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            <title type="text">BDSM Stories: My first real punishment by my master</title>
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                                            The shackles are put on Then finally my husband stopped and stopped me. Still with the blindfold on I stood there waiting. i felt his hands on my body. They undid the knot in the front of my robe. His hands parted the robe. I heard him draw in his breath sharply.
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                 My first real punishment by my master 
 Before I tell you about my first real punishment session, I guess I have to elaborate a bit. My name is Klara and I am almost 30 years old and married. My husband and I are extremely permissive sexually and have tried many things. 
 We quickly realized that we are both into SM. I am more the passive part and love to be at the will of my &quot;master&quot;. Again and again my husband builds smaller  bondage games  into our nights. 
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 Whether handcuffs, silk scarves or even ropes: With few handles he could tie me up so far excellently, so that I had to experience the following love play passively. 
 The tension rises 
 I was at a seminar for a week and accordingly far from my own home. The seminar was not particularly exciting or interesting and I loved the evening Skype sessions with my partner. Already on Tuesday, he revealed to me that he had come up with a special treat for me. 
   
 However, he didn&#039;t want to reveal what it was all about. Again and again small hints fell and I noticed how I became more curious and also horny from day to day. Because after his hints, it was clear to me that the surprise would be of a sexual nature. Thus, I longed for Friday, when I could finally go home. 
 My husband even picked me up at the train station on Friday, we went out to eat together and then drove home. Already in the car my step pulsated and I could hardly concentrate. Still my husband had not told me what surprise would be waiting for me. 
 We put the  car  in the garage and went into the house. At first glance I could not notice any change. I quickly put my suitcase in a corner and first disappeared into the  shower . 
 I took the necessary time to shave thoroughly and prepare myself for the evening. After all, I wanted to please my master. I slipped I seductive sexy lingerie, which my husband especially loved. 
 A sheer panties, which was open in the crotch and thus allowed him unhindered access.   
 The feel of the fabric on my freshly shaved pubic mound set my lap on fire right back. I quickly put on my robe and went in search of my husband. 
 He was waiting for me in the living room with a glass of champagne. We drank the champagne and enjoyed a little closeness and time together. Then my husband pulled out an eye mask from behind a couch cushion. 
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 I looked at him questioningly, but without a word he came up to me and pulled the mask over my head. Darkness enveloped me. He took the glass from my hand and led me. I tried to orient myself as best I could. &quot;Watch your step,&quot; my husband said, opening a door directly in front of us. We walked into the basement. 
 As we did so, he held me gently but firmly and directed my way. The basement? Not exactly my idea of a sensual space. 
   
 The shackles are put on 
 Then finally my husband stopped and stopped me. Still with the blindfold on, I stood there waiting. i felt his hands on my body. They undid the knot in the front of my robe. His hands parted the robe. I heard him draw in his breath sharply.   [emotion emotion_id=&quot;403&quot; ] 
 The sexy lingerie had been the right choice. I&#039;m not necessarily slim, but I&#039;m not fat either. Rather feminine with good and well-fitting curves. Accordingly, the sexy lingerie flattered my body quite well and brought out my charms optimally. 
 I felt how the bathrobe gently slid over my shoulders and fell to the floor. Then I felt again the hands of my partner on my body. He stroked over my shoulders and along my arms. I thought I could feel his eyes hot and icy cold at the same time on my skin. 
 He now grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm towards him. I felt something being placed around my wrist and fastened. It was not handcuffs or ropes. 
 Nor could I feel any cloths. It felt like a tight cuff, which was now securely fastened to my wrist. 
 My second arm was treated the same way. Now his hands gently slid down my legs. He had to kneel in front of me. I smiled silently. My ankles were also secured with these cuffs. A strange feeling, but still I felt comfortable and secure. Now I could feel something tightening around my neck. 
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 A collar? The tingling and prickling between my legs increased more and more. Surely my husband had to see how aroused I already was. Apparently he was now satisfied with his work. I felt his hands on my body as he slowly directed me further. 
   
 The surprise is perfect 
 He now took my legs and put them on soft pads. I should kneel down. This already felt pleasant. But now I heard a metallic click. Unusual! Exciting! Then straps were put around my calves. What will this do? I asked myself. 
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 But then my husband pulled my upper body forward. I felt a roll under my abdomen. My arms were now also resting on pads. Again the click, again straps, but this time around my forearms. I imagined how I would have to look now. 
 My butt stretched far up in the air, arms and legs bound and immobile. I heard my husband slowly walk around me. i could almost feel his eyes. Then he stood behind me. I heard him handling again. The pads of my legs were pushed a little further apart. 
 My legs spread wider and wider. I could feel the panties gaping open in the middle, could feel the air in my most intimate place, could almost physically feel the stares. Then finally my master&#039;s hands slid over my body. Up my thighs, over my buttocks, down my back to my neck. 
 He slowly pulled the blindfold from my head. I couldn&#039;t see much from my position. Steel, leather padding, sturdy restraints and straps. Lifting my head was exhausting in this position. But my master now stepped in front of me. 
 Living out the lust 
 I could only see his feet at first. They were naked. A quick glance upwards showed me that the rest of his body was probably not clothed either. I felt his hand burying itself deep in my hair and pulling my head up. I wrenched my mouth open to protest the pain, but already I felt my husband&#039;s member pressing forcefully between my lips. 
 Almost automatically, I began to suck and  play around  his  glans with my tongue . However, I did not have to endure this torture for long. As quickly as he had come, my husband&#039;s pleasure rod disappeared from my mouth and his hand left my head free. Greedily I sucked in the air. The feet disappeared. I felt my husband now stepping behind me. 
 Between my widely spread legs, which I could not close even with the utmost effort. I felt his fingers, which penetrated abruptly and without notice through the slit in my panties. I was not only wet, no, I was downright wet and my husband&#039;s fingers easily penetrated me to the hilt. I moaned. 
 I had dreamed of this for so long and I had been waiting for it all week. I felt my master&#039;s fingers inside me and felt his second hand busy itself with the thongs of my panties. A quick tug and he was able to easily peel the panties from my body. Now I lay completely exposed before his eyes. His fingers slid out of me. 
 I heard him handling behind me. A clack and then a new sensation. Something cool and hard entered me. Not much bigger than my husband&#039;s fingers, but then the toy began to vibrate inside me. 
 My abdomen twitched. I felt something cold gently dripping between my buttocks. 
 New feelings for me 
 He won&#039;t, will he? I asked myself, before a finger spread the cool gel cheekily in my butt crack. Actually a taboo zone for me, but today I could not and would not stop my master. I was curious, I was horny and I wanted to please my master. 
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 I felt a finger that entered me very carefully and slowly. I tried to relax. The feeling was not unpleasant. Quite the opposite. But unfortunately the finger disappeared again much too quickly. But then something new slid into me. 
 I felt a slight vibration at my back entrance. Something thin, soft and almost tenderly vibrating pushed through my sphincter. Briefly, the feeling was unpleasant, but then the thickest part was overcome. The toy slid inside me and held itself in position. The dildo between my labia, however, disappeared. 
 My husband slowly pulled this out of me and now stroked with the dildo over my now already greedily swollen pleasure button. I moaned and could still neither resist nor move. Then finally the release. While the waves of climax chased through my body my husband finally penetrated me. 
 His best piece filled me and additionally prolonged the waves of climax. Even after his climax, it took a long time before we both caught our breath. 
 The new  punishment buck , on the other hand, is now a permanent part of our little torture cellar, which we are gradually expanding. With this gift, my husband really gave me a big surprise. 
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                            <updated>2024-01-20T12:00:00+01:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Femdom Stories: A marriage slave in sex hell</title>
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                                            Chastity is a tingly thing, but it can quickly become a real sex hell. A sex hell that I hate and at the same time love more than anything. My wife has me completely in the hand. She has absolute power over me!
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                 Chastity is a tingly thing, but it can quickly become a real sex hell. A sex hell that I hate and at the same time love more than anything. My wife has me fully as a marriage slave in the hand. She has absolute power over me! 
 Too gentle to be really horny 
 When I met my wife back then, she was not only pretty and smart, but the gentleness in person. She was tender, loving and caring. Sex with her was awesome. She could caress that tingled my every skin pore. The tenderness I could not even return to this extent. But as it is in life, the constant gentleness is annoying at some point. What we had already bordered on flower sex. 
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 Not even a little slap on the butt turned her on. I would like to spank her so much. What speaks against light sadomaso in bed? I suggested it to her and she refused. No wonder that I started to cheat on her at some point. My love for her still remained. But sexually I just needed something different. 
   
 Femdom without borders 
   Do you know what femdom is?  This means limitless possibilities with a woman. At least if you like to be dominated. In my affair I quickly found out that I prefer to take it instead of giving it out. My affair was a horny little latex dominatrix with a whip, over knees and lots of BDSM toys. 
 When I visited her for the first time, it went straight to the point. She had already put her graceful body in a latex suit. She had her hair strictly knotted back, and was cracking a whip loudly through the silence.   [emotion emotion_id=&quot;399&quot; ] 
 Automatically, I sank to my knees right in front of her. She pressed my face into her crotch and said that I was completely hers. I mumbled that I also had a wife, though. After all, I did not want to leave her. My dominatrix laughed heartily and took out a strapon. 
 She forced me onto a punishment rack and took me forcefully from behind. She showed me that I had to obey and she did not tolerate any contradiction. I kept seeking the woman out until my wife found out. ... 
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 From flower sex to extreme BDSM 
 My wife is a smart girl. She notices quickly when something is. So she also noticed a change in me. A change that she did not like. I came home more and more often with welts and didn&#039;t really feel like having sex with her anymore. She quickly made me confess everything. 
 Either I confessed my affair or she would leave me directly. I loved my Silke so much. I did not want to lose her. So I confessed my relationship and made it clear to her that I was into sadomaso. 
 My wife did not cry. She did not laugh and she did not scold. She just looked at me a bit thoughtfully. The rest of the day passed as if nothing had happened. I believed she had not understood what I was telling her. 
   
  Already the next day I got to feel that I was wrong!    I came home directly after work. I had no intention of going back to my horny dominatrix so quickly. I first had to clarify my married life. Hardly stepped through the door, my wife tugged down my pants. The boxers slipped directly with. I didn&#039;t know what happened to me, and only realized that something was constricting me down below. 
 With the words: &quot;You are alone my marriage slave&quot; she left me standing. In the middle of the hallway with my pants down and something around my private parts. I looked down and was startled to find that my best piece was in a Chastity cage! How had she done that so quickly? How was I ever going to be able to pee again? What if I got a hard-on now????   [emotion emotion_id=&quot;374&quot; ] 
 I put my pants back on and went into the bedroom where I assumed my Silke was. I didn&#039;t see her when I felt a sharp pain on my back. She had given me a rough whipping. 
 Clad in lacquer and leather, she now stood behind the door and grinned spitefully at me. It was over with flower sex. Now my horny wife got into the life with extreme BDSM. She had dealt with the subject of CBT and knew how to skillfully exercise the penis-testicle torture.   [emotion emotion_id=&quot;371&quot; ] 
 Each week she seemed to get better at her methods. By now, the testicular torture is almost unbearable. And yet I am so addicted to her and what she does to me. Even though every now and then I wish for the loving flower sex with her back. 
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                            <updated>2024-01-20T10:15:00+01:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">BDSM Stories: Clinic Games - How my girlfriend made me a patient</title>
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                                            My girlfriend Carla and I had been together for just under a year. We still lived in separate apartments and usually saw each other only on weekends, because we were both quite involved professionally. The sex with each other was great and quite fulfilling, even if I would cer...
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                 Clinic games: How my girlfriend made me a patient 
 Even if my story sounds like an erotic tale, I must insist that it is completely true. Because just as presented in this story, my girlfriend has managed to seduce me as a nurse to wild clinic sex. It all started quite harmlessly...     My girlfriend Carla and I had been together for just under a year.  We still lived in separate apartments and usually only saw each other on weekends, since we were both quite involved in our jobs. The sex with each other was great and quite fulfilling, even though I certainly would have liked a little more experimentation on Carla&#039;s part. But good. 
 That was complaining on a very high level.  At this point I did not yet know what a seething volcano of sexual desire this woman could be.  I think it was at Carnival when I casually mentioned in conversation that I found these nurses&#039; costumes somehow erotic. I hadn&#039;t thought anything of it, but apparently this was the sign for Carla that she could now also introduce me to her world of sexual desires.    A long weekend was coming up and we had decided to spend the weekend quite relaxed in Carla&#039;s generously sized apartment and just take time for us for once. So I could still quite relaxed in the morning shower and dress up for Carla still a little. With the look in the mirror I could be quite satisfied. 
 For a man in his early 30s, I still looked well-toned. My blond, short-cropped hair and blue eyes still looked good on me. So I got dressed, packed my bag, and headed to Carla&#039;s. The day was rainy and so I was looking forward to a long day in which I could nibble my girlfriend in all positions. 
 In rainy weather Carla was for some reason especially hot for sex. But I should be wrong. 
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   Carla opened the door for me.  She already looked stunning  and had changed into comfortable clothes. I threw my bag into the hallway and was about to pounce on her directly, but with a cheeky grin she evaded my touch.   &quot;Wait a minute until I call you to the bedroom&quot; she said and already disappeared behind the bedroom door. 
 I was completely perplexed and yet already full of anticipation. My best piece was already stretching towards the sun and was looking forward to being able to make closer acquaintance with Carla again.  As if hypnotized, I stared at the door  and waited for a sign. Finally the door opened with a soft clack, but did not swing open any further. 
 I hesitated for a moment, then walked quickly towards the bedroom and through the door. What I saw then left me speechless.     For one thing, the bedroom had changed significantly. The otherwise free space in front of the cozy bed was now occupied by a rather massive massage table. In combination with the white furniture, the entire room suddenly appeared very clean and, above all, enormously medical. But Clara immediately attracted my attention. 
 She was standing there, in a  skin-tight nurse costume , waiting for me. Her plump breasts were almost bouncing out of the neckline and the skirt should not have been much shorter. Her otherwise wild mane was strictly combed back and hidden under a hood. I was about to walk up to her when her voice reached my ear. &quot;Ah, Mr. Meier. 
 You&#039;re here for your general checkup?&quot; I gulped. Of course, I had heard of the term clinic sex before, but I could not yet imagine it more precisely. Not trusting my voice, I just nodded. &quot;Then please free your upper body and sit on the examination couch.&quot; Clara&#039;s voice sounded cool and businesslike. 
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 Almost mechanically, I slipped my shirt over my head and walked with wobbly legs toward the examination couch. I had to smile. The couch was indeed stretched with the usual cellulose used by doctors. It rustled as I sat down on the couch.   Clara had meanwhile made her way behind me and now stepped in front of me. I looked surprised, because in her ears there was now a stethoscope, which she pressed firmly against my chest. 
 The cool metal felt uncomfortable on my skin.  Clara&#039;s calm voice now came in a strict and extremely clear tone.  &quot;Deep breaths in and out please.&quot; I did as instructed and Clara now let the stethoscope wander over my entire upper body. Only when she was completely satisfied did she switch to my backside. Again, some time passed in which the stethoscope slowly wandered over my skin. 
 I couldn&#039;t help but somehow the game began to excite me. I clearly felt how my little friend straightened up and was happy about the attention from such a sexy doctor. I had been daydreaming and hardly noticed that Clara had stopped listening to me. 
 She stepped in front of me again, shining a small flashlight into my eyes, my ears, my mouth and my neck. Her whole demeanor was professional and calm. If I hadn&#039;t known better, I might have actually mistaken Clara for a doctor. Only peripherally did I catch Clara saying something to me. I looked at her questioningly. 
  &quot;Please strip down to your underpants  and then lie down on the couch.&quot; Her voice was still cool and almost emotionless. But damn! I was enjoying the situation more and more. I quickly slipped out of my jeans and socks. Then I hopped back on the couch and made myself comfortable. I heard the paper rustle under me and then felt Clara&#039;s fingers moving over my front. 
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 The erection in my pants was clearly growing, but was not noticed by her. She pushed at my belly, examining almost every inch of my skin thoroughly and with time to spare. &quot;Turn around please&quot; I heard Clara&#039;s voice pull me out of my reverie. 
 I turned over as best I could and tried to move my erection halfway into a comfortable position. Again Clara&#039;s hands wandered over my body. It was arousing and relaxing at the same time. I felt her fingers slowly moving to the waistband of my boxers. &quot;Would you please lift your pelvis for a moment?&quot; she asked. 
 I did as instructed and immediately felt my underpants being pushed down and stripped off. I heard Clara&#039;s footsteps and then a new sound. It sounded like rubber gloves being slipped over delicate lady&#039;s hands. Unfortunately, Clara was standing in such a way that I could not see anything in detail. Now, however, she stepped up to my couch again. &quot; 
 So Mr. Meier, then let&#039;s check whether you have a fever.&quot; This sentence shot into my ear. Before I could process it or react properly, I already felt my buttocks being spread and something cool and smooth gently but forcefully penetrating my rectum. I drew in the air and pinched my buttocks together as well as I could. 
 But Clara had proceeded skillfully.  I felt exactly that the thermometer was already inside me . I wanted to say something or protest, then I noticed that my little friend - clearly less shocked than I - more than enjoyed this treatment. When Clara now began to gently play with the thermometer, gently tapping against it or slightly turning it, I could not escape the effect. 
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 I almost regretted it when Clara slowly pulled the thermometer out of my bottom after a few minutes. 
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   &quot;Wait, I&#039;ll make you a little more comfortable&quot; Clara&#039;s voice reached my ear again. I felt how she handled the couch and suddenly I had much more space in the area of my pleasure muscle. Apparently a hole in the couch surface, which can be closed and opened again. Very practical. I crawled slightly forward and enjoyed the lack of pressure on my erection. 
 Although the thin paper still stood between my member and its freedom, Clara knew how to help here too. I felt her hand, which deftly burrowed through the paper and jerked my now hard erection with deft movements. &quot;I want you to relax especially now while I palpate your prostate&quot; Clara now whispered to me. 
 The movements of her hand did not slow down and my arousal grew. What had she said? Damn. I should have been listening. Suddenly I felt a cool sensation on my bottom. Something liquid and cold was slowly running between my buttocks. Before I could react to it or even process it properly, I felt another touch. 
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 A small and slender finger sought its way between my cheeks and spread the cool  lubricant on my virgin rosette . I opened my mouth to protest, and Clara pushed her finger inside me without warning. What a feeling. So surrendered. So arousing. But then something happened that took me completely by surprise. 
 Without interrupting the movements on my hard cock, Clara touched a point inside me. All sexual energy converged in the center of my body. Even today I can hardly remember how long Clara played with my prostate, how intensively she massaged me and whether she took a second finger to help.   [emotion emotion_id=&quot;394&quot; ] 
 Only when my whole abdomen contracted and my climax flung the semen out of me in great fountains and onto the floor did Clara let go of me. That was my first encounter with clinic sex, which Clara and I have enjoyed and continue to enjoy later in alternating roles and with alternating types of play. 
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 But even today, this first experience remains in my memory as an erotic story, which could easily outshine everything that had been there until then.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 
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                            <updated>2024-01-20T08:00:00+01:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">BDSM Testicle Torture Stories: From the experiences of a dominatrix</title>
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                                            As a dominatrix I am well versed in many areas of BDSM and can report many experiences. Especially I like the area of testicular torture. Even the strongest man quickly gives in when ...
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                 Testicle torture stories 
 As a  dominatrix  I am well versed in many areas of BDSM and can report many experiences. Especially I like the area of  testicle torture  also known as    cock and ball torture   . Even the strongest man quickly gives in, if you keep his best piece and his balls under control. For this reason I show you some of my testicle torture stories, in which I kept the best pieces of my slaves under control with different methods. 
 How to prevent slaves from escaping 
  One of my slaves was very stubborn and unruly l ately. The big problem was that this slave could hardly be educated to better behavior even through pain. No matter whether it was a whip, a cane or a cane: blows and percussion instruments hurt him, but they could not break his rebellious character. 
 For this reason, I had come up with something new for our last session. I ordered a black wooden testicle pranger. The system behind it is simple. The testicles of the man, or rather the scrotum, are fixed in the testicle pranger. 
  The testicle pranger thus holds the testicles permanently behind the thighs of the slave , makes them particularly accessible and provides additional tension. So now the testicle prangler was waiting for my slave. In the following session, I first fixed him again to my punishment trestle. 
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 A treatment, which he already knew enough and did not necessarily appreciate. Once again, the slave complied with my commands only hesitantly. But this time I did not want to put up with this behavior. 
 No sooner was the slave securely fixed, I grabbed his testicles and the testicle striker. Because of the unusual and new situation, the slave immediately began to complain. As soon as his testicles were securely fixed in the testicle pranger, I looked for a suitable gag and immobilized my slave. 
 Now I could devote myself to his balls in peace.  These hung tautly to the back . First, I simply scratched with my fingernails over the tightly stretched skin. 
 The reactions of my slaves already showed me that this form of punishment was effective. Thus, I could now free my slave from his gag and let him clean my boots and then my feet with his tongue with pleasure. With each mistake of my slave I withdrew his foot, circled the punishment trestle and occupied myself with his easily accessible testicles. 
 A light slap with the flat of my hand, a careful stroke with the paddle or even a stimulation with the nerve wheel quickly brought my slave back to his senses. So that this knowledge could also anchor itself deeply in the head of my slave, he had to suffer especially in the last quarter of an hour of our session. 
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 Because I decided to use a methol-containing cream, which I generously spread on the tightly stretched and already heavily stressed skin. The initially pleasant coolness gradually turned into a slight stinging sensation and burned itself deeply into my slave&#039;s memory. 
 If he becomes rebellious again, one session with the testicle pillory will certainly be enough to bring him back into shape. An instrument, which I will probably bring also with some other slaves to the employment. 
 Urethra and testicle torture for connoisseurs 
 Another of my slaves sees himself more as a patient. He is at home in the white area, but enjoys&amp;nbsp; 
   
 but enjoys the strict dominance, which I can show during the treatments. The only difficult thing is that my patient can only bear a little pain. So I have to manage to focus him clearly and to captivate him with my presence without affecting him too much. 
 This time I came up with something very special. As soon as my patient was showered and naked in the treatment room, I quickly ordered him to the gynecological treatment chair. There I fixed my patient quickly and safely. 
 He can follow my every move via a mirror on the ceiling. First, I began by examining his scrotum. It is bulging and well filled and just waiting to be milked by me. 
 But not today. Not so fast and not so easy. So first I untie my patient&#039;s testicles and make sure his balls are plump and hard in front of me. I put on fresh gloves and wet my fingers with lubricating cream. 
 I want to prepare my patient optimally after all. So I carefully play around his back entrance with my fingers and then penetrate him. He already knows this and he is well pre-stretched. 
 It is enough to stimulate the patient&#039;s prostate a little and his member swells completely. That is already enough for me. I pull out my fingers, change gloves and now insert a metal plug into my patient&#039;s butt. What he doesn&#039;t know yet: this plug is part of an electro-stimulation set and can be wired by me. 
 As soon as the plug is in position, I change my gloves again and take care of my patient&#039;s best piece. I spray it with disinfectant and then apply lubricant. To keep the penis nice and hard, I quickly put on a penis ring. 
 [Emotion emotion_id=&quot;385&quot; ] 
 Now I reach for the dilator with electric stimulation connection and let it slide slowly into the urethra. As I can see from my patient&#039;s eyes, not necessarily a pleasant feeling. Now I connect the dilator to the control device. 
 The plug is also connected now. My patient&#039;s eyes widen as I now let the current flow through both devices. At the same time, I slowly begin to jerk my patient&#039;s penis. 
 [Emotion emotion_id=&quot;407&quot; ] 
 Tingling pain, a stretching sensation inside him, plus the manual stimulation: I can see how much my patient now wants to experience a redemptive climax. But the tight band around his testicles doesn&#039;t allow him to. This gives me an idea. 
 I take the tape that is also included in the electrostimulation set and wrap it around his testicles. The band is now also energized by means of the control device. My patient pants, he is drenched in sweat from head to toe and begs for release. 
 I carefully loosen the tight band around his testicles and increase the current strength again. Past the dilator, the patient&#039;s climax pushes outward. It takes a long time for him to fully return to reality. By then I have already freed him from my instruments and help him back to the normal world. 
 One month of testicular stretching 
 For one of my regular visitors I have come up with something very special. I know that this one is enormously into it when you take care of his testicles and pamper them. Testicle stretching has also been a recurring theme. For this reason, I got myself a set of stainless steel ball stretchers, which seemed ideal for this use. 
 At our next session, I first put a very light ball stretcher on him. 
 [emotion emotion_id=&quot;382&quot; ] 
 This went surprisingly well, as the ball stretcher could be fastened securely and firmly by means of the screws. Already during the session it became clear: the lightest model is too little for someone with his experience. So we changed at the end of the session. 
 The testicle was already well stretched, but there were no complaints about comfort. Since we only see each other once a week, I gave him the key to the ball stretcher. Along with detailed instructions on when to put the toy on and take it off and how long he should wear it each day. A week later, the first results were already visible. 
 The testicles hung a little lower and the scrotum appeared larger and plumper. At the beginning of the session, I freed him from the ball stretcher and put on the next size. 
 A clear difference that my visitor could also feel immediately. He wore the ball stretcher during our entire session and I really didn&#039;t spare him. Even light blows with the crop on the tightly stretched testicles had to endure the poor guy. Again, at the end of the session, there were precise instructions on when and how to wear the ball stretcher until the next time. 
   
