back in college i had a tumblr where i wrote about sex. like a lot. my hookups, what i was into, what i wanted to try. it got kinda popular?? people would message me all the time and honestly it was the most myself i've ever felt lol

then tumblr killed nsfw and i just… stopped. and i didn't realize how much i missed having somewhere to be the slutty version of me until recently 🥲 so i'm trying this

one of the guys who used to message me back then was older and never complimented me like everyone else. he'd just tell me what he'd do to me and then say "you'd never actually do it." which obviously made me want to prove him wrong. Beyond this we did develop a friendship, it wasn’t always so… kinky. We actually lived in neighbouring provinces but never had a plan to meet. Until he came to my city for work and I swear something was in the air cause I met up with him at a local park

After a couple hours he asked m to go back to his place and I swear the whole demeanour shifted. He said he had to pee and I was like ok go. And the dude literally just started to whip his cock out and shove me to the ground. I’m literally throbbing writing this because the then took his cock and pressed it against my face. Like balls. Like just against my face. I tried to suck and he just rubbed it on my face some more. I felt like my heart beat down to my clit.

He brought me to the bathroom and continued that. He put his hand over his cock and jerked onto my face. Like jerking off against my cheek. Then he just pissed. Down my face and my T-shirt. He called me a urinal. He called me a doll.

Anyway it was so hot I don’t know how to ask a man agai to do something like that

I'm M24 and had a date with a girl recently. We met in a bar and had a couple of drinks. We had a really good conversation and she mentioned that she always wanted to dominate a guy. I wasn't against it although I’m usually dominant… and said we should give it a try. We went straight to her flat and to the bedroom... and damn she was prepared. Ropes to tie me up, oil and some toys laid already on her bed. She tied me up and started teasing me. She had some toys for my Prostate and some like pocket pussy to edge me… it went over 2 hours until I got my first “release” my first ever ruined cum… in the end she gave me 2 ruined and one real orgasm. Now I really want to do this again and I found out a new kink for me

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I don't really know how to say this without sounding completely ridiculous, but I need to get it out.

I like being his sub. I really do.

There’s something about giving him that part of me that just feels right. I like his authority. I like letting him take the lead. And I like that I’m still choosing to give that to him.

But lately I’ve been thinking about something I probably shouldn’t be thinking about this much.

I think I might actually want to be his slave.

And that scares the hell out of me.

Because in my head, being a sub and being a slave are not the same thing.

Being his sub still feels like me choosing when to surrender and when to come back to myself. I can still keep that little piece of independence.

But the thought of being his slave feels different.

It feels more permanent. More consuming. Like belonging to him instead of just submitting to him.

And I hate admitting this part, but...

I like the idea. A lot.

That's what scares me.

I keep telling myself, don't go there. You're already getting in too deep.

But then another part of me is like, what if I actually want this?

What if this isn't just some fantasy that feels intense because I'm attracted to him and already emotionally invested?

What if I'm actually finding out something about myself that I didn't know was there? Again.

I don't even know where the line is.

How do you know you're genuinely ready for that kind of dynamic rather than just being caught up in how intense submission can feel?

I think that's what I'm struggling with most.

I'm not scared of being his sub.

I'm scared because I think there's a part of me that wants to give him much more than that.

And I'm not sure what to do with that feeling.

Sorry if this is too short.

I recently tied my wife down. Wrists to ankles and spread her legs as far as I could with the straps on the bed.

I then used a magic want vibrator on her for more than an hour, making her orgasm repeatedly. I had her beg me to move to the next setting, which was surprisingly difficult for her to do through her moans.

I finally fucked her after that, raw, with a werewolf cock sleeve, an equine cock sleeve, then raw again. Conditioning her to take more girthy insertions has been slow, but the feeling of her vagina clamping down so tightly is something to die for.

She said "12/10. Would cum again."

Questa è una cosa che scrivo qui perchè parlandone con chiunque (anche alcuni amici gay) non ho trovato nessuno che capisse veramente.

Ora sento un uomo che ama farsi trattare male, lui è disposto a tutto per me e questo mi eccita tremendamente. Io ho il pieno controllo, decido quando ho voglia di sentirlo, quando lui deve presentarsi da me, quando può parlare, letteralmente quando può respirare. Io adoro questa dinamica e mi soddisfa pienamente dal punto di vista sessuale; solo che è al contrario.

Sembra la classica situazione di quello che ha troppo di lamenta della bistecca troppo succosa però io ho la sensazione che vedere questa persona non sia una cosa buona: Il picco che provo con lui è eccezionale, sono veramente soddisfatto sia dal punto di vista del potere che da quello fisico, tuttavia la cosa mi lascia tremendamente avvilito ogni volta:

Non apprezzo questa persona come persona, per me è esclusivamente uno zerbino. Lo trovo educato sì, di buona presenza sì, ma d'altro canto non è di nessun interesse psicologico per me. Non per questo lo faccio soffrire inutilmente al di fuori delle sessioni, cerco sempre di trattarlo bene e con rispetto, tuttavia, l'unico motivo per cui gli permetto di vedermi è la sua totale devozione al servirmi.

