M-Self

Author's Note: A little background might give the reader a better understanding of what is to follow. I’m a successful, fairly well educated person, fun-loving and upbeat, with a variety of interests. I’m 60 years of age, 6’, 220lbs. and while not naturally submissive, slip easily into the bottom role. In fact, when aroused I experience intense masochistic cravings that allow a clever Domme to effortlessly manipulate me into wantonly and agonizingly suffering for her. I adore being visually teased and then, while tightly restrained, being subjected to heavy CBT (especially by electroshock) for my lustful attitude. ...

Author's Note: This following is an Olympic parody that tries to re-imagine how things might play out if various fetishes and sexual acts were converted into Olympic-style sports. I have written this in the form of a newsbroadcast with a bit of overarching plotlines but the various events themselves vary greatly in their sexual content so take advantage of the section index below to pick out (or avoid) whatever takes your fancy. I hope people enjoy this, it was fun to write and try to come up with things that would be sexy, vaguely plausible, and in some cases be direct parodies of existing Olympic events themselves. ...

When you love someone, you meet them halfway. I’m a switch and she is my lovely submissive who doesn’t have a single naturally dominant bone in her body. We’ve discussed ways that my sub needs can be met, and neither of us are offended or opposed to the idea of opening up to others to meet them, but for right now she’s able to prove the old adage true. She meets me halfway, and it’s absolutely perfect. ...

Author's Note: This story is dedicated to a certain 23 year old undergrad named Ann living in Singapore. Based on her stories so far which I’ve enjoyed, we have similar dark desires which we should really do something about mutually fulfilling! If you like the story Ann, email me..! My name is Quin and I’m a senior management person working in an MNC. I’m 30something and very selective who I share my time with. I’ve often been told I look half my age and still can wear my cabin crew uniform from 12 years ago. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story. While it is just my imagination working overtime, I would gladly welcome it happening to me for real! Please comment and let me know if you like it. Thank you. Chapter 1 I gotta hurry up. I gotta hurry up. I gotta hurry up. I don’t want to be late! There’s no way in this world that I want to be late! I CAN’T be late! I just CAN’T. BE. LATE! ...

Part 1 - Preparation I awake early, intrinsically realizing that today is the day. I have know that this day would come; planned a hundred times in my mind how it might unfold, seduced by the finality of it. Today is the day. A cup of coffee brings me to full awareness and my preparation begins. Everything that follows must conform precisely to a plan that is being dictated by a voice in my head, my companion self, present since childhood. ...

Author's Note: A true story of a self bondage session gone wrong One summer night not too long ago, I indulged myself in a self bondage session in my back yard. As I do this very often, I was very experienced and had become over confident in my kinky habit. Normally I would plan my session and test that everything goes to plan, hopefully, and then proceed to actually lock myself into my predicament. ...

Chapter 1 Aaron was enjoying his summer break before college. He lived with his Mom and step dad Carl in a small town in northwestern New York State. Mom and Carl had been married for a little over a year now. They both had demanding jobs but tried to spend as much time together that they could and not make the same mistakes they had in their first marriages. This didn’t leave much time for him. Aaron was already somewhat of a social train wreck. He was small and skinny but with a protruding belly starting to develop, he had the same haircut since grammar school and he was totally devoid of fashion sense. At school he was either the butt of the joke or more often than not just invisible. He never had many friends let alone girl friends but he was OK with that for now. He was pretty smart, he was going to a big school in the fall on a scholarship and he was sure things would get better eventually. Besides he didn’t think there would be too many girls in his town interested in what he was interested in. From his readings on the internet Aaron knew that he was a sexual masochist and a submissive. He wanted to be in all the pictures and videos he had been watching on the internet. The sub tied over a bench being whipped by a beautiful cruel woman. The one licking the spit off a woman’s dirty boot. Being fucked in the ass and mouth by large German women (Aaron loved German porn,) Ropes, leather, cuffs, whips, cbt humiliation. He wanted it all. Every night he would masturbate to visions of himself lying naked at the feet of an impossibly beautiful woman; tied, beaten and humiliated, But in his small town and at his age and with no social skills he had no chance to do any of this. But he did the next best thing. Self bondage and masturbation. ...

Part 1 Brad was delighted; she had invited him for dinner. Kat was a fantastic looking woman, about 25 years old, who had recently moved to the country from Stockholm. Like many Swedish women, she was tall, slim and had long blond hair. She dressed casually, typically wearing a pair of blue jeans that just seemed to hug her waist and really showed off her great figure. Although eight people had been invited to dinner, there had been a certain spark between Brad and Kat and he hoped that the evening would give him the chance to get to know her better. ...

There is this camping area that I visited one time for a birthday party that is about 1½ hours from my house. A few months later, I started thinking that the set up of the campground would be great for a self-bondage adventure. It was the perfect campsite. Just out of sight, but kind of visible if you were walking by. I arrived at around 6 o’clock, and the sun was just about setting. ...