   At the third session, I was amazed.  
 Because the&amp;nbsp;Ballstretcher had already achieved a clear effect. The scrotum was clearly stretched and also my visitor could report that he could wear the Ballstretcher longer and longer. 
 To give him a special challenge, I simply skipped a weight class. After all, it was supposed to be torture to carry the ball stretcher. However, I also knew that after this week I would stop with an increase. 
 After all, I didn&#039;t want to risk or initiate too much stretching on my own. If my visitor wants to continue stretching in his spare time, then that is his right. 
 However, as a dominatrix I always have to keep an eye on the health of my slaves and visitors and I know that many slaves like to overestimate themselves to please their mistress. But at the end of this week I was more than surprised. 
 I would not have expected such a good and intense stretch. The scrotum was evenly stretched and the skin was in very good shape. As a reward, I directly let my visitor try a testicle pranger. 
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 Unfortunately, due to the strong pre-stretching, this one did not achieve the desired effect. Now I will go to the testicle torture (   bALL TORTURE]    will have to come up with some new ideas for this guest in any case. From the stainless steel ball stretchers, however, I am still enthusiastic. 
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            <title type="text">BDSM Stories: Seven days slave education</title>
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                 Seven days of slave training: My new slave is being slashed 
 The first day: 
 I have a new slave. I don&#039;t know yet how much experience he has. We already had first contacts, but unfortunately you can never really rely on the information of a slave. He seems to be submissive, no question. But the experience of a slave plays an important role in the pleasure. 
 Whoever entrusts himself and his body to a dominatrix and puts himself in her hands should also be willing to suffer. It is always nice to see how full-bodied slaves brag about their resilience, only to whimper meekly at the first punishments. 
 My new slave will be no exception. He has hardly entered my walls, so I force him to undress completely in front of me. Naked he stands there and I slowly circle him. Let my gaze wander over his body. I like what I see there. The slave is not badly built, pleasantly trained and his best piece doesn&#039;t seem too small either. 
 Lots of ways to force a slave into his role. The slave also seems to like the situation. His best piece grows a little more with each round and sticks out a little more. This tooth I will pull my slave directly once. I decide on a chastity cage. The middle size should be enough. I approach my slave from behind. 
 [Emotion emotion_id=&quot;374&quot; ] 
 My hands slide down over his upper body. I can hear his breathing quicken. I wonder if he thinks I&#039;m rewarding him now For standing naked? My hand gently strokes his shaft, then I slide lower to his testicles. With a firm grip, I take them in my hand and pull them down noticeably. My slave draws in the air gasping in pain. 
 It is difficult for him to stay on his feet. His testicles still firmly in my hand I surround my slave. His erection has collapsed. Sleepy and soft, his member lies against his body. With only a few moves, the chastity cage is fastened. His flaccid member fits perfectly into the mold. Every erection from now on will cause him pain. 
 I let go of my slave and look for a suitable lock. For the chastity cage can be locked by me. From now on, I control when and how my slave may be aroused. When the lock clicks into place and the slave is now finally mine, I end the session. Tomorrow will not be so pleasant for the slave. 
 The second day of the slave education: The slave is warmed up 
 Today I first want to check the resilience of my slave. He reacts well. Already on the first command the clothes fly to the side and the slave on the knees. With much devotion the slave spoils my feet and boots. But I want to know how much he can take. I fix the slave with leather straps on the punishment trestle and now bring him my handwriting with various percussion instruments close. 
 [emotion emotion_id=&quot;375&quot; ] 
 I start with the paddle to warm up, but the slave seems to be used to this already. He even counts the strokes without any problems. With the riding crop and the cane I now test the resilience of my slave to the fullest. He did not lie. In this respect he is really good resilient. With red butt and with his best piece still in the chastity cage I let the slave go home. 
 He will still have to think about my punishments all evening. At least whenever he wants to sit down. Tomorrow I will take a closer look at how to educate my slave. 
 The third day: Testing the openness of the slave 
 For today I have thought of something new for my slave. I stretch him again over the punishment trestle and fix him there. With light strokes with my naked hand I warm up my slave a little bit today. He is now certainly waiting for more strokes. But I do not like to repeat myself. I&#039;d rather get some gloves and some lube. 
 [Emotion emotion_id=&quot;387&quot; ] 
 He doesn&#039;t know what to expect yet. My left hand is almost tenderly playing around his scrotum. I can almost feel the tension. These touches make the slave horny. I see through the plastic of the chastity cage how his member grows. The tip presses tightly against the sheath. My slave is now whimpering in pain. 
 This distracts him well, so I feel no resistance as I now press my fingers relentlessly between his cheeks and into his anus. I feel the sphincter close around my fingers, but not fast enough. I am already deep inside my slave and search his prostate with my fingers. I now always wait until my slave&#039;s cock gets a little smaller because of the pain and then start to stimulate him. 
 He responds well. His best piece grows, he moans in pain and then it collapses again. It&#039;s fun to watch this, but after a while I want to do something else. I look for a butt plug for my slave and close his back body opening with it. Then he gets to feel the cane again. 
 That I occasionally hit the plug is no coincidence. When the slave gratefully says goodbye to me, he still has beads of sweat on his forehead. 
 The fourth day: candles and wax 
 Today my slave is allowed to make himself comfortable. I fix him on a small stretching bench and blindfold his eyes. He has become noticeably nervous. Nevertheless, his best piece holds back. He has clearly learned that erections cause pain. I got myself a couple of SM candles, which are already producing a nice amount of wax. 
 I start very carefully and let the wax drip onto his chest from a great height. The slave draws in the air between his teeth. Now I drip the wax over his nipples. I hear my slave scream for the first time. This disturbs me a bit and I get a gag. With a few moves the gag ball is placed in the slave&#039;s mouth. Now I can devote myself further to his body. 
 [Emotion emotion_id=&quot;403&quot; ] 
 The hot wax is now flowing in streams and I concentrate on the sensitive areas of his body. When the hot wax hits his scrotum, the slave really winces and struggles against his bonds. His best piece has become tiny. But that was not my goal now. I quickly change the gag of my slave. 
 Now he has not only a gag ball in his mouth, but also a dildo on the gag. I strip off my skirt and panties and remove the slave&#039;s blindfold. Now I sit down on his face and slowly insert the dildo. 
 I see exactly how the excitement increases, see his member grow in its tight sheath and hear the slave whimpering in pain under me while I gradually satisfy myself to climax.Now it&#039;s time to reward the slave for his reliability. I remove the gag and let the slave suck off the dildo. 
 Particularly deep he gets this not in the throat, but still. A beginning. 
 The fifth day: These testicles belong to me 
 Today I came up with a special training for my  slave . I got myself some ball stretcher and would like to see how well he likes this one. I quickly put the weights around his testicles and now force him to move around the room. This already works quite well. He hardly whines and obeys all commands without any problems. 
 [emotion emotion_id=&quot;382&quot; ] 
 I think I can even increase the weight a little bit. But I also have to prepare my slave for tomorrow. I make him come to me. I circle my slave and order him to bend over. Wide-legged he stands there, his testicles are pulled down by the weights and I grab the next plug within reach. 
 A little lubricant and the plug sits perfectly in place. The slave now has to spend the rest of the time with me with ball stretcher and plug. 
 The sixth day: I keep the control 
 After six days, the time has finally come. The slave is now to be brought to the launch for the first time. I open the chastity cage and free the slave. Now he must wash himself first. I monitor this closely. If the tail becomes larger during washing, there is a blow with the flat hand on the testicles. 
 After all, I only want to play with a clean slave cock. Now I tie the slave again to the punishment trestle. I grab his member and press it into a small vacuum pump. Immediately his best piece swells. If he thinks I would jerk him off now, he has cut himself. I look for gloves and lubricant and ram two of my fingers deep into his ass. 
 Now I massage his prostate until his juice runs out of him without control. This slave will not be allowed to reach a climax so quickly. Afterwards, his little friend is cleaned again by him and captured by me in the chastity cage.   [emotion emotion_id=&quot;394&quot; ] 
 The seventh day: rest 
 Not only I, but also my slave need a day of rest. After all, not only do you have to think about the stresses, but you also have to let the lessons sink in. I bet my slave will try to climax today somehow despite the chastity cage. 
 Only he will not manage it. But tomorrow is a new day and we will see with what new tasks I can sweeten my slave his day. 
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                            <updated>2024-01-20T05:00:00+01:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">BDSM stories about consent and safety</title>
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                                            Dive into the world of BDSM play with Susanne, a 41-year-old woman living her deepest fantasies. Learn how she and her partners plan and execute a controlled rape play scenario, emphasizing the importance of safewords and aftercare. A captivating insight into a world character...
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                  The meaning of the safeword  
 Yes, I too am one of those women who secretly dream of rough, violent sex. A real rape with two or three men, that would be something for me. As a game, of course! Who wants to be abused for real?!  So that nobody misunderstands me, I&#039;m Susanne, 41 years old and I like unusual BDSM games. While my husband Mark is the dominant part in our sessions, I&#039;m the one who enjoys having everything done to me. I carry out tasks, I allow myself to be punished, I let myself be taken hard. Such power games are exactly our thing and everyone has their wonderful role. 
 We plan our session 
 Since my husband is very open-minded, I don&#039;t need to continue secretly dreaming of rape. I can live out my dream freely. But only after planning and discussing the details in advance, of course. Rapeplay can escalate quickly if clear boundaries are not set beforehand. Mark brought in our best friend Chris. 
 We are friends and share the same preferences. So it happens that we live out our BDSM games together. Chris was a bit skeptical about my RapePlay idea at first. His fear of becoming an animal and overdoing it grew. But that&#039;s exactly what I want. And to make this clear, we now sit together and discuss everything. 
 Mark must not react to Chris. If a man sees that his wife is being harmed, he usually intervenes. It must be clear that this is a game, a passion. Chris and Mark have understood this and should be able to catch, hold and abuse me together. 
 We clarify what can and can&#039;t be done. Just because I say I want to be raped by the boys doesn&#039;t mean they are allowed to do anything. I don&#039;t want to be hurt. In other words, there are no stabbing or cutting tools involved and I don&#039;t like being burned either. No butts are squeezed out on me and no burn marks are set. 
 Rough touching, tightly tying me up until it hurts and thrusting into me until I scream is clearly permitted. The men are free to decide how they catch and restrain me. There has to be a bit of surprise and free action. It should feel a little bit real. 
 To avoid any misunderstandings, we agree on a safeword. Words like &quot;no&quot;, &quot;stop&quot; and &quot;stop&quot; don&#039;t really help with rape play. I&#039;ll probably be shouting them all the time. A safeword like that would be a hindrance. That&#039;s why the word that ends the session immediately is &quot;sauerkraut&quot;. A word that has nothing to do with the session and that you can&#039;t accidentally include. If one of us says the word, the session ends because one of us no longer feels comfortable in the situation. 
 My rape play begins 
 Everything has been discussed, everything is prepared. We&#039;ve set everything up in our secluded garden so that we can live out a great rape fantasy. Our garden borders a wooded area, so even if I scream loudly, no one will hear me, so we can get started undisturbed. I stand at the bar in my bikini and pretend to mix myself a drink. 
 Mark stands in front of me. He&#039;s nice and flirts with me. Chris sneaks up behind me unnoticed. He grabs my shoulders, tries to hold me tight. I see a change in Mark&#039;s expression. He wants me to give him the go-ahead that I really still want it. I nod at him, pull myself out of Chris&#039;s grip and run off. 
 Both men rush after me, trying to grab me. I&#039;m as quick as a rabbit, but I&#039;m not very fit. I pretend I want to hide in a hedge and crawl away on all cylinders. A hand grabs my bikini bottoms and rips them off my body. I scream for help, but no one notices me. 
 Mark and Chris carry on. They grab me and stick their fingers into my now exposed pubic area. Chris kisses my lips, but not the ones on my face. He starts to lick me while Mark pushes his cock into my face. I am still resisting. I scream &quot;stop&quot; and &quot;let me go&quot;. 
 And that&#039;s exactly what turns them on even more. They take me the way they want. I hit, scratch, try to bite. Everything that makes the men even wilder. And yes, I&#039;m having fun. 
 By now I&#039;m lying on my back on the grass. Mark pushes his huge penis into my vagina. He thrusts with full force! Again and again. He almost seems to be tearing me apart. But I enjoy every single thrust. It&#039;s so wonderful to feel him deep inside me in this hard way. 
 Chris gets himself off while he holds my arms in place with just one hand. The two of them obviously hadn&#039;t thought about tying me up. I manage to free one arm and push Chris away forcefully. Wow, what strength I suddenly have. Chris looks angry. He storms towards me, punches me in the face and squeezes my neck. At first it really gets me excited. 
 But Chris increases the pressure and I can&#039;t breathe. I look at Mark in panic, but he doesn&#039;t notice. My eyes widen with fear, I don&#039;t want this anymore!!!! &quot;Sauerkraut,&quot; I croak out chokingly and immediately the grip on my neck loosens, the penis disappears from my body. They both let go of me. I&#039;m safe, everything is fine! 
 Safety even in retrospect 
 This BDSM session was a really different experience for all of us, but especially for me. I&#039;d never had to use a safeword before. But the fear of choking was simply too great. Maybe Chris had simply gone too far without really realizing it. But this is now all discussed in peace. 
 The three of us sit snuggled up on our oversized Hollywood swing. I sit in the middle and Mark holds me in his arms. Safe and protected. No one here is angry with anyone. Of course, both men immediately apologize. But they weren&#039;t necessary. It was all great, it was just a little moment that was just too much for me. 
 But I don&#039;t have to apologize either, because a BDSM game is only a game as long as everyone is doing well. We review our session and talk about everything. It&#039;s called aftercare. Because anyone who has such crazy sex games in store as we do needs a lot of physical and emotional caresses so that even the hardest sex remains a good memory. 
 After we&#039;ve discussed everything and we all feel safe again, we play a nice game of Mensch ärger dich nicht. Just like that, without any ulterior motives, without talking about sex. No, we don&#039;t repress, we process things together and otherwise live a wonderfully normal life. It&#039;s just that safewords and aftercare are also part of our lives. 
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            <title type="text">BDSM Stories: A week with Tease &amp; Denial - I allow him to come!</title>
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                                            My husband and I have been married for many years. You would think that our sex life would have fallen asleep over time. But it hasn&#039;t. And why? Because we live out Tease &amp; Denial. Yes, it is a fetish and we are open about it! This week is already completely planned out as far...
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 A week with Tease &amp;amp; Denial - I allow him to come! 
  My husband and I have been married for many years. You would think that over time our sex life would have fallen asleep. But it hasn&#039;t. And why? Because we live out Tease &amp;amp; Denial. Yes, it&#039;s a  fetish  and we are quite open about it!   This week is already completely planned out as far as our sex life is concerned. And yet, it&#039;s not predictable.
 Sexy lingerie on Monday 
My husband is going to be pretty darn surprised when he gets home from work today. Last night we had sex. I allowed him to come. Today, however, is going to be very different. I just bought a seductive babydoll with panty from the Cottelli Collection. This is exactly what I will wear tonight. Just the sight of it will bring his best piece to a standstill. 
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 I walk provocatively past him, the flowing fabric of the babydoll brushes his body. He wants to touch me, feel me and the horny fabric. I allow him. Gently he lets his hands glide over the soft fabric. He feels the velvety hearts, on the lingerie and his penis becomes damn hard. His hand wanders to the panty, caresses my middle and wants to pull down the panties. I take his hand away, turn to the side and wish him a good night! 
 Bathtub play on Tuesday 
The last night he lay obediently next to me. He had accepted that I just wanted to sleep in my lingerie. In the morning I let him have a hot bath. He should be allowed to relax a little before he had to go to work. I washed his back. He loves it when I scrub with a hard sponge, roughly over his back. 
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 Today, however, I put on a wash mitt. I washed his back and then moved to the front. With a firm grip, I grabbed his best piece and &quot;washed&quot; it properly. It took only seconds for his penis to stiffen. I let go of him and told him that he now had to go to work quickly. What can I say, he was indeed late. Our  tease &amp;amp; denial game  had now finally begun. 
 Penis cage on Wednesday 
My husband would love to have sex every day. Me too, but sometimes everyday life comes first. Especially since the stall tactig also makes really horny. The sex is twice as good thanks to Tease &amp;amp; Denial. Today, my husband is already so hot for me that I hardly have to do anything to get him hot. He already comes home with a &quot;loaded gun&quot;. 
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 Well, somebody didn&#039;t put his own hands on it, did he? Any bet, my husband sat in the car and jerked off a little. He wanted to surprise me with his hard member and had hope to get a shot. Well then, I&#039;ll take a look at it. I open his zipper, getting down on my knees and freeing his penis from his now too tight jeans. 
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 Lovingly I kiss this perfect body part. However, that&#039;s all my husband gets. The night spends his penis not in me, but in a stainless steel  penis cage ! 
 [Emotion emotion_id=&quot;374&quot; ] 
 Sensual massages on Thursday 
We have a great massage candle at home. It emits vanilla scent and the wax turns to  oil . My husband pours the hot oil directly on my back. Yes, it&#039;s really warm, but bearable. My body relaxes, because today it gets a wonderful massage. I enjoy the scent of the massage candle. 
    