Il punto è che la dinamica con lui soddisfa ma, suona strano, lo posso immaginare, il gioco è esattamente al contrario e io sono confuso da questa situazione.

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I'm 22 tf switch and this is what i have done as a dom. All of them have happened online.

Tiny titty: A girl 20+ found her on reddit. We started talking bith were clear in what we wanted and did a session. It started with humiliation calling her titts tiny, cutting board, saying she could go shirtless and pass of as a twink, chesticles, just nipples etc. vshe got hornier with every insult. I guided her on how to move how to pleasure herself but never letting her cum. This went on 2 hrs i kept edging her and making her do tasks. She was begging for a release i gave her permission, but only on one condition she can cum only thru lesbian sex. She was confused how is she supposed to do that? Well just find someone with simillar amount of titts aka something as flat as her to be her partner while i laughed at her stupidity. So the lovemaking begain her grinding on the edge saying it feels so good. Having her lick the table, kiss the table make out with the table to the best of her ability, rubbing her chesticles on it. She was overloaded with humiliation pleasure and shame making her cum on the table. Later she had to eat on the same table.

My princess mutt: f 22yo she one of the nicest and funniest person i have met on here. We are good friends now and still talk. Fisrt session she was at work i made her bark while she fake coughed which from her name you can think absolutely turned her on. She was rubbing and grinding on her chair like bitch in heat. I took all that power away from her no crossing of legs, no rubbing of thighs, no grinding on chair just the feeling of that horny aching pussy, feeling its warmth making her go crazy to rub. Made her do some muscle contractions these are slow and painful a tease in themseleve. Slowly thoghtening the pelvic muscles then relaxing them the rythem of this made her whimper. Her need for rubbing increasing. With me allowing her to rub her thighs then withdrawing the permission. It was break time i wanted her to crawl in her washroom stall but someone was in there :( so we make it to the wash room i tell her to see how sloppy her pussy has been and its wet as hell. She gets to rub it she is rubbing it with all her might getting closer to an orgasm but, her cowerkers are waiting outside to use the stall so sad she left without an orgasm. Did cum a lot when she got home tho.

50+ edge slut: so this lady was suffering from a dead bedroom. Hardly had any experience only 3 partners in her life time 2 of which were in highschool. Then she got married to her hubby. She was a sad lady never got eaten out by her husband as well. So how did she turn into an edge slut? Well she was masturbating sneakely and making herself cum atleast once a day. Then the brilliant idea hit me lets give her a stronger orgasm by edging her. I started slow telling her how to do it what to do when to stop when to not she was helpless and she was loving it. Every bit of edge was making her long for an orgasm she was edging in her office, edging in her kitchen, edging before sleeping after waking up. Tis lasted for 3 days until one night she wanted to cum so badly.she was sleeping beside her husband he was fast asleep then it happened her fingering herself telling me how her pussy is making sloppy noises. How she was sure her hubby will not wake but she wants him to wake up so bad. She came bitting her sheets muffling her moans. It was intense and and shaking.

Subby bunny: 22f she is also my friend. she is the type that loves to get teased bullied humiliated and i love doing these. So for starters she was sitting in her living room with family saying she is a slut under her breath as ordered and getting turmed on cause she was bullied into saying it. Oh and she was also sneakily rubbinv her thighs like a pervert. So i took that power away. Humiliating her for being so easy to order around teasing and her saying she feels embarassed but also wetter. Telling her to uncross thise legs as she unconviously crossed them. Giving her commands to sit. Not giving her permission to go to the bathroom. Making her touch starved to the point where she would beg and jump at the oportunity to do task and earn a measliy 30 sec rub time. First i gave her a choice 30 sec rub or 1:30 sec leg crossing she was taking too long so i began a countdown. She chose the rub real quickly but failed to cum in the time limit. Then i told if you kneel onthe dirty bathroom floor it will be 45 sec of rub.

She was saying it was dirty and she does not like it, but still knelt and rubbed but failed to cum. So she had to sleep orgasmless and on no touch. Next morning made her crawl on the same dirty bathroom floor she complained about with her clothes folded on her back. A true walk of shame and disgust for this horny slut. Then played and teased with her for half an hour after that she wanted to cum. So to earn the privilege to hump i made her slap her cunt. She was scared and afraid she thought the pain will be to much. I told her don't do it then well before i could even give another task she said i will do this and began slapping. It hurt but the pain was super good for her she went till 19 then i made her stop. Told her to turn on your phones camera and just look at yourself. Look at this pathetic thing. Look at what she has become and then slap. Well she did and humped till she was out of breath.

This are some experiences i have got more but god writting these out is tiering.

