BDSM Bangs.

“Are you going to tell me?” I enquired, in a neutral tone.

“Is this some sort of confession?” he glared, but it ends up being more of a knowing smirk.

I laughed, then; “Are you going to spill?” a second time, and my last.

“Negatory,” he answered.

I reached to the side and pulled on the tether that held him fast to my side of the table.

He jolted and almost kissed the table. With, his, face. “Wench,” he grumble, playfully.

“Well, looks like I’ll have to do something about this.” I pulled on the opaque black scarf that lay over a range of (currently unknown - to him) items at my side of the table.

He squinted. A 10cm rule? He laughed in surprise. “Where did you find that?”

“On the ground,” I answered

I pulled a little further. Another ruler. 30cm. Plastic. Their eyes meet. I pull again. A yardstick. His eyes widen. I smirk. There... read more

The giggles escaped our red lips. The lipstick shade was the one thing we were allowed to choose. We decided the same shade. It soon came as a surprise that lipstick is all we were going to wear.

He wrapped his hands around each of our willing hips, and leads us towards the door. We three stand there a moment, before he pushed the door open with his foot.

Darkness. Darkness so complete it seeps out of the doorway and teased our bare feet. I shivered.

His hand dropped from my hip, and I miss his warmth. He turns and entwine my friend in a warm embrace, and pulling her nakedness against him, kissed her deeply

I sigh

The kiss is broken. He turned to me and twinned the movement. A deep kiss, filled with longing and urgency.

She sighed.

Then with a rather hard and spank on our two bare rumps, we are ushered... read more

He arrived at my door, to find it ajar. Pushing it tentatively he heard my voice, “Enter.” So he pushed

“Stop,” I called from the other end of the hall way.

He stood there, foolishly, with his hand against the door, wondering what was going on.

I smile and look at him, “You get one word. One word only. Do you understand?”

He was about to answer, but holds the one precious word.

“Undress,” I say.

He slowly undressed. He was coyly embarrassed that I can see how he is reacting to me. He tries to hide his erection. Who knows why, I think it is hot as fuck.

“On your knees, and crawl to me,” I say. I'm trying to be serious, but I almost giggled.

He does so.

Shame I can't see his cock anymore. Oh well.

He crawls towards me, and immediately slips a little and almost swore. Now... read more

Leading him down the hall, I lent him my arm, though I was half tempted to let him bump into one of the many pillars that spanned our path to the hall at the end.

We paused at the grand wooden doors. Their grandeur all but gone, but the sense of finer times lingered. My fingers traced over him. From his shoulder, down over his bare back, and the slight curve of his firm ass. So worthy of a pinch. So worthy of a spank. So worthy of what was about to befall it.

“You look wonderful,” I whispered against the bare skin of his shoulder.

He almost giggled, but tried for something more masculine, and almost succeeded, “I feel very naked.”

“But you’re not,” I returned. My fingers stepping a slow route up to his face and gently ran around the border of his blindfold, just checking there were still no gaps. “Are... read more

The lick of the red slid against my thigh, tantalisingly slow, before a twist and a bite is given against my flesh, and one more knot is tied.
Repeat.

This one seems slower, or has my perception of the passage of time being distorted. Lick. Bite. I sighed against the wet silk, that was loosely draped over my lips.

His fingertips trail over my skin, moving between the lines of rope, touching my skin and feeling how taut the ropes are. Moving one here and there for alignment, or is it to touch the rope markings left on my skin.

A whisper, that I didn't quite catch, and then my hands are lowered slowly from their position tied above my head. The rush of blood and nerve made me me shiver, and my body floods in goosebumps.

His fingertips run slow rings around my wrists, and seemingly satisfied, he grips one of... read more

It was spontaneous I remember thinking, it's finally happening. As I stood by the window, the blinds drawn & blindfold heels and corsette on, my senses came to life.

Less than an hour ago, I had answered the add, with no idea who this stranger was other than a picture of a tanned athletic chest, a few quick messages enticing me to let him come to fulfil the fantasy of my dreams.

I heard the door that I had left ajar for him, open the soft music playing in the background suddenly became deafening as I listened for his footsteps to try to estimate how close he was. I was shaking with fear but with excitement also, my body was flooded with sensory awareness as he entered the room, where I stood facing away from him. I thought I would faint, as he walked into the room, & I could... read more

He reaches into his cupboard and brings out a suitcase. The anticipation of what might be inside is killing me. I can’t wait to give myself to him, give up all control.

First he brings out leather cuffs, I catch my breath and squeeze my thighs together at the sight of them. He restrains my wrists and ankles and the soft leather feels incredible. He pulls my head back roughly by my hair and thrusts his hard cock deep into my throat. I take it all willingly, further than I ever have before.

Later he brings out some rope and I tremble with anticipation. It feels rough on my skin and incredibly erotic as he ties my ankles to the bedposts above my head. I am completely exposed, unable to move and I have never been more vulnerable. It feels so natural to submit to him, like I have been... read more