 My husband takes his strong hands to massage my shoulders, back, hips and buttocks. Suddenly, I notice vibrations. He runs the Women&#039;s Spa Mini Massager over my body. This little  mini vibrator  wonderfully relieves my tensions. The vibrations get stronger and stronger as the massage wand moves over my butt.   [Emotion emotion_id=&quot;413&quot; ] 
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 He searches the insides of my thighs and finds my sensitive pubic area. I&#039;m getting hot, I want more! But what is denied to my husband is also denied to me. He breaks off and leaves me on the left. As punishment he gets again the stainless steel penis cage missed. 
 Striptease on Friday 
Now my lover is tortured. His penis is in the chastity cage and I have nothing better to do than to promote his lust. Today he gets a hot striptease from me. I put on some music, throw him on the bed and start dancing. My hips float back and forth, my butt wiggles skillfully. Piece by piece, I take off my clothes. 
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 I could have worn sexy underwear to seduce him. But I have decided otherwise. I wear only some outerwear and nothing underneath! I ask my husband to sit down. Splinter naked I give him the lap dance of his life. His breathing accelerates, his skin becomes really hot. His pants almost burst. Time for me to just let him sit. 
 Sextoy on Saturday 
 
 Today I would like to be spoiled a little. The  Mandy Mystery Blue Lover  will now be used. It is a flexible vibrator made of jelly - lubricating material. I love this vibrator. It is smooth, powerful and one of my best friends. I put this sex toy in my husband&#039;s hand. He should go ahead, spoil me with it. 
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 He vibrates the wand made of jelly, stimulates my clit and penetrates me with it. He directly exercises powerful thrusts and lets out his sex frustration on me. He is frustrated with horniness. So much he would like to put his penis in me and thrust until he comes. However, I do not allow him. He is now only allowed to act out with the vibrator inside me. 
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 Mean as he is, my husband now also practices some tease &amp;amp; denial on me again. Shortly before I come, he breaks off! 
 The climax on Sunday 
I myself can hardly stand it anymore. I have not done it to myself the whole week. My husband also encouraged my lust and then dropped me hard as nails. The Tease &amp;amp; Denial was this week for both of us grueling, horny and somehow frustrating. He is already starting to hurt the balls. Now it&#039;s time to take his load. I allow him to come!   
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                            <updated>2023-06-30T09:00:00+02:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">BDSM story about the discovery</title>
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                 The hidden side 
 Mika, 21 years old, born in a small province in Lebanon, moved to Germany 2 years ago. Here he got to know a whole new world and that in every respect. The young man visited the trendy clubs of the city, enjoyed the nightlife, but also loved his daily work as a painter and varnisher. Sexually, the lad was quite inexperienced and almost shy. He had already met the female sex extensively several times, but in a normal style. Nothing fancy or even exciting. Simple sex, like any normal guy has. But now Mika felt another, strange side in him. A side he wanted to get to know better. 
 Reading makes you curious 
 In his free time, Mika liked to enjoy a quiet day in bed, with tea and a good book. Yes, he was young. Nevertheless, he also needed a relaxing break, which he found in this way. What he read, however, was rather exhausting instead of relaxing. The young man liked to read unusual books that were on the index. 
 There it was about brutality and also about unusual sex practices. Mika, who had only experienced simple sex so far, became more and more curious and wanted to learn more about the extraordinary possibilities. BDSM seemed to be something he was attracted to. 
 Even while reading, Mika got a great desire to try some things. He felt his penis swell just at the thought of being tied up. It was high time to find out more about it. 
 Mika looks around a little 
 The book was put aside, the laptop booted up. The first search term entered was of course &quot;BDSM&quot;. Here Mika could read up on what BDSM was all about. It is a huge world of its own full of sex, lust, fun, violence, pain and sweet suffering. 
 More and more the man became aware of the difference between his previously known vanilla sex and BDSM. The more he read and also saw in the form of videos, the greater the interest to try something. But especially important to Mika was the importance of consensus and safety. 
 Everything may, nothing must. As hard as the sex practice can get, everything must be agreed upon in advance. Nothing may ever happen without the consent of everyone involved. It was a fantastic challenge to be able to test everything out. Hidden dreams of violent acts during sex could be lived out without anything really happening. 
 Because it was basically &quot;just&quot; sex and everyone agreed to it. Bondage games appealed to Mika the most. Here he looked very closely when watching videos. He was definitely the submissive part. He wanted to surrender as a sub, to be tied up and to know the sweet pain of raw sexuality. Bondage came in numerous different variations. Starting from simple handcuffs, to bondage ropes for Shibari. Real art could even be created in the process! 
 Self exploration 
 Since Mika hadn&#039;t quite figured out how to make contact with like-minded people, he decided to do some initial self-exploration. As mentioned earlier, he liked to go to hip clubs. It seemed to him to be typically German that men had to be sensibly dressed in upscale clubs. 
 He took it in stride, however, and already had a wide selection of suits and ties. The latter came in handy for his first self-experiment. As he had read, a tie could be used well for tying up. First, Mika made himself comfortable on his oversized bed. His cock was already shooting up with pleasure. 
 He skillfully used the stand as a tie holder and tied the silky fabric around his cock and testicles. He made a loop that he could pull tighter and tighter. Wow, what a horny blood jam! Tighter, tighter he pulled the tie until he felt a good pain and jerked off right on it. 
 Well, it was something different, but still not what he had really imagined. Mika wanted to go further. He ordered bondage ropes on the Internet and also a nice Anal plug, which worked with electrostimulation. 
 Fast discreet delivery and exactly the content he wanted. Lust overtook him when he unpacked his order. The ropes included great bondage instructions so he could give himself a practice test right away. The Anal plug was easy to electrocute. 
 He tied himself to the bed so he only had one hand free and was relatively constricted otherwise. It was difficult and a bit pleasure robbing in between, but Mika managed. 
 With his free hand he let some lube flow onto the plug and then inserted it anal. The widening of the anus had a wonderful appeal. Mika came before he had even really started. 
 With his bondage toy, Mika kept trying himself out. He quickly learned how to tie himself in knots and also how to free himself on his own. However, the Anal plug actually only came into use every now and then. 
 Overwhelming feelings and the desire for more 
 Mika enjoyed being tied up. He became a real bondage artist on himself. In the meantime, he had also found a good community on the Internet where he could communicate and meet like-minded people. As he found out during the first practical tests, he was not such a passive type after all, but rather the ruler, the man with the power! 
 The dominant man, who tied up and distributed suffering. Of course also always with a certain shot at security. He let his &quot;slaves&quot; suffer, but also always let them feel that they were safe with him. Mika became a new person. Self-confident, active, creative. An artist in the world of BDSM. Women as well as men came to him to let him artfully knot them and take them hard. 
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                            <updated>2023-06-14T12:00:00+02:00</updated>
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        <entry>
            <title type="text">BDSM stories from the real world</title>
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                                            Join a woman on her journey from submission to dominance in the world of BDSM. Discover how she questions her role as a sub and discovers the fascination of dominance. An authentic story that shows the diversity and dynamics of BDSM.
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                 The discovery of dominance 
 He handcuffed me to the wall, where there were corresponding eyelets in the brickwork. He tied my feet together with a rough rope. I stood stark naked in front of him with my face to the wall. 
 It was my backside that interested him. When I heard the crop slap into his palm, I knew what he was up to. I actually always loved sessions like this. But today was different somehow. The urge rose up in me to fight back. 
 I didn&#039;t want to be the one who had nothing to say. I wanted power, I wanted dominance. What was wrong with me? It had always been my world to show myself submissive, to have everything done with me. And now suddenly this strange, wild urge. 
 I switch 
 Forget it, I think to myself, as Manuel tries to pull the crop over my butt. My bonds are loose, I can always free one hand. And this is exactly what I do now. Before the whip hits my bare skin, I intercept it and hold it tight. 
 Manuel looks a bit confused, takes the crop from me and starts to strike again. Just in time I swing my butt to the side so that he misses me. I find it all kind of funny and get a kick out of it. Manuel tries to punish me, but he doesn&#039;t quite want to succeed with that either. 
 He can&#039;t get into his role anymore, I messed up the session. When he frees me from my bonds, he pulls a face like three days of rainy weather. I offer him amends by suggesting that I could give him a real spanking. He declines with mild horror and leaves me alone.  Too bad, I would have loved to try my hand. If not on Manuel, on whom else? After all, we&#039;ve been a couple for 20 years and our basement is well stocked. 
 Please tell me more 
 Manuel calmed down relatively quickly. In the evening we sit together in front of the TV, where once again nothing clever is on. I take the opportunity and start to question him. I ask him to tell me more about the dominant position. 
 We have talked a lot over the years, it&#039;s important, especially if you have such BDSM preferences as we do. Actually, we always know how the other thinks and feels. But now I want to know everything in detail. What does it do to him to hurt me. Why does he have this urge and what exactly does he enjoy about it so much? 
 One of his answers lingers in my mind for a long time. &quot;It&#039;s like magic, hurting you but knowing you&#039;re protected at the same time.&quot; As a Domme he inflicts pain on me but, only as agreed, Nothing ever really happens to me. 
 He would always have the power to do so, but does not use it. Thus I am with him in perfect security. With this knowledge in mind, it excites me even more to try my hand as a Domme. Manuel can&#039;t submit, he says that quite clearly. But, we have a good buddy who is a switcher. We are toying with the idea of teaming up with him. 
 My first experience as a Domme 
 Timo has agreed to our plan. He is the said switcher who is now starting a session with Manuel and me. Manuel is in this case more in the consultant role and gives me tips on how to give myself as a Domme. Timo comes to our beloved St. Andrew&#039;s cross, but only after he has licked my high heels clean. 
 He didn&#039;t do it properly, so he belongs punished. Fixing the man to the cross is done by Manuel. I watch anxiously, ready to learn. Now I walk along our torture wall and consider which torture instrument comes into question for punishment, Timo follows me attentively with his looks. 
 As I lovingly stroke the seven strut, I recognize a pleading, begging expression in Timo&#039;s eyes. What an incentive for me. The Siebenstreben lies perfectly in my hand. I leave my mark with it on his chest, stomach and legs. I know exactly where I&#039;m allowed to hit and where not. Always in mind to never really hurt Timo, I grow into my role as mistress from minute to minute. 
 Now I want more 
 My time as a sub is definitely not over. But, I also want to act as a domme. How good that my husband is an open-minded guy. Dear Timo is now now and then part of our sessions. Always when I want to really let off steam. 
 To let him lick my heels had me pretty turned off, this I have henceforth also no longer make. But as a creative person I always think of fas fine to humiliate Timo and punish him accordingly. 
 Manuel is so sweet and shows me all the possibilities. Also the sessions in which I am the sub, I now see again with completely different eyes. 
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                            <updated>2023-06-14T12:00:00+02:00</updated>
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        <entry>
            <title type="text">BDSM Stories For Beginners The First Encounter</title>
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                                            Join Tanja and Erik on their exciting journey into the world of BDSM. From their first encounter in a park to intense sexual experiences, discover how Tanja discovers her hidden desires and Erik shows her the art of dominance and submission.
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                 BDSM stories for beginners 
  The first meeting  
 Tanja and Erik met in a park. It was a hot summer day, everyone in the park was lightly dressed and lying around more or less lazily on their blankets. Tanja was slim, petite, and her appearance made her seem almost fragile and defenseless. 
 But despite the intense heat, she was active, playing badminton with her friend. A game that already requires a good amount of open space. Often difficult in a simple city park. So it didn&#039;t take too long until Tanja bumped into Erik, or rather fell right on top of him. 
 Erik was alone in the park. He was tall, muscular and heavily tattooed. A man better to get out of the way than to lunge at him so swingingly. 
 Startled and with a certain fear in her eyes, Tanja looked at Erik. She hardly dared to move. She lay across him while he held her to protect herself and her from injury. When two bodies collide, painful bruises can happen quickly. 
 Erik didn&#039;t smile, but helped her get off of him. She sheepishly apologized and pulled away. &quot;Better watch out, next time I might keep you,&quot; were the words Erik threw after the young woman. His voice was deep and rough. But it did not sound unfriendly. 
 Tanja couldn&#039;t resist the urge to look around for him again. And there it was! A small, mischievous smile. Sugar-sweet though, almost inappropriate for a man of his rugged appearance. 
 Unexpectedly, a wicked thought crept into Tanja&#039;s mind. What would sex with a man like him be like? She herself was more of a wallflower when it came to sex. Nothing to try, simple positions, she did not dare more. I wonder what it was like with Erik? What kind of experience did he have? 
 Curiosity is too strong 
 Tanja&#039;s curiosity won out! When her friend had left, she looked to see if the stranger was still there. And yes, he was still lying in the same spot as before. She gathered all her courage and went to him. &quot;Hey, I wanted to apologize again for my attack. 
 I hope I didn&#039;t hurt you,&quot; she addressed Erik with a charming smile that took all her courage. Erik asked her to take a seat next to him. They introduced themselves to each other and spent the afternoon getting to know each other. 
 Tanja quickly discovered that you shouldn&#039;t judge anyone by their looks. Erik was very nice, courteous and radiated complete security. The very next evening, the two had a date. 
 Erik was a real model man with good manners. He didn&#039;t rush into anything and knew how to behave in public. But his appearance made Tanja have naughtier and naughtier thoughts. 
 She wanted to sleep with him, test him out, taste him, just let it all happen. &quot;I&#039;d like to know what your preferences are in bed,&quot; Tanja blurted out. In response, she got a deep, throaty laugh and a firm, decisive kiss. &quot;I can take you down a whole new path and show you how tough love can be,&quot; Erik invited the woman at his side. 
 Inquiries and many questions 
 Tanja left Erik at her front door with a mixture of fear, curiosity, frustration and desire. She didn&#039;t invite him in, but didn&#039;t forget that incredibly insistent, hot kiss half the night. 
 Erik had made allusions to hard sex. What did he mean by that? Tanja looked around a bit on the Internet instead of sleeping. Erik radiated such confidence. How could anyone be afraid of having sex with him? 
 Was it possible to combine the two? Fear and security? Her nightly research led her to the point of consensus and safety regarding BDSM. Numerous sex practices that were hard and fear fulfilling presented themselves to her. 
 Ranging from rough sex to acted out rapes, it was all there for her to watch out of a mixture of disgust and excitement. It was just before six in the morning when she called Erik. His voice was so seductively deep as he sleepily answered the cell phone. 
 She could hear her own blood rushing in her body, so excited was Tanja. &quot;We need to talk,&quot; she said. When he asked what about, she replied curtly, &quot;about sex!&quot; Well, Erik didn&#039;t let him say that twice! 
 Rabid but horny! 
 Erik expected Tanja at his home a short time later. He had not thought it necessary to put on big what. In tight boxers he opened the door to his guest. Her eyes immediately fell on his magnificent piece, which was unerigiert, but still considerably large. Erik stood in front of her with a broad grin and let her look. 
 The handsome man suggested Tanja to just show her a little bit instead of talking a lot. But now she got a little scared and wanted to leave. Erik gently took her hands and led her to the couch. 
 There he sat down close to her. He explained his planned procedure to her, arousing her desire and curiosity. Thanks to his words, she felt safe and secure when he started kissing her. Softly at first, but then roughly and firmly. 
 He pushed her forcefully onto the couch, lay weightily on top of her and reached into her crotch without much foreplay. The panties were quickly pulled down and his fingers slid gently but purposefully inside her. His penis swelled more and more and took on a truly imposing size. Gently and with great sensitivity he inserted it into her. 
 It was normal sex, at least in the beginning. A deep look into her beautiful eyes and Erik mutated into a wild animal. Powerfully and energetically he thrust. His hands moved to her neck. 
 A light caress became an air squeeze, but always only to a certain degree. Tanja experienced something new here and enjoyed it. It was dangerous and yet safe. 
 Tanja wants more 
 Sex with Erik held danger without being really dangerous. Beforehand, the two had agreed on a safeword. If he went too far, she could stop it with just one word. He would stop immediately so she could feel safe. 
 The first sex was just the beginning into a wonderfully exciting sex world. Tanja felt comfortable when he oppressed her during fucking, treating her as if she were dirt. After sex he was again the loving man who took care of her in a gentle way. 
 A mixture of two people this man seemed to be and Tanja learned to love both of them. A seemingly dissimilar pair, which yet harmonized perfectly with each other. 
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                            <updated>2023-06-14T07:30:00+02:00</updated>
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        <entry>
            <title type="text">BDSM stories: Trust and Silk</title>
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                                            Immerse yourself in the captivating world of Mia and Tom as they experience their first BDSM session together. In &quot;Trust and Silk&quot; they explore their boundaries, build on trust and open communication and reach a new level of emotional intimacy. Join them on their journey and e...
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                 Trust and silk 
 It was an ordinary Friday evening in Mia and Tom&#039;s apartment, but the atmosphere was anything but ordinary. An electrifying tension hung in the air, a tingling omen of what was to come. They had been working towards this moment for weeks, building on trust, open communication and a deep emotional connection. Tonight they would have their first BDSM session together. 
 Mia was a bundle of nervousness and excitement. She trusted Tom completely, knowing that he would respect her boundaries. They had talked at length about their likes, dislikes and safe words, had reassured each other that the other&#039;s well-being would come first. 
 Tom led Mia into the bedroom, where he had prepared a surprise for her. The room was lit only by candles, which cast a warm, inviting light and cast shadows on the walls. On the bed lay a set of silk restraints and a blindfold, carefully arranged and ready for her use. Mia smiled as she saw the careful preparation Tom had put into this moment. 
 Tom took Mia&#039;s hand and led her to the bed. &quot;Are you ready?&quot; he asked, his voice soft but firm. Mia nodded and replied with a soft &#039;yes&#039;. She knew she could stop at any time if she felt uncomfortable, but at that moment she felt safe and secure. 
 Tom slowly tied Mia&#039;s wrists together with the silk cuffs, his touch gentle but firm. Then he put on the blindfold and the world went dark. Mia concentrated on her other senses - she could hear Tom&#039;s breathing, the soft crackling of the candles and the scent of Tom&#039;s aftershave. 
 The next few hours were a whirlwind of sensations. Tom led Mia through a series of scenarios that they had discussed beforehand. First he began with gentle touches, his hands exploring her body while she was bound and blind, her senses heightened by the darkness. Then he led her in a game of dominance and submission, carefully monitoring her reactions to make sure she was comfortable. 
 He used various toys they had chosen beforehand, each with its own unique sensation. A soft feather tickler that stroked her skin, a leather paddle that created a sweet ache, and finally a vibrator that brought her to the edge of ecstasy and then pulled her back again. 
 As the session came to an end, Tom undid the restraints and removed the blindfold. Mia blinked against the light and looked at Tom. They were both exhausted, but it was a good kind of exhaustion, one that bore witness to a deep emotional and physical experience. 
 They lay next to each other in silence for a while, their fingers intertwined. Then Mia turned to Tom and gave him a gentle kiss. &quot;Thank you,&quot; she whispered. Tom smiled and pulled her closer to him. She felt his warmth, his closeness, and at that moment she knew that they had reached a new level of intimacy. 
 Not only had they explored their physical boundaries that night, but they had also reached a new level of emotional intimacy. They had trusted each other, had taken each other into a world that was both exciting and frightening. They knew that this was only the beginning of their BDSM journey, and they looked forward to what was to come. 
 They lay there in silence, broken only by the soft flicker of candles and each other&#039;s gentle breathing. They had gone on a journey together, had broken new ground together and were stronger and closer than ever before. They knew that they would embark on this journey again, together, hand in hand, trusting and loving each other. 
 And so their evening ended, not with a bang, but with a soft whisper, a promise for the future and a deep sense of contentment and trust. They knew they had taken the right path, and they looked forward to what was yet to come. 
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                            <updated>2023-05-21T07:30:00+02:00</updated>
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        <entry>
            <title type="text">My new slave - BDSM Stories</title>
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                                            oday is the day. My new slave will come to me for her first session. I am looking forward to it. At our first meeting she had already thrilled me. Curvy, handy, pleasantly submissive and yet an exciting character. We drank coffee and talked about our wishes and ideas. And then...
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 My new slave - A special kind of training 
 
 Today is the day. My new slave will come to me for her first session. I am looking forward to it. At our first meeting she had already thrilled me. Curvy, handy, pleasantly submissive and yet an exciting character. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 We drank coffee and talked about our wishes and ideas. And then made the appointment today. With me, in my private little studio. I have already prepared everything for her.     I let my gaze wander through my basement studio once again. It is surprisingly bright for many of my visitors. A light floor, light walls and an equally light ceiling. Well lit. After all, I want to see what I&#039;m doing. The BDSM furniture is much more eye-catching for that. The floor pillar in the middle of the room. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 A BDSM clinic chair for very special examinations. And on the walls, the toys. Cabinets and shelves, hooks and ropes, everything in its place and prepared for quick availability. The room is perfectly tempered. Warm enough that my slave will not freeze in a moment. It&#039;s time to go back upstairs. 
 The session begins 
 
 My young slave stands before me. I greeted you warmly and we had a drink in peace. You can already notice the lack of experience. She is nervous. But that does not bring me out of the calm. I take the lead. Go down to the basement together with her. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 Not yet into the studio. But into the adjoining bathroom. With brief words I explain to her that she can shower here in peace. I point to the clothes I have laid out for her. I see her eyes widen when she sees the deep red lingerie. I have made an effort with the selection. The room is pleasantly warm. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 The underfloor heating works vigorously so that you can really feel comfortable here. I am curious myself, because I have not yet seen the young slave girl naked. But I will still be able to do that with enough time during the training. I explain to her where she should come after the shower and leave her alone. 
 The training of the young slave 
 I wait in my studio. Everything is prepared. I hear exactly how long the shower is running. I hear how the water is turned off. Imagine how the young lady dries herself thoroughly and slowly and concentrated with the new clothes. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 My pulse is also slowly rising. I am curious how far I can go with the slave. With newcomers, tact is always required. There is a knock at the door. I swallow again, clear my throat and open the door. There she stands. The body perfectly staged by the sexy lingerie. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 The dark hair falls into her face. She keeps her eyes lowered. Very good. &quot;Follow me&quot; with a curt command I go ahead. I hear her footsteps behind me. I stop and turn around. She also stops and looks me in the face. A mistake I would not let an experienced slave get away with. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 But today I am merciful. &quot;Keep your eyes to the ground as long as I don&#039;t address you, slave!&quot; I order her. Immediately she lowers her gaze. I circle her and take my first look at her body. Curvy, feminine, pleasant to the touch. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 I like it when my slaves offer something more to touch. Only dogs play with bones. She doesn&#039;t know where to put her hands. She keeps them crossed in front of her crotch. With a strong grip I correct this. Her hands to her sides. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 I push my foot between her closely spaced feet. I push them shoulder width apart. Now I can enjoy the sight much better. However, it is time that the slave learns that her body now belongs to me. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 She learns surprisingly fast 
 I go to one of the cupboards at the side of the room. Here the most important utensils are already ready. I know that my new slave is not necessarily into pain. Therefore the whips and crops stay in the cupboard today. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 Today we limit ourselves to humiliation. I step behind her. The leather collar is not too wide and pleasantly soft. I put it around her neck from behind. She flinches briefly, but lets me have my way. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 I feel her tense up as I pull the mask over her eyes. This costs a lot of trust. But without trust I cannot train a slave. She also lets me do that to her. I bring my mouth closer to her ear. &quot;You are mine now, slave!&quot; I whisper determinedly. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 I see goose bumps running over her body. And it&#039;s not because of the temperature. With a strong grip on her shoulder, I direct her forward. To one side of the room is one of my favorite pieces of furniture. Dark steel and leather dominate this floor pillory. Carefully I bring her into position. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 I explain to her in brief words where she should move her arms and legs. She kneels now on the pillory. Her body in the sexy lingerie looks tempting. The plump butt under the thin layer of fabric speaks to me especially. But now first some work for me. 
 Tied up and at the mercy 
 I fix the legs of my slave at the pillory. The hands I still leave free for today. She should still have the feeling of control. She is tense. The position is new to her. She doesn&#039;t know what&#039;s coming. Time to change this. I let my hand land on her rear end with some momentum. She moans. A good sign. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 &quot;You were looking at me earlier without prompting.&quot; I say aloud. You can now choose. Would you like 10 strokes on your bottom, or should I choose the punishment?&quot; She thinks. She thinks for a long time. &quot;Lord? Please you pick which punishment I should get!&quot; I am thrilled. She has actually learned. 
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 And her voice sounds so pleasantly thin, so soft, so submissive. I don&#039;t think about it for long. I take off my pants and stand in front of her. She can&#039;t see me. I reach into her full hair from above. She jerks, a sharp cry escapes her. I pull her head up. She tears open her mouth to gasp for air, but by then I&#039;m already shoving my cock between her open lips. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 It takes only a short moment until she understands the situation and starts sucking on my pint. She does her job very well. Too well for my taste. I have to be careful that it&#039;s not over too quickly. 
 The finale begins 
 I&#039;ve been playing with my slave for an hour now, I&#039;m sure. Played with candle wax and the nerve wheel on her body. But I have left out her crotch the whole time. She is still clothed. But I will change that now. First of all I roll up the fuck machine, which I bought especially for such moments. 
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 Then I step behind her. For the first time I grab her from behind directly in the crotch. She moans loudly. I feel that the sexy lingerie is completely wet. As if she had leaked during the last lesson. My patience is at an end. I get a pair of scissors. Let them gently and coolly caress her skin. She freezes. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 With curt movements I cut the fabric from her body. Finally I see her paradise lying before me. Full lips, glistening with moisture. I accept this invitation and push two fingers between her pulsating labia from behind. She is so wet that I penetrate without difficulty to the stop. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 She rears up, moans, gasps and trembles. I pull my fingers back again. Position the fucking machine with the medium-sized dildo. Now slowly push it forward until it lies exactly between her lips. Then I turn on the machine. First slowly, to determine the depth. Then faster. She is whimpering by now. 
   I know her greatest fear and her greatest curiosity. We&#039;ve talked, after all. I get the jar of lube and spread it on my cock. Then I dip my finger into the pot. While the fucking machine brings my slave closer and closer to her climax, I put a wet finger on her backdoor and penetrate. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 She literally screams out her lust. Seems to hardly notice my finger. The chance is to use it. I exchange the finger with my hard cock. I am careful. Hold it only with pressure in front of the entrance. I feel her twitching under me. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 The orgasm comes closer and closer. Suddenly she opens up to me and I penetrate her. I feel the dildo in her pussy, barely moving inside her. Feel the ring of muscle around my cock contracting again and again in orgasm and let her milk me to climax in the process.     She has accomplished quite a bit for the first day of training. 
 