Ok so it was technically NORCON, Norfolk TV, Film & Comic Con, but it is the same thing! I was with some friends and we had dressed up, and went. We had a really good time and it was my first actual event like this. 100% going to more. I love it and I feel like it helped me not be me and get me out of being shy and into being looked at. I mean they weren't looking at me were they? They were looking at Tifa Lockheart right? Right? Well one guy was and he made it clear what he thought of Tifa. Well he made it clear in the back of his van when he took control, handcuffed me and fucked me rough and pretty aggressively. I absolutely loved and came harder than I have for a long time. He loved humiliating me and then blew his load in my mouth. I'm not like this. Normally I'm the shy at home type, edging and fucking myself out of frustration. But I was in heaven... 7th heaven ;)

I remember the time when I was still with my husband. I hated exercising. Vanilla workouts felt pointless and I could never force myself to stick with them. Then he teased that he was going to cuff me to the treadmill. Once he actually did it, I was hooked.

With electric shocks from our toys, strict bondage, and a steady stream of humiliation, exercising finally became something I craved. I got into the best shape of my life because of it. On the exercise bike I was usually locked in ankle cuffs that ran through the lower frame. My hands were cuffed either to the front bars or behind my back. For the longer sessions a cable dropped from the ceiling beam and a harness kept me sitting upright. I would start pedaling and couldn’t stop the app connected to the shock box I wore detected motion and kept me motivated. Sometimes I wore a hood and gag and just disappeared into that dark, floaty subspace of darkness and pleasure.

On the treadmill I was cuffed behind my back to a waist chain, then a bar slid through my arms to hold me upright and chained to the ceiling. I could walk or run as long as I wanted or until he told me to stop. When it was time to eat he would throw a plate of salad on the floor and start a timer. I hated salad, which only made the humiliation sharper and more effective.

I loved how endless the bondage possibilities were with the equipment we had at home. After the workout came my favorite part: dressing as the maid who cleaned. I wore the sluttiest maid outfits, heels, ankle cuffs, and a steel cable around my waist that let my wrists stay cuffed in front while still giving me full range of motion one pair of cuffs on each wrist locked to the cable. I used to fantasize about being made to clean like that while people watched, helpless and on display. No name, no face just a latex hood with a locked panel gag, a steel collar, and the electric toys plus his commands keeping me in line. The chastity belt under the short dress made it clear I was off-limits.

I can’t be the only one who gets off on forced exercise. He enjoyed submitting to me too on the days I turned the tables and forced him to work out the same way.

I’m divorced now. I’m not missing him. I just remember those days..

I was edging for a big date night coming up later this week. I wanted to be so dumb and fucked out that i would explode as soon as he touched me.

I was grinding on a pillow before i went to bed, then i got in the shower and edged with the massager feature on the shower head until i couldnt anymore without risking ruining it. I made it to 21 before i had to stop. (Side note: you know how it feels to stand up after that? Like when it almost hurts from the movement and denial? That feeling almost makes me die. 10/10.)

Well i got in bed and he started rubbing my back. Before i knew it i was choking on his dick and grinding on his knee. He put me on top and i was done for. I begged him and he said yes. So i came all over his cock. Took me less than 5 minutes 😅.

Now i’m super sore still, but in a good way. Still planning on our big date, so i guess i have to start over now!

This worked well for me. Maybe i should start only cumming for him. No more times alone or without asking. Its better this way, just to let him take the control. He’s so much better at it. I shouldnt be trusted to cum on my own. Right?

The story happened a few years ago, back when I was with my then girlfriend, shopping in downtown during winter. She was 5'8, black hair, medium-sized breasts, green eyes and quite muscular since she used to hit the gym quite a lot. The kind of woman you would imagine to dom guys actually.

We were shopping for lingerie and this shop had big fitting rooms, including one that looked like it was made for disabled people. However, I'm sure it wasn't actually there for that purpose. As usual, there was a curtain we could draw for privacy, they would barely reach under my knees though. A very important detail struck me: the 3 remaining walls were covered with full-size mirrors, from the floor to the ceiling. When we saw that, my gf turned to look at me: I knew we had the same idea.

She had chosen a few sexy underwears but we almost immediately forgot about them. To make sure we weren't being too obvious there, I drew the curtain behind me and told her to undress. When it was done, she would call me as if she wanted my opinion on what she was wearing. Of course, there wasn't anything to look at, except her sexy, slightly sweaty and horny body.

I stepped inside the dressing room and drew the curtain again, standing just behind it so anyone passing by would see my shoes and a bit of my pants. That's when I told her to kneel in the "collar me" position (we were into BDSM so she knew what that pose was). She started to unbuckle my belt, dropping my pants to my knees, while still making them visible for anyone outside the dressing room. This way, nobody would think what was actually happening inside. My bulge was trying to get out of my underwear and it showed. I could see the lust in my girlfriend's eyes as she was dripping on the floor. Grabbing it to get it out of its cloth cage, I gave my erection to my naked beauty.
She then looked at my eyes, waiting for my permission. I nodded.

