron afterwards. I look up at you, feeling your gaze on me, then look down at myself and my mouth forms an O. Your grin widens and your eyes grow more intense, waiting for me… I jump up quickly and remove my apron, stuttering my apologies. ...

Author's Note: A fetish fantasy for people interested in permanent bondage and body modification. _Update (2012/09/11):* I’m aware that the previous parts have mostly set the stage for things to come; however, anticipation is often said to be half the pleasure. Hopefully, you won’t find the somewhat tedious descriptions of this part too much of a letdown. Maybe you have taken the opportunity to get your own fantasies going; if so, I’d love to hear about them!* ...

I’ve always loved bondage, whether it be rope, plastic, or any other kind. but my favorite has always been self bondage. the kind that you do to yourself for pleasure, or for pain. I’ve recently been having this fantasy of being encased in concrete, completely immobilized, being forced to wait for someone to rescue me. i played this fantasy out in my mind until one day, the opportunity presented its self and i took a chance. ...

“Well, slave, how do I look?” I snapped out of my reverie and looked up to find my Mistress a full-on rubber goddess. Her ankle-length black dress flared at the bottom, showing off a flash of bare skin above her jet-black heels. Her face, perfectly made up, bright red lips that I yearned to kiss, a tight metal choker highlighting her neck. Moving my eyes down, I took in the opera-length black latex gloves, tightly buckled waist cincher and the plunging neckline showing off ample cleavage. And nestled in that cleavage, at the end of a silver necklace, a small metal cylinder, the contents of which I knew all too well. ...

Chapter 1 John stared at the rows and columns of figures on the spreadsheet in front of him and sighed. A quick glance at the office clock told him it was now 16:23 on this dull Friday afternoon. He rubbed his eyes and stretched as he yawned. As always when he was bored, his mind drifted to thoughts of his girlfriend. John considered himself very lucky to have a girlfriend like Natalie. She was very open-minded and loved to experiment. Their sex life regularly included bondage sessions and Natalie enjoyed being dominated. Recently they had even begun to use a CB2000 in some light tease and denial games. John’s only concern was that it always seemed to be him who instigated these play sessions – he didn’t like to feel that he was pressuring Natalie into doing things she didn’t enjoy but she always assured him she loved their little games. They had discussed it before and the problem was Natalie, like most women in John’s experience, was needlessly self-conscious about her body and a little shy about taking the initiative in bed. In John’s opinion (and most of his friends), Natalie had an amazing body, and on the few occasions she had taken control, she had seemed to really enjoy herself. Still, John couldn’t help but wish she would be a little more imaginative sometimes. He often fantasized about coming home from work to find his wife naked, cuffed and chained and kneeling waiting for him. Or spending the entire weekend as his girlfriend’s personal sex slave. ...

Author's Note: Two switches fall in love and this is the first of hopefully many stories about their double-the-fun sex life She knew what she was getting into, but he was such a good guy, did it really matter? She didn’t think so. Just because he was a bit kinkier than she realized, didn’t mean it would be a bad thing for them. It would definitely keep their sex life interesting for a very long time. Their relationship was new, but solid and she was excited to have another avenue to play. At first it was fairly harmless, a pair of cuffs here, a panty gag there. It was fun and new and exciting and harmless. ...

Author's Note: To marry the domme of his dreams, he will have to endure 6 weeks of milking and teasing. After she takes him from his current master, she leads him down a path of submission. Meeting Her I suppose you could say our meeting wasn’t typical. In fact I think it is pretty unique. No other guy I know can say they met their wife while bound, chained to a man’s chariot and pretending to be a horse. ...

Author's Note: This is my first completed story. Please feel free to criticize. I would love the feedback! My final class on Friday has just ended signifying the start of the weekend. It couldn’t be better timing either. I’m completely exhausted from the week of classes and lack of sleep caused by homework. I call you to let you know that I’m on my way home. You say you can’t wait but that you have to go because you are working on homework. It’s a complete lie. The second you hang up you go get three short pieces of rope. One you hide inside your pillowcase and the other two you hide underneath the bed. At this point I’m almost home and you know it. For the final touch you clean all your school supplies off the bed and remove your panties from underneath your black short shorts. You finish getting redressed just in time to hear me unlock the front door. When I walk in you are standing in the doorway to our bedroom wearing your black short shorts and a black tank top with a black lace bra underneath. At 5'8", 110 pounds, with reddish-brown hair and deliciously pale, white skin, you are the definition of sexy and you send my mind to all the wrong places. I take off my backpack and place it by the couch. ...