 
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                            <updated>2023-04-24T09:00:00+02:00</updated>
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        <entry>
            <title type="text">A day at the BDSM fair with Cruel Reell</title>
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                                            A few weeks ago, I discovered the account of the well-known dominatrix Cruel Reell on Twitter. I followed the account and watched her videos and posts regularly. When I saw that she was still looking for a slave for a workshop, I saw this as my big opportunity.
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 A few weeks ago, I discovered the account of the well-known mistress Cruel Reell on Twitter. I followed her, watched her videos and posts and became more curious with every clip. When I read that she was still looking for a slave for a workshop, it felt like an invitation straight into my imagination. 
 I wrote to her, applied - and she actually accepted me. She chose  me  for her workshop. I had no real practice, just fantasies and scenes from videos. Accordingly, I nervously asked her if I could bring her a gift. She told me her favorite perfume - so I set off, bought the expensive scent and had it carefully wrapped. I prefer to leave the finer details like beautiful packaging to the professionals. 
 The excitement builds 
 The closer the date approached, the more anticipation and anxiety mixed together. I watched more clips of Cruel Reell - spanking, CBT, hard scenes with whips and paddles. I realized that this wasn&#039;t just a &quot;show&quot;. It was serious BDSM, with real spankings and real reactions. 
 I wrote to her in between. I told her about my preparations, that the perfume was ready and that the collar and leash were already at hand. At the same time, I asked myself: &quot;Shouldn&#039;t you have informed yourself better beforehand?&quot; But the thought of moving back felt worse than the prospect of pain. 
  Note:  Even if this story is very intense - real sessions should always take place with clear boundaries, safewords and prior agreement. Pain and humiliation only belong in the game if everyone involved really wants it. 
 The day has come .. 
 The Sunday of the fair was here. The bullwhip workshop was booked, although I didn&#039;t actually know exactly what &quot;bullwhip&quot; meant. I only had a hunch: whip. And not the most harmless kind. 
 I wrapped the present, added the neck restraint and leash and put on my best thong - if I was going to stand in front of a well-known dominatrix, at least I wasn&#039;t going to do it in my old underpants. With a mixture of fear, anticipation and secret pride, I made my way to the fair. 
 At the fair 
 At the entrance, I nervously checked that I had everything with me: gift, collar, leash. My hands were sweaty, my head was full. I walked through the halls, saw BDSM furniture that I had only seen in pictures before. A huge St. Andrew&#039;s cross caught my eye - I had previously thought such frames were more like railroad barriers, but now I was standing in front of them for the first time. 
 My first meeting with Cruel Reell 
 Then I saw her: Cruel Reell, sitting on a bench, in tight riding gear, confident and present. My nervousness suddenly jumped up a notch. I went up to her, introduced myself and immediately wanted to present her with the gift. First mistake. 
 She stopped me and soberly pointed out that you have to kiss your mistress&#039;s boots first. My face got hot, but I followed her order, knelt and kissed the boots. Only then was I allowed to hand over the gift. She unwrapped it straight away - I was lucky, it was the right scent. Then she asked me a few questions. Personal questions. Embarrassing questions. Exactly the kind of questions that make you feel naked before you&#039;ve even taken your clothes off. 
 Then it was actually time to undress. Everything had to come off except for my thong. She handed me a T-shirt with the words &quot;My safeword is harder&quot; on it. I found it ironic - my first time with a dominatrix and a slogan like that on my chest. 
 I knelt, she put the collar on me and clipped on the leash. At that moment, I was hers - at least for that day. 
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 A second slave was outfitted next to me. He was also given a collar. Then Cruel Reell led us both around the fair. On a tight leash, in a T-shirt and thong, under many glances. Suddenly I wasn&#039;t just watching a scene, I was part of the show. 
 The first time at the St. Andrew&#039;s cross 
 After a few laps of the hall, she explained that she was now in the mood for a playroom. On the way there, she announced in casual severity what I could expect. My pulse increased. In the playroom, she tied me to the St. Andrew&#039;s cross. Arms and legs tight, body at her mercy - no turning back. 
 It was a picture I had often secretly imagined. Now it was me standing there strapped down. She took out a large studded paddle - one smooth side, one side with studs. I fervently hoped for the smooth side. 
 
 She began to beat and I was supposed to count along. Up to ten. The strokes came hard, with pinpoint accuracy, making my bottom burn. Of course, it didn&#039;t stop at ten - bonus strokes are just part of the game. 
 
 She was obviously having fun, while I moved between pain, shame and a strange feeling of &quot;it&#039;s finally real&quot;. When she released me from the cross again, I was relieved - and exhilarated at the same time. 
 My next task was much more sober: disinfecting the paddle and St. Andrew&#039;s cross. It was a public playroom, so hygiene was a must. Afterwards, we walked around the fair again and I had time to get my face color and heart rate down a bit. 
 Expensive fries 
 The mistress got hungry and we went outside to the chip stand. I was still standing outside in just a T-shirt and thong - at just under 3 degrees. But when the mistress is hungry, temperature only plays a minor role. I bought her chips. 
 A few chips fell on the floor. Reell ordered me to pick them up and eat them. My stomach tightened for a moment, but I followed. Back in the hall, I was allowed to eat a few leftover fries from the bowl. I was glad of every bite. 
 A short time later, she explained the &#039;price&#039; of the fries to me: depending on the size, each one cost up to ten bites. My inner hit account grew with every bite I took. My appetite sank, but there was no turning back - I wasn&#039;t going to refuse her offer. 
 The cage 
 Back in the playroom, it was time to reduce my account. She locked me in a cage. The head could be secured separately. The door clicked shut and she reached for the paddle again. Her arm fitted perfectly between the bars. 
 
 Stroke by stroke, she worked through the account. I had to count, the bars in front of my face, the cage around me. At times I wasn&#039;t sure if I could really take it. She, on the other hand, seemed focused, almost cheerful. It was only when we reached zero that I breathed a sigh of relief - briefly. 
 Because of course there were a few extra strokes - this time also on my testicles and penis, with the nubbed side of the paddle. When she opened the door and let me out of the cage, I was exhausted, relieved and recharged at the same time. The tour of the fair continued, this time including cool air from outside, which cooled my glowing ass unexpectedly pleasantly. 
 We stopped at a photo shoot, after which she tested a few more toys on me at various stands. Finally, she gave me a choice: more strokes or buy a cane. My body was at its limit - I decided to buy one. 
 
 As it happens, the newly purchased cane naturally had to be &quot;briefly tested&quot;. So both of us slaves stood there with our T-shirts pulled up and got to know the penetrating power of our new acquisition. 
 Bullwhip workshop 
 I had almost forgotten that a bullwhip workshop was on the agenda. When the time came, I realized once again that the day wasn&#039;t over yet. The bullwhip is a long whip - not for the faint-hearted. 
 The workshop took place in front of an audience. In my excitement, I could hardly tell whether they were just spectators or participants. Cruel Reell explained the bullwhip, demonstrated how to swing it and punched the air to show the sound. 
 I was given a short break, then she put me in the middle. She told me to get down on my knees. Even before the first blow came, I was shaking. My body was tired, my nervous system overstimulated. But I still didn&#039;t want to give up. 
 She smiled coolly, almost professionally - and showed everyone how to use the bullwhip. The whip wrapped around my body, a burning pain followed and a welt appeared almost immediately. Every blow burned, and not just at the moment of impact. I knew that I would see and feel the marks for some time to come. 
 I was almost relieved that the second slave was also involved. Shared burden is a surprising comfort on a day like this. 
 Tips for all levels - trade fair session with dominatrix step by step 
 
 Level 1 - Beginner 
 
 Just watch, possibly a short, light game (e.g. leash, light strokes). 
 Clearly agree beforehand on the maximum that may happen. 
 Agree a safeword, even for short scenes. 
 
 Level 2 - Advanced 
 
 Several scenes throughout the day (e.g. leading on a leash, light spanking, photos). 
 Dealing responsibly with the audience and visibility - consider the risk of outing. 
 Keep an eye on physical exertion: Plan breaks, water, food. 
 
 Level 3 - Experienced 
 
 Intense scenes such as bullwhip, CBT or longer cage times only with clear experience and confidence. 
 Consciously plan a combination of event, show character and personal session. 
 Don&#039;t forget aftercare - even if the dominatrix remains &quot;hard&quot; in a public setting. 
 
 
 Role play step by step - depending on the level 
 
 Level 1 - Beginner 
 Short roles: you as slave, she as mistress, limited to one action (e.g. presentation on the leash). Then go out of the role together. 
 Level 2 - Advanced 
 A complete day at the fair as a slave/mistress role. Clarify beforehand: Clothing, visibility, taboo zones and intensity of the games. 
 Level 3 - Experienced 
 Integrate show elements, workshops and public sessions into the personal D/s dynamic. Important: Pay attention to body signals and possibly draw boundaries earlier than ambition dictates. 
 
 The farewell 
 The day of the trade fair was drawing to a close. After the bullwhip workshop, Cruel Reell dismissed me. There was no sentimental farewell, no gentle &quot;take down&quot;. She remained the tough dominatrix, consistent to the end. I would have liked to talk to her for longer to sort out what I had experienced, but there was no such opportunity. 
 Instead, I spoke to the other slave. He was much more experienced, seemed more relaxed and less physically exhausted. It was good to have someone who understood what had happened to me - physically and mentally. 
 Back home, I knew that this day had pushed boundaries. Some in a positive sense, others I will protect more closely in future. But one thing was certain - I had experienced Cruel Reell and myself in a way that I won&#039;t soon forget. 
 Here you can find out how Reell tests our most popular  toys  - with videos. 
 
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                            <updated>2023-04-24T09:00:00+02:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Cuckold stories: My First Time - Being a Cuckold Makes You Horny!</title>
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                                            For quite some time we have been looking for a new kick in our sex life. It should not be boring. We try out a lot in the SM and also in the BDSM area. Only a few weeks ago Bianca stretched me a Chastity cage against. Chastity was the order of the day. It didn&#039;t last long, I o...
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                 When I say &quot;my first time&quot;, I don&#039;t mean that I was a virgin at the age of 33. No, I had sex before that. Plenty of very good sex, even. For a good ten years, even always with the same partner. Bianka, my sweet little horny dream woman!    For quite some time we are looking for a new kick in our sex life. It should not be boring. We try out a lot in the SM and also in the BDSM area. Only a few weeks ago Bianca stretched me a Chastity cage against. 
 Chastity was the order of the day. It didn&#039;t last long, I only lasted a few days. But the redemption was really the hammer!  Now she read me a highly erotic cuckold story from the Internet four days ago. 
 My goodness, what were we both excited while reading. Clearly, we immediately sought out appropriate forums afterwards. My wife needed a horny partner who would take her so right through, while I may watch. 
 Our Cuckold story begins 
 Now we are probably writing our very own cuckold story. Relatively quickly my wife found a guy who looked very good according to photos and also seemed to fit from the character. Today it should be so far, Rick would visit us.   My wife strutted out of the bathroom as if she were a queen. 
 Confidently, with her head held high and her eyes clear, she approached me. I sat in my comfortable living room chair and could hardly breathe, so much did she take my breath away with the sight of her. A red corsage shaped her soft breasts very advantageously. 
 Black suspender stockings with red applications made her legs look even longer than usual. Those spiked heels of her high heels ... how I would love to get to feel them once. But I was not allowed! I should only be allowed to look at them. More not!    Now it rang already at the door. I opened and before me stood an Adonis of man. Jealousy came up in me. This man wanted to sleep with my Bianca. After that she would never want to have anything more with me! Quite reluctantly I let him in. 
 We sat down, drank wine and got to know each other a little. Slowly I got my jealousy under control. This could be because we took our time to discuss all the details. After a good 1.5 hours, we left the living room and showed our attractive, charming guest the bedroom. 
 Watching can be so hot 
 I settled down on an old comfortable armchair, opposite the big bed. Our new friend made himself comfortable right on the bed and pulled my wife to him. Astride, she took a seat on his body. They touched each other gently and exploratively, then began to kiss. 
 At first tentatively, with a slightly shy smile on their faces. Then becoming more and more confident, brash and greedy. Just the sight of her kissing the man made me hot as a rat! How I would love to push the guy away and take his place. Somehow, though, I also felt humiliated. 
 He looked so much hotter than me. And then my wife was also glaring at me the whole time she was tasting this great guy&#039;s lips.    She practically ripped his shirt off now and snuggled up to his firm muscles. She got off him, opening his pants with hasty fingers to let the bulging privates out into the air. Rick had apparently dispensed with underpants. 
 The big cock literally jumped out at you. Wide-eyed, she let go of him, rolled to the side and now lay next to him on the bed. Rick took control, spreading my wife&#039;s legs and licking her until she almost started screaming. 
 She looked at me the whole time, while she let herself be spoiled by the other. In between, she closed her eyes with relish. I wished so much to be in his place. I wanted to love my wife, and I wanted to do it now! But I was not allowed!    Just before Bianka finally climaxed, Rick paused. He gave her a moment before turning her over onto her stomach and she assumed the doggie position. While Rick penetrated her hard and greedily, Bianka looked at me full of lust and passion. All the time she was looking at me. 
 My own little cock was getting bigger and bigger, harder and harder. So much I would like to just jerk it now. But I had to save myself. Because once Rick was done, then I would get my turn. 
 The entry into the cuckold relationship 
 Rick was gone and the two of us were alone. Bianca&#039;s pussy was still all hot and wet when I finally got to touch her again. With an eagerness like never before I took her. She was mine. All mine! Sharing was obviously not my thing. 
 Or maybe it was? When I think about how hot this all made me, I think we might be starting a real cuckold relationship now. Who knows how we can go even higher. Today it was a hot guy that my wife got to fuck. Maybe next time we will make two come. Possibly I can even join in directly. We will see. 
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                            <updated>2023-01-22T07:30:00+01:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">BDSM Stories: Kidnapped and used</title>
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                                            I got out of the now cold bathtub, wrapped myself in my cozy soft bath towel and let myself sink with it on my nicely heated waterbed. For a moment I closed my eyes and enjoyed the peace and quiet. I worked at a way too busy airport every day and had constant noise in my ears....
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                 I got out of the now cold bathtub, wrapped myself in my cozy soft bath towel and let myself sink with it on my nicely heated waterbed. For a moment I closed my eyes and enjoyed the peace and quiet. 
 The airport 
 I worked at a way too busy airport every day and had constant noises in my ears. So my home was my oasis of comfort. That&#039;s how comfortable I felt in my self-created four walls. Actually, I was supposed to get dressed and leave for my night shift. 
 Instead, however, I opened my towel, stayed on the gently bobbing waterbed, and let my hands wander. My body felt warm, my skin was velvety soft, my body smoothly shaved in every place. My breasts were surgically perfected and I loved stroking them and feeling the fullness in my hands. 
 My stomach was flat and showed a slight six pack. I ran my gel nails over my muscles, down to my pubic area. Gently I began with an intimate massage, which I quickly made more intense. With my eyes closed, I enjoyed my own touches and began to moan ecstatically.    Suddenly, a strong hand wrapped around my neck and squeezed. Another hand settled on my mouth and I felt a heavy body on top of me. He pushed me into the depths of my waterbed. I was in danger of suffocating in every way. Panic rose in me. Startled, I wrenched my eyes open and looked into dark, seemingly black eyes. Everything spun around me and away I went. 
 Tied up and ready for use 
 When I awoke, I was in the doggie position. I wanted to move but could not. I was tied up. Tied down on a bondage board! Completely naked, my bottom and pubic were accessible to all present. 
 What was this story about here? Was this a bad joke? Was there anyone here at all? I saw no one and heard nothing. I didn&#039;t like the story at all, I just wanted to get out of here. 
 I was a gentle cuddle cat who preferred passion. This BDSM shit was so not mine! I had already read many stories about SM, in which it was about sex slaves, whips and Co. But I never wanted to experience something like that myself.     I started to make use of my voice. Just as I was about to scream, a killer mouth gag was put on me. I couldn&#039;t make another sound! I heard a door open and numerous footsteps coming towards me. 
 Around me stood men who were complete strangers to me. They were very different, however, they were all naked! Some wore masks, others had provided their best piece with any cock rings or so. I heard clapping, smacking sounds and heard one or the other man breathing a little stronger, I became aware that the guys around me had started to jerk off! 
 Would it stop there? Would they just jerk off in front of me and then let me go?   A finger in my pussy shattered that hope right away. The finger quickly became a penis that penetrated me horny. After a few thrusts, the thing was pulled out of me, to then squirt once across my back. I got a firm slap on the butt and already the next cock was inside me. 
 This guy squirted into me and only a few seconds later the next penis plunged into me. I got used to it relatively quickly. At some point the body just switches off or maybe finds it great in some ways. I felt how my pussy filled more and more and the juice just ran out of me. 
 Every now and then I slipped out a moan. My goodness, what was wrong with me? I was a sissy who put up with everything here. But I could not defend myself anyway. 
 With whip into the anal depths 
 After six or seven guys who had come in me or even on me within a few seconds, a colored man knelt down to me. He lifted my head and grinned at me with way too white teeth. 
 He yanked on my hair and then let go of me. He walked to my backside. I saw his giant penis as I walked by. It must have been as long as my forearm! A loud clap and a hellish burning pain spread across my left buttock. 
 The guy had a leather rope with him. This was hit with momentum over and over again on my butt. I&#039;m sure my ass was already bleeding. At some point, my butt cheeks went limp, because they absolutely could no longer. The dark-skinned man took direct advantage of this with his huge cock. He penetrated me in the buttocks. 
 He took me anal and pushed me felt the complete thing in me. He thrust hard, got deeper and deeper into me, took his time to pause, then climaxed with many quick thrusts. 
 The work calls 
 I awoke on my waterbed, which I knew only too well. My hand still on my pubic, one finger just above my clit, which was badly swollen with horniness. I breathed faster than usual and with the first movement I had the horniest climax a woman could ever feel. 
 What was this? Had I been kidnapped or not? Had I fallen asleep while masturbating? Was I so in ecstasy that I slipped into a fantasy world? I got up because I had to go to work. My bottom ached and burned. But from what, if all this was only dreamed? 
 Or had it really happened? Confused, I got dressed. Somehow everything hurt a little bit. Maybe it was just the waterbed. When I looked at the clock, two hours had passed since I got out of the tub. I would still make it to my work on time. 
 Still, I wasn&#039;t that clear-headed. My dream, or whatever it was warm, sat deep in my limbs.     At work I took my place at the counter and served the passengers, like every day or every night. For me, always all just people without faces. Just mass processing. But that night, one person stood out. He was tall, had dark skin and grinned at me with far too white teeth. ... 
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                            <updated>2023-01-11T12:00:00+01:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Petplay Stories: I always wanted to have a pony</title>
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                                            Who hasn&#039;t wanted their own pony at some point? I was definitely one of those guys who wanted to have a pony so I could ride it properly. Do you know what I mean? I&#039;m not talking about an animal, I&#039;m talking about a hot chick. I mean a hot ponygirl!
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                 Who hasn&#039;t wanted their own pony at some point? I was definitely one of those guys who wanted to have a pony so I could ride it properly. Do you know what I mean? I&#039;m not talking about an animal, I&#039;m talking about a hot chick. I mean a hot  ponygirl ! 
 My mare in bondage 
 At some point I just caught my little horny mare and stretched her in bondage! No, of course the bride came to me all by herself. She willingly offered to be my ponygirl. She loved petplay as much as I did. 
 Are you wondering now how we ended up together? Man people, what else are there appropriate internet forums for. The BDSM scene is very big. For every fetish there are groups and forums. 
 There is a suitable counterpart for Hogtied, Petplay and Co quickly found. So we found each other very quickly and practice our horny games regularly. We are not in a real relationship, but just have the hottest sex in the world. You have no idea what you can do with a woman&#039;s clit when she is well tied up and defenseless.   [emotion emotion_id=&quot;409&quot; ] 
 Hands strapped behind her back, legs nicely spread and fixed. She lies naked, wet and exciting in front of me. I want to start gently and reach only for a vibrator. I let him gently slide into her, to put him completely aside again shortly after. 
 A dilator is much hornier. I tease her urethra until she has to pee. Or does she just squirt? I don&#039;t know. I don&#039;t let myself get carried away. I still have numerous toys to tease her clit and make her moan endlessly. Only when she is already completely at the end, I jump up and ride on it!   [emotion emotion_id=&quot;407&quot; ] 
 Petplay with horny costumes 
 As already mentioned, the girl is a hot mare. Due to her height of just 1.60 m she is more of a pony than a real horse. However, my ponygirl is quite enough for me. In the meantime I have equipped her with some toys from the Sadomaso Shop. 
 We love the extreme BDSM. She now has a bridle, a pony mask and even an anal plug with a ponytail. I put her in the pricking hay and bang her violently. The wild beast must be tamed. Only an obedient pony is a good pony! If she doesn&#039;t obey, I&#039;ll gladly resort to the whip! 
 [emotion emotion_id=&quot;399&quot; ] 
 Let&#039;s see, maybe I&#039;ll add a few more horny ponies to my stable soon. After all, I am a greedy stallion. 
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                            <updated>2023-01-10T15:00:00+01:00</updated>
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        <entry>
            <title type="text">BDSM Stories: My first BDSM attempts</title>
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                                            The closer it got to flower sex, the more bored I was. My girlfriends always raved about their great sex experiences and I then asked myself what exactly I was missing. An orgasm was a real rarity for me.
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                 Very early I realized that ordinary sex is not what turns me on. Although I have very often met men with whom I had sex, but which did not meet my taste. 
 The closer it got to flower sex, the more bored I was. My girlfriends always raved a lot about their great sex experiences and I then asked myself what exactly I was missing. An orgasm was a real rarity for me. 
 The mysterious Tom 
 A few weeks ago I met Tom. This man had a different effect on me from the very beginning. He radiates something dangerous, yet very erotic. Even today I feel directly under his spell when I look at him. 
 The sex was different from the beginning. He was directly wilder, passionate and above all one thing: dominant. He knows exactly what he wants and how he gets this. He spoils me when I am a good girl. Punishes me when I am naughty. 
 So far we have tried light bondage games, but I am hungry for more. I want to experiment and put myself completely in his control. Today is finally the day Tom shows me his sex room. The thought of it makes me all nervous, but my pussy is joyfully excited. 
 The big evening 
 I shaved and threw myself into sexy lingerie while he still has a customer appointment before the weekend begins. The room is locked and so I have no chance to take a look inside. Of course, I have already inquired online what can come to me. The excitement increases with every minute that passes. 
 Then I finally hear the door. Tom is at home. I greet him beaming with joy. We make out wildly and he carries me in the direction of the room. His strong arms impress me again and again. I feel safe.    In front of the room he asks me if I really want this. I am determined and enter the room behind him. The walls are painted in an erotic red. There is a bed with poles, a BDSM St. Andrew&#039;s cross and a bondage rope in the room. 
 There are different whips and floggers hanging on the wall. He asks me if I am ready to be his slave. I am speechless and just nod. When I turn to him, he is dressed only in underpants and helps me out of my clothes as well. He grabs my crotch and smiles at me. 
 &quot;You are really looking forward to your Master, I see&quot;. I am wet and ready for anything. Tom carries me to the bed and explains that he will now tie me up. He blindfolds me and then expertly ties both hands and ankles to the iron bars of the bed. 
 Master in action 
 I lie completely exposed and wide-legged in front of him on the bed. When I ask him what he is up to, he orders me to be quiet. We have already agreed on our stop word. I am curious and would like to know what he is doing. I smell him, he is very close to me. 
 Then I feel his tongue slowly wandering along my body. First on my neck, then over my breasts. He pauses at the nipples and bites them lightly. I moan with passion and arch my body. &quot;Shhh,&quot; Tom commands. 
 I obey. His tongue slides further down. I can&#039;t wait for him to touch my pussy with it. But he just wanders down my legs without licking my pussy. I sigh in disappointment. 
 This time he doesn&#039;t admonish me to be quiet. He stands up and I hear him loosen something from the wall. The whip, I remember. I get goose bumps at the thought. 
 The first blow 
 Then I feel cool leather on my skin. It tickles me and I have to giggle. Zack, a light blow hits me on the chest. I groan. Tom admonishes me again and then continues with the flogger. He strokes it slowly all over my body. 
 I can&#039;t help but laugh as this tickles a lot. And bang, the next blow hits me. This time a little harder and on the other breast. I suck in the air but don&#039;t make a sound. &quot;Good girl,&quot; Tom praises me. 
 Now nothing happens for a moment. I feel him close beside me, though. He moves and finally I feel his tongue between my legs. I am very wet and would love to be fucked directly by him. I know that his cock is extremely hard when he sees me like this. 
 Already after a few moments I have my first orgasm, which I can not hold back with a loud cry of pleasure. And already the next blow hits me. This time between the legs. I try to squirm. However, I do not succeed. This combination of pain and pleasure is completely new to me but so exciting. 
 I open my mouth to say something when the next pain runs through me. He pinches my nipples together with nipple clamps. I want him so bad. And he feels it. 
 The climax 
 He unties me and turns me onto my stomach, then, kneeling, he ties me up again. My legs are spread and my head is resting on the mattress. 
 I moan and he gives me another blow. This time on my butt. This turns me on especially. I can no longer hide the passion and desire for his cock and beg him to finally fuck me. 
 Another, much stronger blow catches me. I try to squirm my ass. At that moment I feel his face between my legs again. In addition, he has a dildo in his hand. He first inserts it into my wet pussy while he sucks on my clit with pleasure. I have another orgasm and suppress the cry. 
 &quot;Good girl&quot;, he praises me, &quot;in a moment you&#039;ve earned your cock&quot;. He slowly pulls the dildo out of my pussy and inserts first two fingers in my ass and then very slowly the dildo, which is all wet from my pussy. I love this feeling. 
 He moves the dildo very slowly forward and backward and gives me another blow with the flogger. I moan and prepare myself for the next blow. At first it does not happen. Then suddenly I feel the leather again. I hold my breath. 
 He seems happy and then I feel him slowly penetrate me. The dildo is still stuck in my ass. I have my third orgasm while he fucks me hard and fast. He holds my mouth closed while I feel his hot cum spreading inside me. 
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                            <updated>2023-01-09T10:00:00+01:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">BDSM Stories: In the apprenticeship of a dominatrix</title>
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                                            I&#039;m young and need the money, I like to answer when I&#039;m asked why I&#039;m learning this profession of all things. What I do? I am in the apprenticeship of a dominatrix.
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                 I&#039;m young and need the money, I like to answer when I&#039;m asked why I&#039;m learning this profession of all things. What I do? I am in the apprenticeship of a dominatrix. 
  The dominatrix teaches me all the practices from sadomaso.  It should not be long before I am finally allowed to approach the customers myself. The thought of it makes me already damn horny. First, however, I must first hold out my pussy so that the dominatrix can use it. 
 You learn best when you feel it 
 The motto of my dominatrix teacher is: &quot;You learn best when you feel it&quot;. She means it exactly as she says it. Everything I want to do to my subs later, I have to feel first in my own body. Often I end up with her then at the St. Andrew&#039;s cross or on the floor pillory. The Domina practices the very extreme BDSM. 
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 She knows every single way to inflict horny pain. So I am currently her latex slave instead of being a latex dominatrix of my own. However, I enjoy the slave education to the fullest. Tied up I am absolutely at her mercy. If I ask too many questions, she inflicts pain on me.  If I am good, she starts to make me horny.  
 She stimulates my clit until it hurts. She takes me with her oversized  strapon dildo  that would rival any man. Sometimes I scream in pain, sometimes in pure pleasure!   [Emotion emotion_id=&quot;386&quot; ] 
   