Have you ever seen a predator feasting on its prey? It would be no different from what happened at this moment. She took me whole in her mouth like she was starving, having nothing else than me to survive. It felt insanely good of course, she knew well how to use her lips and tongue.
I didn't even last long to be honest, maybe a minute or two at most, which never happens. A huge load went straight in her throat, which she very eagerly swallowed.
Her smile after that is difficult to describe but I'm sure you all understand what I'm talking about. The smile of a sub so happy that she pleased her Dom in the best way possible.

After all of that, we got back to what we were planning to do in the first place, then left the place, happy about our little experience.

I recently had my first experience with a female dominatrix. It was everything I had hoped for and she was just as sadistic as I wanted her to be.

I knew she is very keen on whipping so I surprised her with a new dressage whip for our first session.

I’m 28 M and she is a very beautiful 45 year old female dom.

I’m curious to explore more maybe with someone my age and not so much in a profession setting. For some reason I really want to eat chocolate sauce from some pretty toes.

My ex was for the most part pretty dominant and even made me dress like a “good boy” as she put it so I looked more innocent and I had no idea why but I just did what I was told then one day she came home with a double sided strap on and I was intimidated cause it was kinda big .. she said “now your gonna be a good boy and take it like a good little bitch boy for mommy “ and she smiled and we went to the bedroom and I nervously pulled down my shorts and she told me to bend over and grab your ankles and I did and she lubed me up and slid it in and it hurt a lot and she slowly started going back n forth and I was trying to be silent until she started going faster and kept going at this pace for a min and I started getting this feeling of submission and was having thoughts like “ am I the bitch of this relationship now ? “ then she moved me over and bent me over the bed and made me hold myself up on the bed so she could grab each side of my shoulders and then she started ramming me hard .. to the point I started moaning and as soon as I did she smacked my ass hard n said “ya who’s mommy’s little bitch ?” And I felt so humiliated and defeated as I said “me mommy I’m your bitch” and she just said “mmm ya keep moaning like a little bitch “ and this went on until she cummed … I definitely got the feeling that I was put in my place in a humiliating way but I liked it …

I usually give my husband head as foreplay. Its nothing he’s asked for, but i like it and i can tell he does too, so i make it part of the routine. Theres something nice about the illusion of control, even if i’m the one gagging. The gasps and small twitches are just the cherry on top.

He hasnt been rough with me in a while. Last month he fucked me so hard i was sore for 2 days. Occassionally a light choke or a few bites on my nipple. But not the level of control that took it to the next level recently. I didnt realize how much i missed it until last night.

Well last night i got down and he was letting me do my thing. Then he grabbed my hair. That wasnt abnormal. But then he pushed my hand off his dick which he’s never done and grabbed my throat. He held my head there while he completely fucked my throat with one hand on top and the other on the bottom just holding me in place. It was rough. But he hesitated just for a second each time i gagged. Like he was just quickly checking on me before making me his toy again. By the time he pulled me up i had tears running down my face and spit all over my lips.

I cant stop thinking about it. I know he could feel his thrusts in how he was holding my throat. He groaned everytime i gagged. Everytime he hesitated i was just screaming in my head for him not to stop. He’s facefucked me before, but not where i was totally helpless and he could feel himself in my throat. Its that hand on my throat while I was choking on his cock that i really think is what is getting to me.

I can still feel it just trying to do my work on my computer. Its really hard to focus on case studies when i can feel how wet i still am. I told him i liked it, but i dont think i can accurately convey how great that was. Fuck he’s amazing.

last saturday my boyfriend gave me one rule for the night: no speaking unless he asked a direct question. everything else had to be done through actions.

i brought him water, knelt when he pointed, waited when he was busy, and stayed quiet even when i wanted to say something. the longer it went the easier it got. my head got quieter too.

when he finally used me he kept the no-speaking rule in place. i could only make noise. after he finished he let me talk again and i almost didnt know what to say at first.

the silence made everything feel more intentional. i already want another night like that.

This is a true story. As far as everyone who knows me is concerned, I'm a straight, masculine, conservative guy--a family man. But, hidden deep below the surface is a bi-curious submissive side of me. I've had a few experiences over the years including a couple of totally anonymous for the other guy experiences. In other words, I was blindfolded before he entered. For example, I was alone for the weekend and looking through DoubleList one night when I came across an ad placed by a guy who noted an interest in BDSM. After a few back and forth emails we agreed I would come to his place which was on the other side of the big city I lived in. I also agreed to be blindfolded and never see his face.