 The first customer contact 
 Yesterday I had the first customer contact. My teacher promised me that I would have fun. She concealed from me, however, that I would be the latex slave once again. I thought I may now let off steam directly at the customer, but no, he was a spectator of the SM torture that I experienced! 
 His cock was well packed in a  penis cage . Would he get horny, that should be really painful. At the sight that I poor victim offered him, but he could only become horny. He was even allowed to lick me. The juice of my pussy made him really wild. Fortunately, the dominatrix rebuked the horny guy directly.   [emotion emotion_id=&quot;374&quot; ] 
 The meant pain for him. Diapered like a dog, he withdrew from me. I suffered from the maltreatment of the dominatrix, but actually also learned a lot. My first customer contact was not how I wanted it to be, but still instructive. 
   
 The final exam 
 My training is now almost complete. My teacher already became a student. From dominatrix to slave, that&#039;s what I had wanted from her. It should now be my final exam. Helpless and amazingly delicate, the dominatrix now stood before me. She seemed almost fearful. 
 No wonder, with what she had taught me everything. She knew that I would take revenge for her torture. I strapped her to the punishment rack and let her feel a paddle on her bare bottom. When both buttocks were neatly red, I had enough of spanking her. I grabbed the horse tail anal plug and made her my pet. 
 A little petplay wouldn&#039;t do her any harm. However, I eventually replaced the plug with the strap-on dildo. Oh my goodness, how good that did to be able to bang her properly with the strapon. I enjoyed every single thrust and felt like a man! Stronger and stronger I pushed, deeper and deeper, faster and faster! 
 But enough of that! I brought my dominatrix slave down from the  punishment trestle  and strapped her on the bed. Her naked breasts got to feel the heels of my stilettos.   I have passed my final exam and am now ready to receive you ... 
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                            <updated>2022-11-23T08:00:00+01:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Cuckold story: Cuckolding - the best relationship you can have</title>
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                                            The shackles are put on Lisanne had just turned 21 when her life was to change decisively. She had self-confidence and finally the courage to say what she really wanted. She had been together with her boyfriend Jan for almost three years now. The relationship was going quite w...
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                 Lisanne had just turned 21 when her life was to change decisively. She had self-confidence and finally the courage to say what she really wanted. She had been together with her boyfriend Jan for almost three years. 
 The relationship was going quite well, but Lisanne had other intentions than that the relationship could continue like this. Quite secretly, she decided to make a Cucki out of her Jan. 
 Being brave 
 The self-confident young lady guided her sweetheart bit by bit in the right direction. She kept telling him about special dreams:    ~ I was lying in a big soft bed, to my left and right were strapping lads holding their cocks out to me. I sucked them in turn while you, my love, sat opposite me and just watched. Oh, how that turned me on ... ~ 
 Another dream: 
 ~ A bit bizarre, perhaps, but it turned me on insanely ... I was lying naked between several men, completely exhausted from a really hot sex act, with the best built guy ever. And you were in bed with me, giving one of the guys a Blowjob. ~    Jan looked a bit skeptical when Lisanne told him about her dreams like this. But somehow he also had to admit to himself that these thoughts had something. He started to think about it. Wednesdays were always porn night for the two of them. 
 So it happened that Lisanne deliberately looked for porn that featured more dicks than pussies. The sex that followed was a nice bit of release for Lisanne as she took the upper hand.    &quot;Fuck me,&quot; she demanded in a commanding tone. He did as commanded. The command tone continued throughout the great night of sex. Jan quickly grew into the role and enthusiastically joined in. Both were happy just finding out who they really were and what roles they wanted. 
 The Cuckold Relationship 
 The cuckold fantasies grew and matured. More and more they both found themselves in their roles. Lisanne became the hotwife and Jan the cuckold. It developed a Cuckold story, as it is written in the book. He did what she told him to do. 
 But he loved to rebel now and then. Because his hotwife came up with such mega beautiful punishments. He loved being worked on with the paddle. He even loved the ruined orgasms she gave him. And then only watching her do it to herself. He had a comfortable armchair in the bedroom, just across from the bed. 
 There he settled down while his Lisanne lay in bed with her legs spread wide, loving and using the bunny vibrator as if it were her husband and far better than Jan&#039;s penis.     Oh how Jan would love to lay a hand on himself now, but he was forbidden. After all, he couldn&#039;t even get a real hard-on. No, he didn&#039;t have erection problems. He was just ... a little constricted. The Chastity cage he was wearing was made of clear plastic. 
 [Emotion emotion_id=&quot;374&quot; ] 
 Every little twitch of his cock he could not only feel, but also see. Oh my god, how he would love to grow that crumpled looking sausage in that thing! But it did not work! Jan suffered, but he also loved it in equal measure. 
 The Cuckold Blowjob 
 Sooner or later it had to come so far. His Lisanne actually had other guys in bed. Men who had muscles, who were big and strong. They could carry Lisanne on their hands when they fucked her, without making it look somehow laborious. 
 Jan couldn&#039;t help but capture it all on video and photos. It was so beautiful to watch, so artistic and in some cases so brutal! This mixture of everything, made Jan so infinitely hot for the sperm of these Bulls!     &quot;Come here and blow him&quot;. Lisanne meant it seriously! Jan should take the huge cock, which shot up in full glory in the mouth. It was the penis of a colored man. And yes, it is not a rumor that colored people have especially big dicks! This meat whip was the hammer and only too gladly Jan gave the black Bull a Cuckold Blowjob. 
 The sperm just shot into his mouth. The taste that spread in Jan&#039;s mouth was a mixture of salty and sweet. Oh he loved it and couldn&#039;t swallow enough of it. Afterwards he licked his Lisanne so clean that she had another orgasm. 
 A life as a Cucki 
 Jan was a Cucki through and through. Over the years, Lisanne spent less and less time with him and went on trips with her big, black bull. There were even children in the relationship by now. They were so delightfully milky coffee brown. Lisanne loved her Jan for raising her children as if they were his own, too. 
 They weren&#039;t, of course, they came from Lisanne her Bull. However, it didn&#039;t matter and only strengthened the relationship. Lisanne and Jan, sought and found. Both grown in their roles and happy. 
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                            <updated>2022-05-13T07:30:00+02:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Cane stories: A marriage with cane</title>
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                                            Hey you, have you ever wondered what it&#039;s like to have a marriage with a cane? I live in a special relationship full of pleasure and pain and would like to share my personal story with you. In this guide you will learn more about the world of cane stories and how you can exper...
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                 The good old days when caning was commonplace are long gone. At least officially. I still use this punishment at home and I&#039;m only too happy to use it. It simply works better with the cane in the marriage, because that&#039;s the only way my slave, also known as my husband, spurts the way I want him to. 
 The cane is part of everyday life 
 Cane stories are usually highly erotic sex stories. For us, however, the cane is actually part of everyday life. It is a guide and an educational tool to keep my husband in check. 
 It all started when I found out that my husband had cheated on me. When I found out and he came home, I really beat him with the cane for the first time. It was a bamboo cane, so it was strong and could withstand a lot. I actually wanted to make it burst. 
 Of course, I didn&#039;t succeed. I wanted to punish my husband, but not beat him to death! Nevertheless, the cane blows were hard and left a lot of marks. Some of the marks were still visible weeks later.    I loved the way my husband cowered and cried. How he assured me that he was sorry and that he would never do it again. From that day on, I really enjoyed humiliating him. 
 I gave him a unique chance to save our marriage. Namely, that the cane would now be part of my and his everyday life. At least every 2 or 3 days the cane could be used and I could humiliate him and prove who was in charge. He agreed. He agreed to a new life, a life as a slave, as a sub. 
 Cane marks that should not disappear 
 I wanted to, I had to, leave my mark. It was like a compulsion for me. So he had to strip bare so that I could see the marks and see exactly how these welts were made. He was beaten on his bare ass with the cane. It was so exciting to watch. 
 Within a few seconds, the skin that came into contact with the cane turned red. Sometimes the area turned a bluish color. It all depended on how you hit it. It was a crazy game that fascinated me more and more each time. 
 My husband grew into his role. More than once he got a hard-on from the blows. It made me want to hit him even harder. Off to the bare bottom with the cane! 
 [Emotion emotion_id=&quot;399&quot; ]  The cane marks occasionally even burst open a little when I accidentally hit the same spot several times. We both enjoyed the aftercare all the more. Of course, I tended to his wounds. I took photos of the cane marks, because they were real works of art on his bare skin that absolutely had to be captured in pictures. 
 A large canvas picture of my cane slave&#039;s tight ass, with fresh welts arranged in a uniquely beautiful pattern, was now emblazoned above our bed. 
 Oops, I must be a dominatrix! 
 My husband was my slave and I continued to develop. I ordered great clothes in vinyl and leather. I organized more and more new canes, paddles and whips. I expanded my percussion instruments very well. In my latest outfit, whip in hand, I stood in front of the mirror and realized that I didn&#039;t just look hot, I had turned into a dominatrix!     I loved my new self and was looking forward to receiving my husband like this. When he came home from work, he looked stressed and overworked. He dropped his briefcase, loosened his tie and sank to his knees in front of me. He begged me to relax him. He admired the new me and knew that I alone was capable of giving him a wonderful evening.     Many housewives cook their husbands a great meal and give them a foot massage when they get home from a long day at work. I was not one of those women. I cooked and did the housework, no question. But I didn&#039;t massage his feet. 
 I just don&#039;t have a foot fetish, I&#039;m sorry! Instead, I massaged his back, his bare ass and his thighs. Not in a gentle way, but with the cane! And with the paddle and also with my latest acquisition, a wonderful whip! 
 He got to feel everything that evening and I noticed how he visibly relaxed. Afterwards we made love intimately, hot and wild! We didn&#039;t always do this after such a session, but that evening we both needed the actual sex much more than anything else.     We had a wonderful marriage full of strokes, welts, passion, power and determination. We lived out the best cane stories imaginable. My husband never cheated on me again, because now he had everything he needed to be happy. 
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                            <updated>2022-04-07T08:45:00+02:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Fisting Stories: My trip ends with Fisting Premiere</title>
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                                            I was in a really bad mood today and was planning to get really drunk. A few hours ago, I had caught my boyfriend doing another woman nicely from behind while he thought I was in the office. I was home early for once because I had been fired by my boss and wanted to get a supp...
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 I was in a really bad mood today and was planning to get really drunk. A few hours ago, I had caught my boyfriend doing another woman nicely from behind while he thought I was in the office. 
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 I was home early for once because I had been fired by my boss and wanted to get a supportive hug from my partner. But instead he was having fun with someone else. Great, really great. I took refuge with my best friend, to whom I poured my heart out over a glass of wine and who comforted me as best she could. 
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 But as it got later and later, my friend wanted to go to bed, while I wanted to turn night into day. Sleeping was out of the question in this situation. Although my dearest friend tried to persuade me to sleep on her couch, I went out again. Tonight I wanted to have fun and shut out the rest of my life. 
 I headed for the nearest club 
 I didn&#039;t know my way around this area and was just looking for somewhere to drink and dance. With tears in my eyes, I stumbled into a club that looked trendy and the bass was booming out of it. I fought my way purposefully to the bar and ordered a double tequila. 
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 After downing my drink, I ordered the next one straight away. Only now did I take the opportunity to take a closer look around the club. What I saw totally surprised me. There were only women on the dance floor, at the bar and everywhere else in the club. 
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 Beautiful women who were laughing, flirting and making out with each other. I grinned to myself. What an irony that I had ended up in a lesbian club of all places while fleeing from my unfaithful boyfriend. Suddenly I felt someone watching me and turned around. 
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 I looked straight into the huge blue eyes of a stunning brunette. &quot;You&#039;re new here, aren&#039;t you?&quot; Her sonorous voice rang through me. We talked for a while and I had to admit that I was totally attracted to Alicia, that was her name. 
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 I had never been sexually attracted to a woman before, but Alicia, with her dominant nature and deep looks, captivated me. She offered to take me home with her and I couldn&#039;t resist this seductive offer. 
 My first time with a woman 
 There was an immediate dominant-deviant power relationship between us that came naturally. It was as if Alicia could sense what I needed. She pressed me against the wall in her hallway and kissed me passionately. She slid her fingers over my stiff nipples and pulled on them gently, causing me to feel a slight pain. 
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 Her fingers quickly moved into my panties and she did me better with her fingers than any man had ever done before. I came right there in the hallway and Alicia covered my mouth when I wanted to scream out my pleasure.  We quickly went into her apartment and she impatiently tore my clothes off. 
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 We licked each other to climax in the 69 and I was surprised at how natural sex with a woman felt to me. Exhausted, I collapsed on the bed, but Alicia was far from finished with me. She went to her bedside table and took out a pair of panties with a large dildo attached. 
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 She strapped on the strap on for role play with the purple dildo and instructed me to lie on the bed with my legs spread. She tied my arms to the head of her bed with bed restraints and I was completely at her mercy. She fucked me so hard with the strap-on that I lost my sight and hearing. 
 [Emotion emotion_id=&quot;386&quot; ] 
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 But just before I was about to orgasm for the third time that night, Alicia suddenly let go of me and wanted to try something completely new with me. I agreed to her suggestion, but I was also a little afraid that she might cause me pain. After all, I had never really practised Fisting before. But I was curious and hornier than I had ever been in my life.  
 I had never been so satisfied 
 
 First with two and then with more and more fingers, my hot Alicia penetrated me. She stroked my clitoris and filled me up more and more. I couldn&#039;t even imagine that her whole fist could fit inside me, but she stretched me with skillful hands and prepared me for an unforgettable fist fuck. 
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 My muscles trembled with pleasure when the time finally came and she gently pushed her fist into me. I had no idea that I could be so full and that I would love this feeling so much. But my first fist-fuck would certainly not be my last. And the affair with my ex-boyfriend was already forgotten. 
 