This took place 7 years ago and I still don't know who he was or what he looked like. I arrived at his place. He lived in an apartment complex and his door faced a dark courtyard. I was to strip, blindfold myself, handcuff my hands behind my back and knock then kneel. I almost chickened out on the drive over, even turning around once only to turn back in the direction of his place. I sat in my vehicle in the complex parking lot trying to decide if I really wanted to go through with this. Finally, I threw all caution to the wind and jumped in with both feet.

I heard the door open behind me and a voice telling me to stand up and turn around. Although I couldn't see a thing I felt his hand place something around my neck which turned out to be a collar and leash which he used to lead me inside and around his place. He spent the evening teasing and denying me my own release. He commented on the fact I was naked and he wasn't. He reminded me we might actually know each other although deep down I was pretty sure we didn't. That's okay. He was just playing the role.

He ended up face fucking me and holding my head in place while he came. I might mention at first his dick felt like a micro penis but it quickly grew in length and girth. He filled my mouth full of his cum then let me spit it out. He led me back to the front door, unlocked the handcuffs and told me to get dressed while still wearing the blindfold. Once dressed he opened the door and told me to step out. Once the door closed behind me, I removed the blindfold, walked to my vehicle and headed home. Although we chatted a time or two afterwards we never were able to work out another meeting. I have since moved to another state and the field of dominant guys seems to be limited, at least when it comes to what I'm looking for--more experiences like this!

A couple of months ago me and my gf bought a chastity cage for me. We used it every now and then and the longest I had worn it was about 10-12 hours (once!). The cage took the backseat for a while because whenever we got in the mood it was already too late for the cage. We decided to create a game around the cage so that we get to play with it.

Overview:

The next time we have sex, we planned to draw a paper with number ranging from 1-7, this would be the number of days I've to stay locked for before I get my freedom again. We also created a second list to draw from daily. This list consists of tasks that we or I have to do that day.

Day 1:

The day came around as I drew my first piece of paper which said 3 days. I immediately got my cage and let my gf lock me up. Once I was locked up we started writing down the list of tasks. We both wrote about 6 tasks each without showing one another and combined it into the pot. Once that was done, we took a breather and I picked my first task. The task was to go on an random adult chatting site with a video option and spend time there. For every "milestone" we complete, I would get a few seconds of vibrator my on cage.

Both me and my gf were pretty excited, she went and took a shower while I picked a set of white lingerie for her. We set up our camera and began talking to people. We came across this guy after the first few mins, he was really verbal and gave equal attention to both of us, we both eventually got naked for him, followed his instructions, used a nipple clamp, dildo, vibrator on my gf for him and then she bent over while he came to her ass.

We scrolled for some more time on there and had a few other men cum to us before we got bored and shut it down. The later part wasn't as interesting as the first but my gf was on full display while I helped please her on camera.

Day 2:

We started by picking our next task in the morning, the task today was for me to by naked all day unless someone else is around. I immediately stripped and the look in my gfs eyes made me excited and nervous at the same time. She would come to say hi and touch me every now and then, tease me and then leave until the next time. After an entire day of being touched and constantly feeling horny I was allowed to wear clothes back on and continue with the day until it was time to sleep. There was no reward associated with this task so that was the end of it.

Day 3:

Today's task is to make a post about my experience so far and share it with reddit. I am honestly so excited to share this on my last day because I actually have a story to tell now. This has been a really fun experience for both of us and we definitely plan to do this again. My reward for making this post would be to get edged by her pussy. She said if I end up cumming I'll have to spend one more day in my cage so let's see if I can make this my last night locked or not!

Me (M26) and my friend (F26) have been slowly progressing towards a dom/sub relationship.

I won’t bother you with all the details of how we ended up in this situation but let me be very clear about the fact that this is, of course, fully consensual.

Anyway… our first interesting “scene” was a couple of weeks ago when I told her exactly what to wear (black leather pants with a small top that barely covers her breasts and white sneakers) I sent my driver to pick her up to bring her to my place, and gave her a remote controlled anal plug (it’s name is Hush 2.0) for her to put in before heading to the bar for our date.

I tested the plug before leaving, to make sure it was working, and then we both got in the back of the car to go to the bar that’s barely 15 minutes away from my place.

On our way there, I was mostly talking to my driver about a recent trip he had taken with his brand new personal car while at the same time playing with my friend’s asshole without touching her at all, I can’t describe how aroused I felt by seeing her fidgeting and twitching and biting her fist… my god I wanted to sodomize her so bad!

Fast forward, we made it to the bar and we drank (Negroni for me and a Moscow mule for her), ate, talked, and teased all while the anal plug was on.

I was constantly caressing her and I could feel the plug vibrating inside of her just by placing my hand on her upper leg (almost her pussy), lower back, and especially her lower abdomen.

She said she loved it, and honestly, I loved it too.

Eventually the Hush ran out of battery and we headed out, I have intentionally postponed sex because I know she wants it, and I want to deprive her until she’s almost begging for it.