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                            <updated>2022-04-04T10:00:00+02:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Keuschheitsgürtel Geschichten: Die Freuden des Keuschheitsgürtels </title>
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                                            Ich hatte vor einigen Wochen eine wahnsinnig interessante und erotische Frau im Internet kennengelernt und mich bereits zweimal mit ihr getroffen. Unsere Vorlieben und sexuellen Interessen waren einander sehr ähnlich und die Chemie zwischen uns stimmte von der ersten Sekunde a...
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   Dominante Herrin zeigt mir die Freuden des Keuschheitsgürtels   
 
 
 Ich hatte vor einigen Wochen eine wahnsinnig interessante und erotische Frau im Internet kennengelernt und mich bereits zweimal mit ihr getroffen. Unsere Vorlieben und sexuellen Interessen waren einander sehr ähnlich und die Chemie zwischen uns stimmte von der ersten Sekunde an. 
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 Sie stand total drauf, ihre Sexpartner zu dominieren und ich liebte es, mich von einer strengen Herrin unterwerfen und kontrollieren zu lassen. Für unser heutiges Date hatten Lucy und ich uns etwas ganz besonderes vorgenommen. Letztes Mal hatten wir schon ein wenig mit Orgasmuskontrolle herum experimentiert, allerdings war meine Selbstdisziplin hierfür zu schlecht. 
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 Trotz des eindeutigen Verbots meiner Herrin war ich zum Höhepunkt gekommen. Dieser Ungehorsam wurde natürlich mit einer unangenehmen Bestrafung geahndet. Auf meinem Arsch waren immer noch die blauen Flecken zu sehen. Doch da ich es absolut erregend fand, mich nicht anfassen zu können und nicht zum Höhepunkt kommen zu dürfen, wollten wir heute einen Keuschheitsgürtel ausprobieren.    Ich klingelte an Lucys Tür und wurde rasch eingelassen. Meine Herrin stand in einem Traum aus hautengen Latex vor mir und warf mir einen Blick zu, der mir Gänsehaut am ganzen Körper bescherte. Sie wies mich an, mich rasch auszuziehen und ihr in ihr Spielzimmer zu folgen. 
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 Augenkontakt durfte ich dabei nicht aufbauen, sondern musste die ganze Zeit über artig zu Boden blicken. Meine Gebieterin hatte sich die Haare streng nach hinten aus dem Gesicht gebunden und sah heute ganz besonders heiß aus. Mich nicht berühren zu dürfen, wurde mir sicherlich unheimlich schwer fallen. Ich musste mich auf den Boden knien und die Handflächen meiner Hände nach oben ausrichten. 
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 Mit ihrer Triangle Peitsche mit Eisengriff verpasste mir Lucy sanfte Schläge auf meine Handflächen und zwang mich dazu, meine Schmerzensschreie zu unterdrücken. Als nächstes musste ich mich hinknien und es vollkommen still ertragen, dass meine Herrin meinen Arsch mit der Peitsche bearbeitete. 
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 Ich merkte, wie mein Schwanz ganz hart wurde und auch Lucy durfte dieser Anblick nicht entgangen sein. Nun wurde es Zeit für den Keuschheitsgürtel inklusive des Buttplugs. Ich wurde angewiesen mich wieder hinzustellen und Lucy legte mir den Harness an. Er saß genau richtig. An den passenden Stellen war er eng und übte Druck auf meine Hoden und meinen Schwanz aus und ließ mir dennoch noch genug Platz zum Wachsen. 
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 Lucy schnürte mich eng ein und verschloss den Keuschheitsgürtel zu allem Überfluss auch noch mit einem Schloss. Jetzt konnte ich mich nicht mehr aus dem engen Harness befreien. Das Material fühlte sich kühl auf meiner Haut an und mein absolutes Ausgeliefertsein ließ meine Erregung schier ins Unermessliche steigen. 
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 Um dem ganzen noch die Krone aufzusetzen, griff meine Gebieterin zum Gleitgel und ölte mir meine Arschbacken ein. Ohne Vorwarnung stieß sie den Buttplug in mich rein und entlockte mir damit ein tiefes Stöhnen. Wie gerne hätte ich jetzt an meinen Schwanz gefasst, doch es gab absolut keine Möglichkeit dies zu tun. Hart drückte meine Latte an den Keuschheitsgürtel und ich spürte es in meinem Schwanz pulsieren. 
 Meine Herrin verwöhnt sich vor meinen Augen 
 Ich nahm erneut meine Sklavenposition zu den Füßen meiner Herrin ein und musste dabei zusehen, wie sie ihre perfekte und nasse Pussy mit einem Vibrator bearbeitete. Sie stellte sich breitbeinig vor mich hin, präsentierte mir das Loch in ihrem engen Latex Anzug und begann damit, sich zu verwöhnen. Während sie es sich selbst machte, beschimpfte sie mich aufs Übelste und teilte mir mit, dass ich es nicht schaffte sie zu befriedigen und sie deshalb selbst Hand anlegen müsse. 
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 Schwanzloser Loser und impotenter Hurenbock waren dabei noch die harmlosesten Beschimpfungen. Es war absolut geil, wie Lucy mit mir redete und der zusätzliche Anblick ihrer glitschigen Möse gaben mir den Rest. Als sie heftig schreiend zum Höhepunkt kam, hätte auch ich nur allzu gerne angespritzt. Doch es gab für mich absolut keine Chance mein bestes Stück zu berühren. 
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 Nachdem meine Femdom fertig war, musste ich sie sauber lecken und durfte dabei ihren herrlichen Geschmack kosten. Doch schon nach kurzer Zeit, trat sie mich wieder weg und zwang mich, mich vollkommen still in die Ecke zu stellen, während sie mit ihrer Freundin telefonierte und über mich lästerte. Lucy wusste genau was ich brauchte und ich liebte die Sessions mit ihr. Nach einer gefühlten Ewigkeit durfte ich wieder zu ihr treten und sie spielte mit dem Buttplug, der noch immer in mir steckte. 
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 Erneut rollte eine Welle der Erregung durch mich und ich konnte mich kaum beherrschen. Als Lucy dann auch noch eine Feder zur Hand nahm und durch den Keuschheitsgürtel hindurch meinen Schwanz damit berührte, war ich vollkommen hilflos. Tränen traten mir in die Augen und ich hatte noch nie in meinem Leben so etwas Geiles erlebt. Meine Herrin Lucy schien Mitleid mit mir zu haben und befreite mich nach knapp drei Stunden von dem Harness. 
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 Ich musste mich ein letztes Mal vor sie knien und mir meine Latte wichsen. Exakt auf ihr Kommando hin durfte ich kommen und was soll ich sagen. Es war der beste und intensivste Orgasmus, den ich je hatte.  Die Sache mit dem Keuschheitsgürtel war echt der Hammer. Die nächste Session in zwei Wochen konnte ich kaum erwarten. 
 
 
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                            <updated>2022-04-01T05:00:00+02:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Strapon Stories: Twisted worlds</title>
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                                            &quot;Nadja, get on your knees and suck my cock!&quot; Sergei said to me at least once a week and I hated it! He was so unkempt! Sergei never paid attention to what he ate and drank. He didn&#039;t think much of personal hygiene. So he would stick his sweaty little cock out at me...
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                 &quot;Nadja, get on your knees and suck my cock!&quot; Sergei said to me at least once a week and I hated it! He was so unkempt! Sergei never paid attention to what he ate and drank. He didn&#039;t think much of personal hygiene. 
 So he stuck his sweaty little cock out at me and expected me to enjoy it. Did I enjoy it? NO! But I did enjoy the idea of taking Sergei into twisted worlds. 
 New friends 
 Secretly, when Sergei was in the pub for a while, I met up with three women I&#039;d met online. I had already written to them weeks before and planned everything in detail. I discovered the girls in a fetish forum that was all about strapon dildos. 
 Some of the ladies on the platform were lesbians who couldn&#039;t do without a cock, even if it was just an artificial one. But there were also women in the forum who didn&#039;t have lesbian airs and graces, but who liked to seduce their men with strap-on dildos. That&#039;s exactly what I wanted to do with Sergej!     &quot;You have to relax him first, give him a massage and move to his bottom, feel your way there with lots of massage oil and let your finger disappear a little way into his butt. He&#039;ll love it,&quot; Melanie explained to me. She assured me that he would want more and more. And so I easily get him to wash and groom himself again. So I can simply fuck the unpleasant Sergej away!    After the meeting with the girls, I had a lubricant, a prostate massager and a strap-on dildo in my rucksack. All gifts from my new girlfriends. So tonight I was ready to get started with anal seduction. 
 The anal seduction 
 As recommended by Melanie, I gave Sergej a sensual massage that same evening and, as promised, he enjoyed it to the end! He enjoyed it so much that he splashed the whole bed sheet with his juice. He didn&#039;t know whether to be happy or angry. Well, I asked him if he was completely satisfied and he could only answer in the affirmative. I changed the sheets and offered him the chance to do this more often, but only after he had showered.    The next morning I heard him whistling a cheerful little song in the shower. I took this opportunity and tied the strapon around me. It was to be our first strapon fuck! What a great feeling to be able to exercise this power. He was completely helpless with his face against the shower wall while I penetrated him deeply with my hard rubber cock and thrust hard. Again and again until he is almost screaming with lust and horniness. 
 strapon blowjob 
 From then on, he was the one being fucked and no longer me. Sergej is a rough man who sometimes hits out when something doesn&#039;t suit him. But with my anal seduction skills, I made him submissive and more than just tame. I dominated him! And now I was the one who said at least once a week: &quot;Sergei, get on your knees and suck my cock!&quot; 
 And he obeyed! It was a wonderful feeling to see him struggling with the gag reflex as he forced his cock deep down his throat. That smacking, gurgling sound, that greedy and at the same time helpless, pleading look in his eyes. Now I know why he always enjoyed looking at me while I was blowing him. The strapon blowjob became a great hobby for both of us. 
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 The strapon meeting 
 Of course, I was still in contact with my new chat friends. They suggested a real strapon meeting where we could exchange ideas. Everyone could share their own&amp;nbsp; pegging stories  and how they do it. I suggested that I could bring Sergej with me. 
 That way we could all develop a common strapon story. I would be willing to pass my Sergej around a bit. Of course I asked my guy, who had now become my little lap dog. He was looking forward to the meeting and jumped straight into the shower to wash himself.   We had upgraded our bathroom a bit in the meantime. Among other things, we had a nice anal shower hanging in the cubicle, which Sergej used before my great strapon dildo disappeared up his ass.     The strap-on meeting went very well and didn&#039;t even need many words. We met in an empty little club that used to belong to one of the girls. She still had a key to the premises, which was just perfect for our great intimate meeting.   With a few simple steps, we got Sergej naked. He stood in front of us, completely naked, with a slightly erect, swaying member. He was so keen on us and asked if he could fuck one of the ladies. We all had to laugh heartily because we all agreed. Sergei was the one being fucked and not the other way around. 
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                            <updated>2022-03-26T12:00:00+01:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Spanking stories: He spanks me and I love it!</title>
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                                            The shackles are put on You like spanking stories? Then you will love my life, because my life is one spanking story! Yes right, I like to get my ass full! Who can claim to get spankings from their man and love it too? I can!
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                 You like spanking stories? Then you will love my life, because my life is one spanking story! Yes that&#039;s right, I like to get my ass spanked! Who can claim to get spanked by their man and love it too? I can! 
 The first time 
 Actually, I had a very normal life with a very normal partner by my side. The sex was always vanilla, that is, quite normal. It was nice but, over the years, I realized that I was missing a little peppiness. The everyday life was dull and gray, I wanted to be able to enjoy at least in bed some fire. It came as it had to come, I separated from my partner.     Sometimes another man was to blame for the separation. He got on the train every morning at the same station as I did. At some point he began to greet me and we always sat down in the same seats. One day he asked if he could invite me for coffee. I agreed and accompanied him. The coffee was to be at his home. I was excited and loved having the courage to just say yes.    We didn&#039;t get much further than behind the apartment door. Hanging right behind the entrance was a huge arsenal of floggers, paddles and whips. At first I was shocked, but at the same time I had to smile a bit. The man, who was obviously a complete stranger to me, took a flogger from the wall and asked if I would like to try it out. 
 What did I have to lose? I agreed! So I experienced my first time spanking! But of course in a gentle way. Finally, he did not want to scare me.     He put me still in the hallway against the wall, undressed me and I stood with naked back in front of him. The flogger consisted of many soft, almost lint-like, welts. The tassel stroked gently tickling my back. Down and up, down and up, down again to the buttocks. 
 At the buttocks the flogger tickled particularly strongly. Then the stranger pulled out and slapped me the thing on my shapely buttocks. First left, then right. Wow! It was like an explosion. First the gentle tickle, then the sudden, unexpected slap, followed by a slight pain.     It made me so insanely hot that I now wanted this guy so badly. I let him take me on the spot, and then I pushed a second number in his bed.  Oh man, the best coffee in the world ... 
 Getting to know and trying out 
 Only afterwards we exchanged names. His name is André. Oh, in case you&#039;re interested, my name is Mandy. In the meantime André and I are married. But before that we had a nice time getting to know each other and trying things out. I got to know every single piece that was hanging on his slave wall. I became his slave, piece by piece, almost unnoticed. 
 Well, at least he thought I didn&#039;t notice so much. At the same time, I was just very happy to fit into this role. I wanted to experience more spanking stories and enjoyed my entry into the BDSM world.    From the flogger we switch to a paddle after a few times. Great what a difference it makes in what you get your butt filled with! Last but not least, I got to know the whip, which really has it in it. For days I could not sit or lie properly. It was a very hard number, but still somehow beautiful.     In addition, there were various bondage games. My André has a wonderful way to tie up and knot artistically. He puts my athletic body in positions that I had no idea were possible. 
 He took photos and videos of all side. Me with bruised breasts tied up like a gift package, yet open to be used. I began to live my true dream. 
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 Wedding and a life together 
 Our wedding was very beautiful. We got married in the registry office and celebrated in a BDSM club with a sex stage. Here we pushed a horny number in front of all the guests, so he could show everyone what he now owned! Our wedding night was definitely different than all the others!    By now I am aware of all the possible positions in which you can be tied up. And yes, so slowly we run out of new percussion instruments, but we know how to use the old familiar again and again. I am a slave and André is my sugary creative master!    For me there is nothing more intimate and loving to feel than the strokes with the paddle, the flogger, the crop or even with a great bullwhip whip. Each stroke is full of love and affection. It is a beautiful pain that my husband and I share. When I stand helpless and naked in front of him. 
 I see him lunge and I can already hear the whoosh of air, I get goosebumps and look forward to the collision with the object. The actual sex is a minor matter with us and runs partly even really cuddly. That, what connects us much more, is the spanking itself. 
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                            <updated>2022-03-18T08:45:00+01:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Feminization history: Forced feminization by my dominatrix</title>
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                                            When my dominatrix called me her sissy for the first time, I had no idea what was in store for me. But that was to change very quickly. Read for yourself the story of how my mistress carefully and consistently introduced me to the female world of eroticism.
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                 The beginning of the feminization story 
 I had been naked in front of my mistress for several minutes. She examined me from all sides and seemed to be thinking about something. I was getting more and more nervous. Not least because I&#039;d had to wear a Chastity cage for ten days and hadn&#039;t had an orgasm since. My mistress was training me in abstinence and I had to accept that for better or worse. 
 &quot;You&#039;re going to shave,&quot; my mistress interrupted the silence. I looked down at myself in confusion. &quot;Not just your cock, slave. You won&#039;t have any hair below your neck. You&#039;ll shave your chest, legs, arms and hands by tomorrow. I&#039;ll check that.&quot; 
 I nodded and panicked, wondering if there was enough shaving foam left at home. &quot;When you&#039;ve done that, you can jerk off tonight as a reward.&quot; She opened the Chastity cage and freed my penis, which immediately became hard. 
 The path to womanhood 
 The next day, I presented my shaved body to my mistress. Apart from two small scratches, there were no bloody spots from the shave. She nodded approvingly and threw something at me, which I reflexively caught. I opened my hand and was surprised to discover that it was a pair of women&#039;s briefs. Gray silk, with erotic lace. What should I do with them? Smell it? Pull it over my head? 
 [Emotion emotion_id=&quot;397&quot; ] &quot;Put this on.&quot; My mistress pulled out two boots with high heels. &quot;These too. I can&#039;t wait to see how you walk in them.&quot; I awkwardly slipped the panties on and put the boots on. My feet protested because of the unfamiliar position and threatened to cramp. I carefully took a step forward, lost my balance and almost fell over lengthways. 
 &quot;That wasn&#039;t very erotic.&quot; A cold laugh rang out. &quot;Practice, practice, practice. By next week, you&#039;ll be able to move easily and sexily in your boots, do you hear me?&quot; I nodded again, still trying to keep my footing. 
 &quot;Do you like blonde?&quot; She tossed a wig at my feet. &quot;Put this on.&quot; I quickly did as instructed. I felt strange and helpless, but my cock was throbbing with excitement. My mistress had also noticed this and took it as confirmation of her actions. 
 Something flew at my feet again. This time it was a red powder compact. &quot;Make up your cheeks,&quot; my mistress instructed me. I fiddled with the cap with trembling fingers until the jar almost fell out of my hand. Some of the powder landed on the floor. I quickly spread some of it over my face. 
 My mistress laughed. &quot;You&#039;ll have to practise that too, preferably in front of a mirror.&quot; She looked down at the floor. &quot;Lick that clean.&quot; After completing the task, she looked at me with her penetrating eyes. &quot;If your forced feminization is successful in a week, a reward awaits you.&quot; My mistress had a strapon in her hand and held it in front of my face. &quot;But it&#039;s only for good sissies.&quot; 
 
 
  Feminization &amp;amp; forced feminization: suitable toys &amp;amp; clothing  
 
  Chastity cages  - for long waits, pleasure control and training by your dominatrix. 
 Feminine lingerie &amp;amp; suspenders - lace, satin &amp;amp; sexy lingerie that perfectly emphasize your sissy look. 
 High heels &amp;amp; boots - ideal for gait training, humiliation and crossdresser role play. 
 Wigs &amp;amp; make-up - for a complete transformation into a submissive sissy. 
 Strap-on &amp;amp; harness - if your reward at the end consists of intense pegging. 
  Anal-Lubricant  - makes the reward fuck deeper, more intense and much more enjoyable. 
 
 With the right toys, you can relive your own feminization story step by step. 
 