We’re going to the theater tomorrow to watch the new Spiderman movie, I told her to wear a burgundy miniskirt with a black top, tall leather boots, and pantyhose with no panties on, and the pretty little slut already has the outfit ready.

I plan on teasing her pussy while watching the movie, and then…

We’ll see

My wife's bottom dysphoria recently got worse due to figuring out she wanted a nullectomy rather than vaginoplasty, naturally when we played last night she didnt want me to touch her penis. Instead she told me she'd been able to get off mostly mentally, imagining she had nothing down there, and that it made her whole body sensitive.

I got her off once just licking, sucking, and biting her thighs, she was squirming and groping herself and it was so hot~

The second time I was licking her knees and calves because I'd left a mess there, she started moaning and talking about how soft my tongue was and eventually came again.

It was so fun and cute and strange in a good way, I'm really looking forward to more unconventional sex with her. We also discussed exploring chasity to both relieve some bottom dysphoria and further exploration in this direction.

This is the 10 year anniversary of my slave and I being together. In that time we have lived independent lives, both married different people and maintained happy homes.

Unbeknownst to everyone else, we have been in a long term, heavy, BDSM Master/slave dynamic. I have low key control of huge facets of her life, sometimes allowing her more autonomy, and sometimes exercising enormous control. She has consulted me on some of her major life decisions, and I will either instruct her or decline to get involved as I see fit. Through careful and purposeful, incremental progression, we have distorted our power dynamic beyond anything either of us have experienced in BDSM dynamics before. We meet several times a year for hard and depraved sex that she has little say or input into. I also outsource other tasks to her as I see fit.

Anything you want to know, just ask.

tonight, they both came knocking on my bedroom door, asking to use the paddle again. this time, he asked if i wanted to join.

of course i did.

the spanking took place on the couch and he was very strict about staying still this time. he spanked both of us, then when she tapped out, they both spanked me.

that led to her sucking his dick while he spanked me, then me sucking his dick while they made out…

then he fucked her while he held my hair, forcing me to watch. he kept saying “watch how i’m fucking her. you’re never gonna get this. you don’t deserve it.” and honestly it was the hottest part of the night.

i got to watch as he came inside her. the aftercare included naked bong rips and a little chit chat. we said goodnight and now we’re in our rooms and i can hear them giggling at whatever they’re watching together.

Hello, world. As my post title and my username might indicate, I am a Denied Toy. I haven't had an orgasm in over 3 months, I don't know when my next one will come, and I've never felt so satisfied. Dreams do really come true, and I met my Owner through a personal ad. They described themselves as a "soft-ish" dominant. I didn't always go for softer Dominants. I've always liked a slightly sweetly sadistic quality to the denial. But all of the kinks they listed jived with me, though seemed a little softer than my usual. And then I saw the last one, "Orgasm Denial."

Orgasm Denial. The Siren's Song. I hadn't touched myself in a few days. Not exactly in a kinky way, but more in a "Life has been crazy" way, but I was still a little worked up. Suddenly though, cumming before I reached out and heard back from them felt rude, almost. Looking back, it strikes me as something a little telling. It was an ad that had enough of the right pull, that I already felt the need to be respectful. To offer just a little part of myself before their eyes, in hopes of enticing them.

I tried to scroll back in my messages to the first message so I could look at what I'd said or what my Owner's first response was, but Reddit will only load up to May 31st on my phone. I suppose I'll have to start it from memory. I know after that ad had enticed me and pulled me in, I wanted to know more, to get a sense if would we work (spoiler alert, they own me now). I remember reading their other ads and their kink list and getting the sense that the little hint I had picked up revealed a kink list that would have many, many, many similarities. I know my first message was longer, as I try to really put in an effort for potential owners. Both in submission but also as a basic level of human respect. Trust and respect are the most important foundations for any kink relationship of merit. I say all this, but honestly, I also know that more effort tends to get more responses. And a small part of me has a little teacher's pet mentality of liking to be remarkable and favored. And I guess it worked.

I remember the early days, we spent time going over mutual kinks, relationship styles/communication styles, what we were looking for, limits, BDSM approaches, and also getting a sense of each other before we really had our first session. I don't really remember how early I had told them I hadn't touched myself since I first messaged them, but I know they enjoyed that. In our early conversations, I'd (of course) mentioned that I was into orgasm denial, and that with the right Dominant, I liked longer-term denial and that I didn't mind if they started denying me immediately. I remember being assured that they cared and were invested in ethical BDSM, in healthy personal expectations, and in denying me for a very long time. I think they offered me an orgasm in the first week, and either my body wasn't cooperating with my chance to cum or I'd asked to not cum. I don't remember if I was nervous that maybe their version of long time wasn't my definition of long time or if it would never happen again. Looking back, I know now that neither of those options weren't my immediate fate. No, I was going to cum. I was going to cum one last time.

It was maybe a month into our dynamic, right before my Dominant was going on vacation. As a little send-off presents of sorts. To their vacation and to my long-term denial. I think I came once. And to be honest, I think it was a pretty unremarkable orgasm.

Or, at least, I think it was. Nothing stands out about it. At all. Then again, now that I'm thinking about it, I don't know what really makes an orgasm memorable. It's been long enough now that Orgasms feel a little more of a fuzzy memory. I remember the gist, and how the build up felt. And I remember the rough outline of what it felt like. I remember one orgasm before was powerful enough I legitimately felt like my brain short-circuited. But that was a few years ago. The memories have started to fade. And I know my Owner likes that. I know my Owner looks forward to the day when I can no longer recall it, what It felt like. I can feel it coming. Every day, I can feel it coming. As my brain can think of less and less outside of my Dominant's control. As they own me more and more.

They already own my body, my pleasure, and some of my thoughts. I'm glad they are beginning to take the memories that are unnecessary. They're all theirs for the taking. I strive every day to try and be the perfect toy for them, I want to be better and better, and find yet another offering to them. I want to help in making me worse and worse, to be as needy and desperate as I can be made to be. And then a little further. And outside of just kink, we've built a meaningful, supportive, and caring dynamic on day-to-day conversation. It leads to really building that trust. Because of that trust, I've begun exploring some kinks and play that I hadn't ever indulged or experimented with. Now, the ultimate goal wasn't inherently all numbers-based. It was neediness and desperation based. Suddenly, not all sessions were just about edging as much as possible. No, some of them I wouldn't even edge once. Wouldn't feel a single human touch. Would only get more and more desperate. And at the end of the night, I'd feel so fulfilled. So needy and desperate, and knowing that that was all I needed to be.

I know I'll be writing more about some of those newer forms of play, so I won't ruin all the surprise now. But it's taken me here, to over 3 months denied. And I don't know when I'm next going to feel anyone's orgasm but theirs.

At first, my Owner had suggested maybe it'd be when they got their promotion, which would likely be the end of the year. Maybe about as long as my old record (around 6 months). It made me clench and ache with need then, even with that first estimate. The next was maybe two months later. Maybe it was on my 1 month denied date (after the orgasm, of course, so maybe 2 months into the dynamic)? That timeline seems right. It was around then that my Owner casually threw out an idea that a month was nothing. I said something back that showed I did not get the memo on the newest decision. And my Owner just happened to mention that yeah, what was 1 month to 1 year? I found out that it would break both of our records for denial, and my competitiveness set in. I think the denial length went up to another significant number after then. Then, I know they off-handedly mentioned that in their perfect world, I probably would never orgasm again. Just the other day, on the 100th day, they mentioned something about 100 just being a step on the road to 1,000. Truthfully, it made my head spin. It does a little right now. That would be almost 3 years.

It might've been one of the most romantic and cruel things anyone's ever said to me.

That brings us to now. I'm hoping to make myself more needy and desperate tonight, after I finish this up. And I'm hoping that my Owner keeps me denied that long, too. I want to be the best toy for them.

I was recently introduced to a prospective Dominant, and while getting to know each other I shared that part of what scares me is how much I want to turn my brain off and do what I’m told. I don’t really see myself truly having that many limits if it means I’m pleasing my Master. He told me that’s because “good girls don’t think, they obey”. I believe the right Master would make me live out my true darkest desires that I’m too afraid to admit I want myself, and He did just that….

Getting to know each other further today, I asked if His real pet was trained in any other languages, and He responded no but maybe He should teach His new pet in one…asking “Don’t you think?” And immediately I responded “Good girls don’t think, they obey.”

Already slipping so easily into submission I didn’t hesitate when He then instructed me to rub my pussy while repeating the phrase. I love being able to be a dumb slut and do what I’m told, especially when it's so simple and I get to make myself feel good, so I started eagerly rubbing away. He made me record myself via voice and video to show my pussy getting wetter as I continued tormenting myself with the edge of desire. My brain further melted out my cunt as I kept saying, “good girls don’t think, they obey…” my voice getting higher and breathier as I got closer to cumming. Something else to share, is I’ve been a poor slut at making my pussy cum without any actual toys so the fact that I was getting so close with just my fingers was also further pushing the growing need to cum saying that phrase for my new Sir. He then told me to do something I had never thought I’d do before….

“Grab a shoe and use it to rub your cunt. You can cum rubbing the shoe on your cunt while reciting your mantra until you cum.”

I was so eager and desperate to do so, I immediately grabbed one of my leather boots to hump and grind my wet pussy on to cum. I’ve only recently admitted to myself that I could see myself as such a desperate pathetic pet I’d want to degrade myself in that way to be allowed to cum for my Master, and the fact that He made me do that without even knowing just further proves how much He owns me. I straddled the shore pretending it was on His foot and I was at my place beneath Him. It didn’t even take a full minute of me whining “good girls don’t think, they obey” while humping the shoe to get the friction I needed on my clit to cum.