 On the test bench 
 For a whole week, I had spent every free minute in my boots. After my stance was finally solidified, I even watched videos on YouTube where you are taught sexy dance moves. I had also watched enough make-up tutorials. 
 I wanted to impress my mistress at all costs. If that meant becoming the horniest transsexual bastard on the planet, that&#039;s exactly what I wanted to do.  So now I finally stood in front of her again and asked for music. She did me the favor and I got started. Okay, my striptease was certainly no masterpiece and any woman can do it better than me. But my mistress still seemed to like it. Maybe she just felt sorry for a little slave. 
 In any case, her hands kept going back to the already strapped strapon and touching it. It was as if my mistress was jerking off to my dance. I was so proud. Arousing my dominatrix sexually was the greatest thing I could have imagined. 
 The reward fuck 
 &quot;Stop!&quot; The word made me freeze in mid-movement. My mistress had her hand on the strapon and was wanking it as if it was a real cock. &quot;Take your clothes off, go to the floor pillory and make sure your ass is nice and high.&quot; 
 By now I was so aroused myself that I literally tore my clothes off and fell to the floor. I waited in a commanding position until she approached me from behind. Something wet and gooey was squirted onto my bottom and spread around my rosette. It must have been lube. 
 Then two hands grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Something huge was thrust painfully into my ass and I groaned. &quot;Congratulations, slave. I am satisfied with your feminization.&quot; 
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                            <updated>2022-03-16T12:00:00+01:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Golden shower stories: The golden shower of my mistress</title>
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                                            As my mistress&#039;s slave, I had tasted blood from the very first moment. My very first Facesitting had already made me so horny that Lady Svea had to work my best piece with the whip. Otherwise I would have cum far too soon and I wasn&#039;t allowed to do that.
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                 I have already told you about my divine mistress Lady Svea and her fondness for Facesitting. But the story continues. Like any good mistress, she is always working to expand the boundaries of her slaves. This is also the case with me. There are many golden shower stories, but this is an account of my own experiences. 
 Facesitting in all variations 
 As my mistress&#039;s slave, I tasted blood from the very first moment. My very first Facesitting had already made me so horny that Lady Svea had to whip my best piece. Otherwise I would have cum far too early and I wasn&#039;t allowed to do that.  After the session, she ordered me to kneel down and threw me a Masturbator. If I managed to bring myself to orgasm within two minutes, I would be allowed to feel her bottom on my face every week in future. 
   &quot;That&#039;s a good boy,&quot; she acknowledged the timely completion of the task. &quot;As an obedient slave, you can enjoy my golden shower games next time.&quot;  I was surprised. Until now, I had had nothing to do with a golden shower fetish. But after all, Lady Svea was my mistress and knew what was good for me. I closed my eyes and nodded. 
 My first golden shower sex 
 A week had finally passed and another audience with Lady Svea was imminent. As ordered, I wore my fishnet shirt and black pants that day. Once again, I couldn&#039;t keep still in anticipation and paced up and down the room. My mistress knew how to make me squirm.  Lady Svea called me in and I entered the playroom. As always, the entire room was filled with the aura of this woman of the gods. Lady Svea had her red hair tied back in a tight ponytail. She was wearing a high-necked latex shirt and, as always, her legs and feet were uncovered. 
   As a good puppy should, I crawled back to my mistress and licked her feet. After caressing her soles sufficiently, she took me to the floor pillory, which I already knew from my last visit. Somewhat nervously, I positioned myself on it and opened my mouth.  Lady Svea snorted. &quot;Do you think I&#039;m going to make it that easy for you?&quot; Her eyes flitted over my body. &quot;Get naked.&quot;  I quickly freed myself from my clothes. My mistress didn&#039;t like to wait. 
   &quot;Now that I have something to look at, I want you to have something to look at too.&quot; With an erotic sway of her hips, Lady Svea placed her hands on her groin and began to push her latex shirt up.  &quot;No, wait. I&#039;ve changed my mind.&quot; She grinned that nasty, sadistic smile and pushed her shirt back down. Suddenly she held a blindfold in her hands and pulled it over my face. 
 Suddenly everything around me went black.  &quot;Did you want to see me naked?&quot; Her voice was very close to my ear, followed by a mischievous giggle. &quot;That&#039;s not going to happen. But don&#039;t worry, my little slave piggy. You won&#039;t miss out.&quot;  I heard her take off her latex shirt. Or was I just imagining it in my lust? The idea of this woman of the gods standing naked in front of me within my grasp was almost too much for me. 
   A warm liquid hit my stomach. Moist and exciting, the jet poured down to the deeper regions of my body. My member had become so erect that it almost threatened to explode. Finally, the first drop of pee landed on my glans. Up to this point, I thought I had already experienced a lot. But this wonderful, erotic feeling had been denied to me so far. I groaned and, despite my best efforts, could no longer lie still. My whole body was writhing with excitement and stretched out towards the trickle of this highly erotic liquid. 
   &quot;You&#039;re clearly having too much fun.&quot; One by one, clamps were placed on my nipples and twisted slightly. The pain was bittersweet. Now the golden liquid hit my breast and continued upwards. Without being able to think clearly, I opened my mouth as wide as I could. I desperately wanted to taste some of this sweet nectar. What felt so breathtaking could only taste heavenly. 
   But Lady Svea made me squirm. The trickle stopped just before my chin and I waited in vain for more. Her sadistic laugh sounded so beautiful. Fingernails ran down my chest and caused a painfully pleasurable shiver. With a firm grip, she grabbed my testicles and cradled them in her hand.  &quot;Well, my dear slave. It looks like I&#039;ve got you by the balls.&quot; 
   Unable to speak, I nodded vigorously. I enjoyed her cold-blooded finger play.  &quot;Good girl.&quot; She stroked my head. &quot;Now open your mouth.&quot; 
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                            <updated>2022-03-11T12:00:00+01:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Facesitting Stories: My mistress favorite place</title>
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                                            The shackles are put on For the umpteenth time, I paced back and forth in the small room. I was just too nervous to sit still. My stomach was cramping in a pleasant way, a layer of sweat had formed on my back. I had been in this state since last night. Around 19:00 my phone ha...
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                 The nervous waiting 
 For the umpteenth time, I paced back and forth in the small room. I was just too nervous to sit still. My stomach was cramping in a pleasant way, a layer of sweat had formed on my back. I had been in this state since last night.  Around 19:00 my phone had rung. I could not believe my ears. 
 Mistress Svea 
 It was the lovely voice of my mistress Svea. Unbelievable that I was so unexpectedly granted the honor to listen to her voice. I immediately assumed my posture and asked about her desire. Svea ordered me to visit her at her domicile the following day. 
 I was to wear my slave clothes and be ready to obey her every command unconditionally. She spoke the last sentence with a dangerous undertone. I had to swallow. After my last offense, Lady Svea had made me wear a Chastity cage for a whole week. 
 [Emotion emotion_id=&quot;374&quot; ]  So now I was pacing up and down in her little waiting area for what felt like the hundredth time. Gradually it was getting chilly. Except for the harness, I was not wearing any clothes. My fear sweat provided additionally for cold. 
 The audience with my mistress 
 Finally I heard her voice ordering me to enter. I opened the door to her playroom, took two steps inside and stood rooted to the spot.  Before me stood Lady Svea in all her divinity. Her long, red hair fell to her waist. The piercing look of her ice blue eyes was enhanced by kohl. Her erotic mouth was traced with red lipstick. 
 She wore a tight-fitting latex body as well as matching gloves. Her feet as well as her erotic legs were unclothed as always.  &quot;Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to greet your mistress properly?&quot; Her voice sounded so delightful. Her contemptuous tone was music to my ears. 
   &quot;Woof.&quot; I got down on all fours and crawled toward her with my head down. I finally reached her and pressed my forehead to her divine feet. It felt so good to finally be near her again, I could have cried with joy. I kissed her feet, took each toe in my mouth, massaged the balls of her feet and licked her soles.  &quot;That&#039;s a good boy, my slave.&quot; Lady Svea withdrew her feet from me. &quot;Today we are going to try something new. I want to sit and your face is the appropriate place for it.&quot;   I had a lump in my throat. While I knew some Facesitting stories and had read several testimonials, I had never tried it myself. However, she was my mistress and knew what was good for me. As submissively as possible, I looked up at her and nodded. 
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 My first Facesitting 
 Lady Svea turned around and went to the back of the room. As she did so, she lightly tapped her thigh twice. That was the sign that I was allowed to follow her. I crawled behind her and this time I risked a look. Her adorable butt looked just magnificent in the latex bodysuit. 
 The sight of this buttocks had a hypnotic effect. Would I actually be allowed to feel this piece of feminine perfection on my own skin? Would I be able to keep my tongue under control?  Svea stopped in front of a floor pillar covered with black leather and waited until I reached the spot as well. She then ordered me to get on my knees in front of her. 
   Her slap made my head spin around. &quot;If you stare at my ass one more time without an order, I&#039;ll let another slave feel my ass on his face. You worm seems to forget that there are a lot of mirrors around here.&quot;  I stammered an apology. That I could not hide anything from my mistress should have been clear to me before. 
 Lady Svea squatted in front of me, put a collar on me and reached for the ring attached to the front. With a strength that one would not expect from her petite body, she pulled me to her until our lips almost touched. For a moment she savored my longing.  &quot;Lie on the pillory, face up.&quot; She pushed me away and I got myself into the commanded position as quickly as possible.   Lady Svea positioned herself over me so that her divine legs were only inches from my head. Torturously slowly her knees bent and her magnificent ass came closer and closer to my face.  Suddenly Lady Svea paused in her movement. My mistress knew how to make me suffer. The incredibly erotic sight right before my eyes I was again condemned to wait. 
 The gift of my mistress 
 The fingers of her right hand reached between her legs and released the clasp of the bodysuit. With an incredibly sexy swing of her hips, she pulled the bodysuit up and I admired her thong up close.  Then I felt her skin on mine. Cool at first, but very pleasant. Her wonderful ass stroked my cheeks, nudged my nose and tickled my eyebrows. 
 Lady Svea shifted her weight and the pleasant pressure on my face grew. Finally, I heard a short moan. My mistress had fully seated herself. I could have moaned as well, though for different reasons. I had never been so close, so united with my mistress. Her divine ass was emblazoned on my face. 
 My nose was in close proximity to her anus, my tongue not far from her Venus cleft. I was hornier than I had ever been in my life.  For a brief moment of shock, I wondered if Lady Svea wanted to use her anus for other things. But even for that I would have been ready. Everything for the mistress. Always. Permanently. For life. 
 Never again without Facesitting 
 &amp;nbsp;Since this experience, I can no longer do without. I have always been a slave to Lady Svea, but this feeling that her ass conjures up on my face is simply out of this world. By the way, my mistress has officially given me the title of &quot;favorite place&quot;, which I am very proud of.  There are many stories about Facesitting and I can only recommend it to everyone. Try it out at least once. 
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                            <updated>2022-03-10T12:00:00+01:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">BDSM Stories: From mistress to slave</title>
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                                            I am Hera, yes of course this is not my real name, but what does this concern you?! I rule over all of you and you are only my slaves. Bound by my beautiful face, I can and will do whatever I want with you. You want to resist me? Do it and I will punish you!!!!
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                 I am Hera, yes of course this is not my real name, but what does this concern you?! I rule over all of you and you are only my slaves. Bound by my beautiful face, I can and will do whatever I want with you. You want to resist me? Do it and I will punish you!!!! 
 Mistress with body and soul 
 I am a mistress with body and soul. I would like to have power over all the people in this world. However, in reality, I can only make a small part of humanity my slaves and slave girls. Namely those who enter my BDSM studio. 
 I could share the wildest stories about my work, as a mistress, with you. But actually I would like to reveal here only a very specific story. A story that shows that even the strongest person can be enslaved. 
 I get to know my master 
 It was a pleasant spring day. My day actually started at 9 a.m., which is very early for me. I prefer to work at night. That&#039;s when the men are at their horniest and I&#039;m at my best. But now came a special customer request. 
 Someone wanted a morning session in my studio. He wanted to start punctually at 10 o&#039;clock, with bondage games, whipping and Co. He even asked explicitly for a bondage board. Since I am well equipped, I have such a thing of course in the studio ready. 
 In addition, I offered him bondage ropes for special experiences. He liked it. He is already looking forward to the visit with me, he said. I just thought to myself, yes on the phone you still think I&#039;m nice and fulfill all your wishes. But once you are in my BDSM studio, you dance exclusively to my whistle!   Oh I love it so much to oppress people. To me come men and women alike who love to be treated as little sissy. Often they even cry while doing it and yet they are so aroused that they can&#039;t find an end. And I enjoy every second of it.     Now the time had come, the man should step through the door any moment. The sun was so unfavorable that it blinded me as I looked toward the door. I caught sight of nothing but a great wide shadow. I heard heavy footsteps and a deep voice wished me a good morning. 
 This voice sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. So masculine, so deep, so hot! I asked him to come closer, and finally step out of that damn sun. I wanted to see all of him!   My breath caught for the first time in my life. 
 A strapping guy of 6&#039;2&quot; with a neat haircut, mottled gray hair, neatly trimmed beard and mega broad shoulders stood before me. He was maybe in his mid 40&#039;s, maybe late 40&#039;s. It was hard to guess as he seemed to keep very fit with exercise. His white shirt was tight and every muscle showed underneath. 
 His jeans also indicated that he was well endowed. This man was going to let me oppress him?! I hardly dared to ask him onto the bondage board. I drank a sip first to regain my voice. I also offered him something and he accepted it gratefully. 
 Let the role reversal begin 
 Let&#039;s go to the studio he murmured to me and directed me to my own studio. I began to sweat and did not know what happened to me. Instead of the self-confident Hera, I was now a helpless girl, stuttering stupidly to myself. 
 Get on your knees and undo my pants, the male deep voice said to me. And what did I do? I obeyed! There was nothing I could do about it. I knelt in front of him and opened his jeans. A taut member throbbed towards me and literally demanded that I take it into my mouth. 
 But when I started to do so, he hit me hard in the face and pushed me to the floor. I wanted to rebel, but there he already grabbed the whip that hung on the wall and raised it threateningly above me. I cowered like a beaten puppy. But I was not afraid. On the contrary, the power of this unknown man caused undreamt-of fires to flare up in me. I waited anxiously to see what he would do to me.     From now on you are my slave. Your time as ruler is over, from now on I take over this store and also you! &quot;Yes master,&quot; I confirmed him. He put down the whip without having used it. However, he looked at the wall with the complete selection of whipping devices. 
 A throaty laugh escaped him as he reached for the peeled cane with latex cover. I was the one who now had to get on the bondage board after I had to undress in front of him. Shame I did not know until then, because I actually look quite horny. But this Mr. Perfect did something to me. 
 I felt small, ugly and useless. Moreover, I longed to feel his body and take his punishments.     A whole morning passed with him doing whatever he wanted to me. I was now tester of my almost complete equipment. Starting with various crops and whips, to the anal hook, shackles, collar and Co, he did things to me that I had only ever done to others. 
 Now I knew why they enjoyed it so much. To be so submissively at someone&#039;s disposal is a fulfillment. I went from mistress to slave. 
 United in an unusual way 
 The man did not remain a one-time customer, if he could be called a customer at all. He is now mine. Every single one of his muscles is mine. I may and can feel him whenever I want. However, I am always the one to be enslaved. 
 We share the studio in the meantime. We take turns with our clients and sometimes we do sessions together. Our business is booming. And after work, we enjoy ourselves in our own studio. But today I have special plans with him. 
 The first magic is gone and I become myself again. Here returns and he will feel this today. It is time that the master becomes a slave! 
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                            <updated>2021-09-04T10:00:00+02:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Dominatrix Stories: As a dominatrix every day is different</title>
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                                            As Mistress Catherine, I pursue my profession as a dominatrix six days a week. In my professional field, every day is experienced anew. It is never the same. My life could not be more varied. I have been doing my job for several years and have many stories to tell. A few of th...
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                 As Mistress Catherine, I pursue my profession as a dominatrix six days a week. In my professional field, every day is experienced anew. It is never the same. My life could not be more varied. I have been doing my job for several years and have many stories to tell. I would like to share a few of them with you. 
  My slave at the St. Andrew&#039;s cross 
 Two of my walls are adorned with a St. Andrew&#039;s cross. It enhances my studio enormously and makes my slaves so really hot. I have a regular customer who comes to me once a week just so I can tie him up to the  St. Andrew  &#039;s cross. Of course, I can then do anything I want with him. I also like to use some unusual things. 
  Whip, crop  and co. stay in the closet. I prefer to use a ball stretcher or a dilator on the St. Andrew&#039;s cross. The ball stretcher constricts the testicle, pulling it down with its weight. A slight pulling pain runs through the man, who can do nothing about it. With the  dilator , I penetrate his urethra. I stretch it, provide a burning pain that makes the later orgasm even more intense. 
  On your knees you dog! 
  Petplay  is a fetish that is also part of my everyday life. However, I am not the animal here, but rather the tamer! The man comes in as a real guy to me, to then become a whimpering dog. I put a tight collar on him, get out a leather leash and force him to his knees. Well, I like him even better on all four &quot;paws&quot;! He squats in front of me, looks at me with his faithful brown eyes.   
 A quiet whimper escapes from him when I hit him with the leash. I swing wide and slam the leather down hard on his back. Hey, hey! Something is bothering me about my dog! Oh yeah, my dog doesn&#039;t have a tail yet! In no time at all, that gets changed. I pull out a Petplay anal plug with a dog tail. I force my Wauwau to stretch his ass and ram him the toy in the back. 
 That&#039;s better, I like my pet like that. Now it&#039;s time to educate the whimpering puppy. I give commands. If he does not obey them, he gets to feel the leash. I also like to kick him with pointed shoes. He should lick my feet or he will feel my wrath. I give many orders and punish harshly. But then this naughty mutt just comes! Next time he will have to suffer more violently. Maybe I&#039;ll just give him a  penis cage ! 
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 Bondage and whippings 
 I experience a lot of fancy things as fetishes continue to evolve. But even the classic SM games do not go down with me. I tie up my subs and whip them. I own riding crops, whips, paddles and co. Most men who come to me want exactly that! They want to crawl on the floor and be beaten. 
 So they can&#039;t fight back or escape, they are tied up. Their feet are tied tightly together, their hands are tied behind their backs. Pleadingly the respective man looks at me. But he does not beg for mercy. I should not stop, no I should continue! In the meantime I even have a  punishment buck  in my studio. The man is tied up tightly and I can go on with him diligently.   [emotion emotion_id=&quot;392&quot; ] 
 I take you like a man 
 Strapped to the punishment rack you squat there. You can&#039;t see what I&#039;m doing, but you feel it all the more. I have a strap-on dildo around. I caress your buttocks and feel my way to your anus. I inject you diligently lubricant in your butt crack and distribute it with my dildo. 
 I feel how you hold your breath. You wait for me to penetrate you, that I take you like a man! Ha, you&#039;d like that! Forget it! You will have to beg and plead. I let go of your ass and put a cage around your penis. I massage your testicles, see how your penis wants to grow, but can not. 
 Only now I penetrate without much warning behind and take you right through! So much you want to come and allow your penis to grow. I understand that and have a little pity. I loosen the cage and milk your best piece. 
 A woman as a regular customer 
 You will hardly believe it, but I as a  dominatrix  even have a woman as a regular customer. There are often ladies who come to me who just want to try something. But this young lady came to me with a special wish. She loves to be in respiratory distress. I may choke her while I work on her with the vibrator.   [emotion emotion_id=&quot;413&quot; ] 
 I can put her in latex masks and hold her mouth and nose until she almost starts twitching. It makes her so wild, so hot and really wet! Even me as a trained dominatrix makes this really on! 
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                            <updated>2021-08-24T10:00:00+02:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">BDSM Stories: Whipped by new neighbor - And it felt so good</title>
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                                            I loved living in the center of Cologne and my apartment in the middle of all the hustle and bustle and all the different people was like a secret retreat for me. From my balcony I could watch people in the cafes and while shopping and enjoyed the hustle and bustle around me
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                 I loved living in the center of Cologne and my apartment in the middle of all the hustle and bustle and all the different people was like a secret retreat for me. From my balcony I could watch people in the cafes and while shopping and enjoyed the hustle and bustle around me. 
 Lately, though, during my little time out on the balcony, I couldn&#039;t take my eyes off of one particular person. A new tenant had recently moved into the apartment next to me and my goodness was this man hot. 
 Every morning before he left for work, the well-toned guy would go for a run and then, to my great delight, do a few push-ups on a small ledge in front of our door. Coincidentally, I was always drinking the first coffee of the day on the balcony at that time.    On weekends, the man next door always had women over, and always exquisitely beautiful women. I had never seen the same woman come by his house twice. Sighing, I broke away from my daydreams, slipped into my jacket and grabbed the garbage bag that was already waiting for me in the hallway. Tomorrow the garbage pickup was supposed to come and I was going to get an ice cream from the kiosk across the street anyway. 
 An unexpected invitation 
 Lost in thought, I strolled through the hallway and was just thinking about what kind of ice cream I should treat myself to, when my head bumped rudely against a hard obstacle. Surprised, I looked up to find my head pressed against the hard chest of my sharp neighbor. 
 Immediately I stammered an apology and turned bright red. &quot;How embarrassing!&quot; Why couldn&#039;t I watch where I was running. With a smug smile, the neighbor looked down at me and introduced himself as Tim. He took the garbage bag from my hand and threw it into the garbage can with a flourish. 
 Friendly, Tim invited me to his apartment for a cold drink and, despite my excuses, insisted that I accompany him. Without quite knowing what happened to me, I suddenly found myself on Tim&#039;s comfortable couch, sipping a cold and tingly Coke. 
 I felt like a virgin guilt girl, sitting like this in Tim&#039;s living room, pining over him. &quot;Would you like a tour of my apartment?&quot; he asked me with raised eyebrows, looking seriously into my face. 
 I nodded silently and was led through his tasteful kitchen, his high-end furnished bedroom and finally his so-called &quot;playroom&quot;. I felt a bit like I was in a trashy novel for young women when I entered the room full of crops, whips, a real cage and an Adreas cross. 
 On the dark shelves on the wall one dildo and anal plug lined up after the next and chains, rods and mouth gags hung everywhere.   I must have stood there with my mouth open, because Tim smiled cheekily at me and asked me if I had ever had any experience with the subject of BDSM. 
 While I shook my head, Tim let his gaze glide very slowly and provocatively over my body. &quot;I could think of so many things I could do to you. You are quite an attractive woman.&quot; I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest and nervously nibbled on my lower lip. 
 &quot;I&#039;ll still be very gentle with you for now, too,&quot; he joked, walking around me once slowly. &quot;But it&#039;s entirely your decision, of course&quot;. I was torn, but with a quick sideways glance at Tim I really felt like trying something new. 
 The guy just looked so damn good and the topic of BDSM had always appealed to me. I said loud and clear &quot;Yes&quot; and went into Tim&#039;s expert hands. 
 The lesson begins 
 First Tim instructed me to undress completely and to put aside any shame. This was anything but easy for me. I actually liked my body, but standing naked in front of a stranger was quite an accomplishment. &quot;I want you to see yourself with my eyes,&quot; Tim said to me now and pushed me in front of a big mirror. 
 There he made me stand for a while and forced me to look at myself. This was a subtle kind of &quot;torture&quot;, I thought to myself, and I was already thinking about stopping the experiment. But somehow Tim&#039;s approach also totally turned me on. Tim now stepped behind me and put a neck cuff on me, which was connected with a leash. 
 I felt a little like a little dog on a chain, but found it extremely erotic to give up control completely. Silently, Tim pointed to the floor and I immediately got down on my knees. Tim walked a few steps and I followed him on all fours. Arriving at a huge pillow Tim asked me to bend over the pillow and stretch my ass towards him. 
 I was incredibly excited and realized how wet I was already. And that, although Tim had not even touched me. My neighbor stood behind me and let an elegant crop bang into his palm. Gently he stroked my ass and loosened it up with a few light pats so that it was well supplied with blood. 
 I could hardly breathe with excitement and waited trembling for the first blow. When it came, I was not prepared for the sweet pain that flooded me. I never thought I could enjoy it so much, but I screamed my pain and pleasure out loud. I watched Tim&#039;s eyes grow wide and his best piece pressed up against his jeans. 
 My reaction to the crop seemed to turn him on quite a bit too. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but Tim just shook his head silently. 
 A short fuck at the end 
 I was almost disappointed when the beating suddenly stopped and Tim forced me onto my back through the necklace and leash. &quot;Go ahead and do it some more,&quot; I begged Tim, as I had developed a taste for the spanking and the pain. 
 &quot;That&#039;s enough for your first session,&quot; Tim whispered to me. &quot;Your body needs to get used to the spanking first. Besides, I can&#039;t wait to be inside you&quot;. Impatiently, Tim slipped on a condom and roughly spread my thighs. 
 Hard Tim penetrated me and was visibly pleased with my wet and tight pussy. Quickly we fell into the same rhythm and Tim fucked me hard and fast. It was exactly what I needed right now. 
 We clung to each other as we came and Tim gave me a little slap just before we climaxed together. I had really never come that fast before.   Tim and I agreed that we would play together more often now. I could hardly wait. 
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                            <updated>2021-06-10T12:00:00+02:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">BDSM Stories: The Professor</title>
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                                            It was already late in the evening and the university institute was almost deserted. Everything was quiet and deserted. But a strange noise from one of the offices caught my attention. I quietly walked to the end of the hallway and saw one of my professors from undergrad, who ...
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   The professor with the special inclinations   
 
 Tired, I dragged myself through the corridors of the university and could hardly wait to finally hand in my doctoral thesis next week. 
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 For months I had spent my time only at my desk and my private life was practically non-existent. I only got sexual satisfaction from my favorite vibrator and some porn from the internet. 
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 Lately, I was especially attracted to BDSM movies, even though I was an absolute beginner in this field. But just the thought of being dominated by a man made my nipples totally hard. 
   It was already late in the evening and the university institute was almost deserted. Everything lay quiet and deserted. But a strange noise from one of the offices caught my attention. I quietly walked to the end of the hallway and saw one of my professors from undergrad, who I had quite a crush on a few years ago. 
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 He seemed to have something like a riding crop in his hand, which he kept testing out and letting whiz down on his sofa. In front of him on the desk was a large box of all sorts of adult toys. From my position at the door, I could see handcuffs, shackles, strange rods and mouth gags. 
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 I wondered why the professor brought such things to the university and was absolutely fascinated. Images of me kneeling naked in front of the professor and him working my ass with his crop formed in my mind&#039;s eye, but I quickly tried to block them out. 
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 Just as I was about to turn around and go home, a small moan must have escaped me from all the hot daydreams. In the corner of my eye I noticed how the professor looked around startled and fixed me with his piercing blue eyes.    &quot;Frau König, how nice to see you still busy at this late hour,&quot; he said in an ice-cold voice, giving me a cool smile. Instead of bashfully hiding his toys, he kept tapping his crop into his palm, looking at me provocatively.    &quot;Do you like what you see?&quot; Now it was me who looked down at the ground bashfully. The professor walked up to me and put his hand under my chin. He lifted my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. 
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 &quot;Do you want to play with me a little?&quot; he asked me now in a soft and almost gentle voice. To my own surprise, I nodded and followed him into his office. 
 New horizons 
 
 Silently, we stood in front of each other and looked at each other. The professor circled me very slowly and let his hands glide down my hips, buttocks and thighs. 
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 I shivered slightly and enjoyed every single one of these feather-light touches. Very gently, the professor kissed me and it felt breathtaking. But after a short time he detached himself from me again and instructed me in a stern voice to undress completely. 
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 While I got out of my jeans, blouse and underwear, the stern look of my counterpart did not let me out of his eyes for a second. I was trembling slightly. On the one hand, because it was quite cold in the office and on the other hand, because I was so excited about what would happen next. 
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 The professor told me to bend over his desk and stick my ass out at him. He picked up a large iron-handled whip and slowly and gently slid it across my breasts and ass. &quot;Are you ready?&quot; he asked me very kindly. &quot;Please let me know if it gets too intense for you. 
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 After all, we both should like it&quot;. I appreciated his care, but couldn&#039;t wait to finally have my first BDSM experience. The big bulge in my professor&#039;s pants showed me that he was also pretty keen on our little game.    I wanted to reach for his hard boner, but my attempt was acknowledged with a little slap on my hands. &quot;You touch me only if I allow you to,&quot; he ruled me. Now the professor finally stood behind me and began stroking my outstretched ass, gently spanking it with the palm of his hand. 
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 I enjoyed these touches immensely and wanted more. First hesitantly and then with slightly increasing intensity, he now spanked my ass with his whip until I moaned loudly and squirmed on the desk. 
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 Again and again my master paused in between and reached through my legs from behind to push his fingers into my pussy. I felt that I was already totally wet and longed for the professor to push even more fingers into me. 
 The grand finale 
 
 Instead, my professor told me to lie down on the cold floor with my legs spread in the air. I was to remain in this position until he had put a black metal spreader bar on me. 
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 Now I could no longer close my legs and had to lie with them spread. Carefully, my playmate pushed a pillow under my ass and head and opened his pants. He stood behind my head and let his hard cock slide deep into my mouth. 
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 I had never had a latte so deep in my gullet and had to gag slightly and cry. Tenderly, the professor wiped away my tears, but didn&#039;t stop letting me feel his cock. I was totally into this hard blowjob, even though my body was signaling me otherwise. 
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 I just wanted my master to be satisfied with me and his horniness spurred me on even more. I didn&#039;t want to stop sucking his cock, but at some point the professor detached himself from me, moaning heavily. I could see that he was already absolutely horny and ready for an orgasm, just like me. 
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 He carried me along with the spreader bar to his sofa and immediately and without foreplay began to penetrate me deeply and hard. He fucked my mind out and made me forget everything around me for a moment. With his right hand he choked me very lightly while a terrific orgasm built up inside me. 
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 Like waves, the pleasure washed over me and I shook all over my body as I came with a loud moan. We looked firmly into each other&#039;s eyes during my climax and my professor&#039;s orgasm was also not long in coming. 
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 He quickly pulled his cock out of me and splashed on my tits with pleasure. Sighing contentedly, he looked at me and said &quot;I think this is the beginning of a wonderful fuck relationship&quot;. With which he should be right. 
 