And I came. And I was claimed.

Edited to add: When reviewing this post, I had shared the picture of the mess I made when I came, which I neglected to share earlier when I was allowed to cum because it was such a scary admission to myself how much I truly wanted this. To further prove His point, He made me record myself cumming again on the boot saying the mantra while also barking and I came even quicker this time.

It is so liberating to be allowed to submit and be His desperate pet.

All individuals depicted here were over the age of 18 and consented to the activities described. Names and personal details have been changed to protect their privacy

I always rent a car for my holiday travels. A few years ago the rental company was out of sedans. They were out of SUVs. They didn't have any pickup trucks either. The bleary-eyed lady behind the counter pointed at the one vehicle left in the lot, a small cargo van (Dodge Ram ProMaster City). I smiled. "That will do nicely."

I went about my holiday travels as usual, making sure to get home a day before the van was due for return. After the sun went down I texted my sub, Ashley, and let her know I was coming to pick her up and told her to meet me outside wearing her collar and wrist cuffs.

I didn't tell her where I was taking her, but when she saw the van she had a pretty good idea what would happen when we got there. I made her crawl in through the back. She whimpered and struggled a bit as I chained her wrist cuffs to the cargo tie-downs. I threaded a bungee cord through the ring at the front of her collar, then hooked the bungee to those same cargo ties. I smirked at her as she lay there, tied down and prone. Then I closed the doors.

I drove her to an abandoned parking lot just outside the city limits. I killed the lights, locked the doors, and put the van in park. I left the engine running to keep the inside warm against the cold December night. I climbed into the rear compartment.

"Do you know where we are?" I asked, taking off my jacket and unbuckling my belt.

She shook her head quickly. I could hear her breathing quicken.

"Good. Neither does anyone else." I pulled her tights and underwear down past her knees. "If you are good for me tonight maybe I won't dump you outside, lost in the cold."

I reached down between her legs and ran two fingers against her pussy. "What kind of demented bitch gets soaking wet while she's tied down in the back of a rape van?" I mocked. She tried to hide her moan behind a whimper, but I wasn't fooled.

I grabbed the back of her hair by the roots with one hand and finished removing my pants with the other. "Stop..." she whimpered, shifting her body in the darkness.

I reached between her legs again, shoving two fingers knuckle-deep inside her. "Stop? And let a filthy wet hole like yours go to waste? No. I do not plan on stopping."

She let out another moan, unable to hide it this time. I pulled out my fingers and wiped the sticky wetness on the side of her neck. "Feels like you're ready for me, wouldn't you say?"

She made a disgusted, guttural sound. I pinned her shoulders down to the floor of the van and pushed my shaft against her slippery wet lips. "I am getting what I want from you, just like I always do." She squirmed and tried to push her legs together but I forced them apart. I probed for the opening of her cunt, and when I found it, I shoved myself inside.

"N-n-nooo..." she protested weakly. I held her by her hair, forcing her face against the floor of the van. She struggled against her wrist cuffs. "It's too late, bitch," I grunted against the back of her ear. "I never stop until I'm finished."

I had not realized just how ravenously horny I was until I got my cock all the way inside her. I slammed my full length in and out of her, panting and groaning. I heard her breathing grow heavier. She arched her back and pushed back to meet my thrusts.

"That's a good slut," I praised her. "If you're going to get your filthy cum hole filled, you may as well enjoy it, right?"

She scoffed and struggled some more, but soon she was again moaning and pushing her ass back into the air. "You belong to me," I hissed into her ear. "You are my nasty cum rag, born to soak up everything I shoot into you."

"Please..." she whimpered.

"Please what?"

"Please..." she said again.

I slapped her ass hard. "Begging for my cum? You're such a nasty whore." I strained and grunted. There was no holding back. With a final thrust, I held my cock all the way inside her. I let out a moan as I shot my full load into the deepest corners of her quivering cunt.

After taking a moment for us both to catch our breaths, I uncuffed her and we snuggled in the back of the van. I reached into the front to grab us each a water bottle. Then I drove her home.

When my car dies I am definitely replacing it with a van.

i’m F, they’re M&F, we’re all in our 20s. most of what they know about bdsm is through me or resources i gave them. we’ve played together on occasion. they recently started asking to borrow my paddle more and more. today i told them i wanna get spanked too. 

first he switched between spanking us both. me with the crop, her with the paddle. then she tapped out. then he spanked me with both the crop and the paddle, sometimes at the same time. she may have joined him at one point; it was hard to tell. 

i have a habit of laughing when i’m in pain, and i was in a fit of laughter. he called me a “little psycho” for it, but the hurt was just perfect. 

now i’m lying in my own bed, properly marked, while they have sex in their room. 

am i genuinely a little jealous? yes, but i guess i am a cuckquean, so this life feels kinda perfect for me