 
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                            <updated>2021-05-12T05:30:00+02:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">BDSM Stories: Give it to me with all the whips there are!</title>
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                                            Oh please please, let me be your slave. With this thought in mind I get up almost every morning. I want to feel these strokes on naked skin, I like to feel the different textures. In addition, this slapping sound, the pleasant burning on the skin. It makes me so insanely hot!...
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                 Give it to me with all the whips there are! 
 Oh please please, let me be your slave. With this thought in my head I get up almost every morning. I want to feel those strokes on naked skin, I like to feel the different textures. In addition, this slapping sound, the pleasant burning on the skin. It makes me so insanely hot! 
 Hello stranger! 
 I am horny, I want sex! With whom is relatively unimportant to me. Yes, in fact I do not have a steady partner. It is very difficult to find a man who knows how to deal with a slave like me. Not everyone has BDSM on it. 
 Well, that&#039;s the story of my life, that I&#039;m always looking for someone who can do things for me, who can force me to do things without really hurting me. How do I do that, you want to know? Well, the streets are full of men! 
 Yes, I actually just go for it. If I see a man I like, I approach him and ask if he wants to spend some special time with me. When I start my search, I usually have my silicone whip with me. This is small and handy. 
 So I can then press this directly into the hand of the chosen one, so that he knows what&#039;s what. And yes, it has an insane success! Very rarely a man refuses my request. Finally, I put it but also mega clever.   I get very close to the man so that he can feel the heat of my body. 
 My lips cause a pleasant tingling sensation on his ear as I whisper my question into it. While I&#039;m still asking my question, he gets the whip in his hand and the guy goes everywhere with me. 
 At home it goes best 
 Most of the time the ride goes to my home. There it goes finally best, since I have everything there, on which I stand. I have a bondage set for my mattress. I have a wall full of toys like restraints, whips, crops, paddles and electric stuff. 
 If I had the space for it, I would already have a St. Andrew&#039;s cross hanging in my apartment. But, I live alone, work only half days and can therefore afford only a small 2-room apartment. Sure I could earn good money with my desire to be enslaved and whipped. 
 But hey, I&#039;m not a hooker! I just have constantly Bock on horny sex!   With me at home it goes directly to the point. My bedroom resembles a lovingly furnished torture chamber. The strangers who accompany me here can finally live out everything they&#039;ve always wanted. 
 I actually let everything happen to me! The harder it goes, the hornier and wetter I get! My gem is currently the braided leather whip. If I bring a particularly strong man, I have afterwards already times really bloody welts on the ass. 
 So I still have a few days later this wonderful burning feeling and the memory of this hot moment. This is exactly what makes me a BDSM addict! The strange men, the versatility, the lasting pain. 
 It also goes on the road 
 Some days it takes me a while to find a stranger I really want. If the search takes a while, then I am not willing to wait any longer than necessary. Once I have found the prince of the moment, I attack directly. 
 I take his hand, lead them under my skirt, directly into the hot wet center! Since I am but the passive part that wants to be led, I go directly quite apologetically on his knees. With big round doe eyes I look at the now horny man and ask him to punish me. 
 This can be in a park, in an otherwise empty train car or even sometimes behind a bus stop.     If I am already on my knees, there is only one punishment! The man opens his pants, takes out his half erect member and challenges me to let him get really big. 
 Somewhat shyly and with feigned reluctance, I start to give him a blowjob. I make it understandable that I want some emphasis on his part. So he grabs my hair, pulls it jerkily so that my face smacks into his crotch. I take the penis in my mouth and let it get really hard. 
 Pulling it up by the hair, he turns my back to him. He forces me into the bent over position, discovers the whip in my skirt pocket and starts to use it. The skirt is pushed up, the whip whizzes down onto my bare skin. I do not wear panties. When I&#039;m horny, I don&#039;t want to wear any unnecessary fabric on my body.    Only when both buttocks are really nice reddened, the tight penis penetrates deep into me and takes me with strong, increasingly powerful thrusts. Oh what an experience, what a climax!     This round was awesome! Who knows how the next man is. Should I ask for another one right away? No, I&#039;ve had enough for today. There are still so many other days and so gladly I would like to turn the next round with me at home. 
 Maybe my great metal spreader bar will be used again. With it I am powerless open and everything can penetrate me!     Let&#039;s see, maybe I&#039;ll meet you one day! 
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                            <updated>2021-04-15T05:00:00+02:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">BDSM Stories: CFNM - Clothed Female Naked Male</title>
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                                            The room sounded large. He felt warm light on his skin, heard the breathing of people around him, but he could see nothing. A few minutes ago, they had pulled the mask over his eyes. He could feel the thick leather strap wrapped around his head, holding the mask in place. Gent...
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 The room sounded large. He felt warm light on his skin, heard the breathing of people around him, but he could see nothing. A few minutes ago, they had pulled the mask over his eyes. 
 He could feel the thick leather strap wrapped around his head, holding the mask in place. Gentle hands guided him along. Blindly, he stumbled forward. He heard voices. Female voices. Many female voices. What had he gotten himself into? A strong hand on his chest stopped his progress.    He felt fingers sliding over his shoulders, down, to his wrists. Something rough yet smooth was wrapped around his wrists. A rope? A cloth? He couldn&#039;t quite define it. With a jerk, things tightened around his wrists. 
 They didn&#039;t cut into the flesh, but were still easy to feel. Hands guided his hands upward. Now the pull on his wrists began. He felt his arms being pinned to an object. Free or even move, he could not now.    Goosebumps crept down his spine as he felt the hot breath in his ear. A sensual voice whispered, &quot;So my little stud. Here sit ten beautiful women who want to see what you have to offer. And I hope for your sake that the presentation is worth it for us.&quot;    He could barely stifle a moan. Fear, horniness, shame, all these feelings were clenching in his chest. The previously almost imperceptible erection in his pants stirred to unimagined size. He felt the tightness of the elegant cloth pants he had chosen for this appointment.    &quot;Ladies, I would like to present a brand new participant today.&quot; The voice rang loudly through the room and the whispers died down. &quot;Let&#039;s get our subject undressed first!&quot; A jeer from the crowd followed.    He felt nimble hands tugging at his shoes. In a flash, shoes and socks were off his feet. Deft hands unbuttoned his shirt, while other, far less delicate fingers loosened his belt and nearly ripped the button of his pants from its socket. 
 He felt the pants and boxer shorts being pulled down with force. The erection that had just been magnificent fizzled out in the sudden nakedness. He no longer felt any movement. The shirt hanging open at his shoulders, the pants at his ankles, and the ever-shrinking erection in the center of his body immediately forced themselves into his consciousness.    &quot;As you can see, dear ladies, our subject apparently has a real problem. We&#039;re not really used to such a small manhood in this position.&quot; These words slammed into his ears like slaps in the face. He felt humiliated, wanting only to force an erection with mind power, but the faithful companion between his legs just wouldn&#039;t budge.    &quot;I wonder if we should help him do it.&quot; Again the voice cracked through his thoughts like a whip. The cheering of the ladies resumed. Now he also felt the closeness of people around him again. His pants were brushed off his ankles. A hand surprisingly and firmly grabbed his best part and his testicles. 
 He wanted to flinch, but the straps on his hands prevented this. With gentle force, he was pulled forward. Under the unyielding hand, his best piece shrank even more. He felt something being pushed into the back of his knees. A firm edge pressed into his legs. The tension in his arms eased and the hand pushed him down. 
 It felt strange. His legs were slightly spread on supports, but his best part and butt were free. Immediately the tension on his arms was increased again. Now he felt bands around his thighs as well. These were fixed to the supports. He now sat with his legs spread open in front of an audience of unknown women.    He felt a tightness around his chest. Again, a strap was attached. Now he could not move at all. Then finally he felt deft fingers on the strap of his mask. A quick tug and the mask dropped down. He blinked in the bright light of the artificial illumination. 
 His blurred vision showed him a small hall. Seated on the comfortable looking chairs and armchairs were women in beautiful costumes. Leather, lacquer, fabric, all these materials combined into unique combinations. It felt like his best part was practically retracting into his body at the sight.    &quot;Now look at him. The body is a real treat. But the tail? My goodness. I haven&#039;t seen a little guy like that in a long time.&quot; Ladies, why don&#039;t you come closer and examine our new toy?&quot; The voice again. This time, however, he could tell who was speaking. A real lady, her whole body wrapped in red leather, was standing right at his side. 
 Her dark hair was combed tightly back, her face finely cut. The perfectly red lips contrasted excellently with the white of her skin. Her disparaging gaze continued to slide over his body. More and more he became aware of the inadequacies of his own existence, more and more he tried with all his might to force an erection.    Now the other ladies were also within reach. Individual faces flitted past his field of vision, eyeing his body and repeatedly whispering and laughing as they pointed to his crotch. The whole situation was becoming more and more uncomfortable for him. He was sure he would never get it up in this situation. But he had not counted on the hostess&#039;s resourcefulness.    &quot;If our dear Mr. Limp Dick doesn&#039;t want to play along, I guess we&#039;ll have to force his hand.&quot; He saw the lady in red walk past his position and step behind him. He tried to follow her with glances, but she had already disappeared at his back. 
 Now he heard the soft whispering in his ear again. &quot;Open  your mouth!&quot; the voice commanded, gently yet firmly. Reflexively, he opened his mouth and felt something push into his oral cavity. He could no longer close his mouth. 
 Nor could he move his head as the straps of the gag were tightened not only on the back of his head, but on the backrest behind him. &quot;You should learn to relax now, my little prince&quot; the voice whispered in his ear again. 
 He didn&#039;t know what to expect. He heard the sound of rubber snapping behind him. Then at his right ear the sound of a screw cap. &quot;Take a deep breath and relax!&quot; These words reached his ear as he felt something cool and demanding between his buttocks. 
 Before he could even react, a slippery finger was pushed all the way into his rosette, which was cramping in shock. He wanted to scream, but the gag prevented him. He could no longer concentrate on the ladies in front of him. His eyes tried to look down and back. 
 But the finger inside him was more than practiced. Tiny movements and twists were enough to find in him exactly the point, which was considered the most sensitive in men. Waves of pleasure and excitement shot through his body. Whether wanted or not, his previously small and idle tail suddenly awoke to new life. 
 The whispering of the ladies present became louder again and demanded his attention. Still the skillful finger worked inside him, while the ladies stood in front of him, eyed his erection and nodded appreciatively. However, joy did not like to arise because of the situation. For redemption was not in sight.    The finger disappeared from inside him. He was relieved and disappointed at the same time. Disappointed? Disappointed about a feeling that he had so far rejected on principle? He was confused. He heard rubber clicking and then the lady in red stepped back into his field of vision. She held a ribbon in her hands and knelt between his widely spread legs. 
 He felt pressure, movement, a slight tug and then just tightness. With deft fingers, the lady had tied off his cock and balls. Now the erection would stay in place until he was granted a climax.    The Lady straightened up again and turned to the crowd. &quot;Now, ladies. A simple game. Each of you now has 20 seconds in turn to make our test object come. 
 Aids are not allowed in this process, of course. Whoever succeeds may test this specimen for further resilience. As I have just discovered, this test subject is still completely inexperienced in his entrance area. 
 So the winner gets to have fun with this subject and a strap-on of her choice. Ladies, we will proceed in the order previously drawn.&quot;    He didn&#039;t know how he was going to get through this evening any longer. 
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                            <updated>2021-03-30T12:00:00+02:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">BDSM Story: Our new ponygirl - training begins</title>
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                                            Today is an exciting day here at the farm. A new young lady has signed up and will spend her first day with us today. We are a special training farm. Because with us, budding ponygirls are trained.
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                 Today is an exciting day here at the farm. A new young lady has signed up and will spend her first day with us today. We are a special training farm. Because with us, prospective ponygirls are trained. 
 I will even be able to lean back and relax today. Because my wife will take over the first steps of the training. So I will watch the two ladies at work and enjoy it.    She&#039;s punctual in any case. And she looks good. Because so far we have only written and talked on the phone. My wife greets her. She is just 20 years old, slim and has a wonderful dark mane. Definitely a ponygirl with whom you can do so much. And from the looks of it, my wife doesn&#039;t do things by halves. 
 She sends the lady directly to the prepared room and under the shower. I now prepare a few more of the tools and will then keep the ladies company. 
 The right clothes for our ponygirl 
 A few minutes later I follow the ladies into the room. The sight immediately makes my heart beat faster. Our ponygirl is kneeling naked on the floor. The arms are already tied together with a wide leather arm cuff at the back. The arms are no longer visible, the ponygirl&#039;s posture particularly upright. 
 But that is not enough. Because my wife has probably started the training with a small boon. Because the head of the young lady is buried in the lap of my wife, who stands wide-legged in front of her. Apparently our ponygirl is doing her job well, as my wife&#039;s chest rises and falls. 
 But now it is time to start the training. At a sign from my wife, I take the horse bite mouth gag from the table she has laid out ready. I hand her the gag and grab the ponygirl&#039;s hair firmly. A sharp cry, but I quickly guide her head into the right position. 
 With deft fingers, my wife puts the gag on. Our ponygirl is reluctant to open her mouth at first, but a firm grip on her jaw quickly convinces her. Our little horse can no longer speak. The gag is tight and firm. 
  But my wife is not yet satisfied.  She gets the ostrich feather headdress from the closet and attaches it to the gag. Now our ponygirl looks almost like a real horse. But there are still important details missing. The boots. 
 We have a large selection in all possible sizes. Our young lady has obviously small feet. I pull her up by her bound arms and my wife puts the boots on her. They go up to mid-thigh and have wonderfully high heels. 
 A first running workout in the Ponygirl Harness 
 While my wife puts the boots on, I can let my eyes wander over our new girl. The body is almost flawless. Beautiful, feminine curves, the breasts neither too big nor too small, The face also nicely cut, although somewhat distorted with the gag. And the long dark hair corresponds wonderfully with the feathers on her head. 
 It clicks. I tear myself out of my thoughts. My wife has attached a leash to the gag and is now leading our ponygirl back into the big hall. Here we not only have space, but also the best acoustics. And mistakes in the step sequence can always be heard better than seen.    So now the training begins. And I let my thoughts wander. Because it is neither particularly exciting nor interesting. Only the sound of the steps on the floor accompanies me. While I daydream, my sweetheart and our ponygirl work on the movements. I notice how the steps become more rhythmic and turn my attention back to both women. 
 Our ponygirl has a good sense of rhythm. She lifts her legs almost at the perfect angle and puts them on correctly with emphasis. Forward is already working great, backward is still causing a few problems. We will soon see how well our pony can work. I have already prepared the little carriage in the early morning. 
 Our ponygirl is equipped 
 From the looks of it, my wife is happy with her work. She gives me a sign and I go back to the two women. Time to get our pony ready for the first ride. I get out the Ponygirl Harness and leave it to my wife to put it on our ponygirl. Wide leather straps now loop over hips and thighs. 
 The eyelets on the sides are about to hold the carriage. But there is still one small detail missing for the perfect ponygirl. My wife takes the leash again and pulls our pony to the table. She bumps her thighs against the edge. But my wife is not yet satisfied. She continues to pull on the leash until our pony is lying on the table with her upper body. 
 She gives me a sign. I know what she wants. On the table is a tube of lube and the plug with the beautiful horse tail. She has chosen a small plug. So I guess I should be careful. I cream the plug first and then take a good dollop of lube on my fingers. 
 Without warning, I spread the cream between the buttocks. These immediately cramp up when the touch is noticed. But I can not and will not take it into consideration. Our pony must be beautiful. So I carefully penetrate the tight muscle ring with my finger and spread the cream. 
 Here, too, I feel cramping at first, but then it dissolves surprisingly quickly. That&#039;s good. So I pull back my finger and put on the plug. I press only lightly and wait until the rosette slowly opens again. 
 With light pressure, I push the plug deeper and deeper until it slides into place on its own. A short pull on the tail is enough for me to check. The plug fits perfectly. I nod to my wife and she helps our ponygirl get up. 
 A first ride in the fresh air 
 Our property is large and not visible. A factor that always works in our favor when training our ponygirls. The graveled path crunches under our footsteps as my wife leads our ponygirl on a leash to the wagon. A small single carriage with only one seat. 
 More than enough for a young lady in training. With deft fingers, our ponygirl is connected to the wagon with her harness. A longer leash is also attached to the gag. So my wife can keep control even on the seat. In addition, there is a small leather riding crop on the side of the cart.It is sunny and warm, so our ponygirl will not freeze while working either. 
  My wife takes a seat on the carriage and the leash in her hand. You can tell right away that our ponygirl can&#039;t really handle the situation yet. One tug on the leash and she starts moving. But there is nothing left of the movements she has just learned. So it is not left out that my wife reaches for the whip. 
 Almost playfully, it hisses through the air and hits the ponygirl&#039;s bare bottom with a clap. She flinches. The gag with the bridle, however, makes the scream seem inarticulate. I hear my wife explain. Now it goes further forward. Slowly, the sequence of steps begins to become even again. 
 I enjoy the sight of the rhythmically rising and falling thighs. The crunch of the gravel under the heels. The increasing speed. My wife makes a lap around our yard. They stop again just before me. Our ponygirl is sweating and panting. It was exhausting. 
 The breasts rise and fall before my eyes. For the first day already a considerable achievement. This also seems to please my wife. Because she detaches our ponygirl with her harness from the car. One round should be enough for today. But the weather is nice and it is time to give a little more pleasure to the training. 
 Reward and punishment at the same time 
 My wife leads our ponygirl around the wagon on a leash. With a short leash she is now tied to the wagon wheel. Leaning forward, she waits for what may come next. My wife plays with the crop on the freely dangling breasts of the pony. I now step behind her. 
 A look at my wife, an understanding nod and I free my best piece from my pants. I pull a rubber over and penetrate from behind between the tight lips of our girl. Because a good horse also deserves a reward.   
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                            <updated>2021-03-30T12:00:00+02:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">BDSM Stories: Captivating games with mass insemination</title>
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                                            I had my first real experience with BDSM when I was about in my mid-30&#039;s. Before that, it didn&#039;t go beyond harmless bondage games and experiments with candle wax.
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                 I had my first real experience with BDSM when I was about in my mid-30&#039;s. Before that, it didn&#039;t go beyond harmless bondage games and experiments with candle wax. I had met a woman who was very open-minded in bed. 
 Especially with your mouth you could do things that made me hear and see. Even about our erotic fantasies could talk quite openly. One day you told me that you had the fantasy of being tied up and fucked by several men at the same time. 
 I found this idea exciting and suggested to organize such a situation. That you also found the idea very exciting, you proved to me with even better sex, as we already had. 
 Foreplay a little different 
 A few days later we started to let the fantasy slowly become reality. However, my girlfriend made a restriction. She wanted to have a say in the selection of men. 
 We registered on the biggest  website for swingers . Here was the highest chance that we would find like-minded people for a few horny hours. Since I had some concerns, I made the suggestion to go to a swingers club. My fear was that the situation would get out of hand if six to seven men got out of hand. 
 However, my partner at the time immediately rejected this suggestion. She was concerned with the thrill of that very thing happening. Since my girlfriend had a great body and was not otherwise unattractive, the first responses to our want ad came quickly. 
 After some time of selection, we were sure to have found ten potent studs with impressive cocks. Quickly a date was also made, on which the fuck should take place. 
 The day of days 
 Two weeks later the day had come when not only our little fuck party was to take place. A friend of mine left me his weekend house without knowing what stories should happen there. The house had several rooms, so I could ensure that it would only come to the first contact when I held it at the time. 
 During the early evening the first willing men appeared. Of the ten invited then only seven appeared. But I had already reckoned with the fact that a few would get &quot;cold feet&quot;. In the time I had placed a large stool in the middle of a room, on which it should come to the fuck. This had is prepared with a bondage set. 
 My girlfriend I had instructed to wait until I call you. In addition, I had given an instruction before, what you have to do. She should appear naked, dressed only with a coat. After everything was prepared, we could start. I called her and asked her to start now.    I was curious if she would appear or if she would back out at the last moment. I went to the front of the house to receive her. As I had expected, a little later I saw her car coming up the path. 
 Even as she got out of the car I could see that she was wearing a short coat. Underneath, her legs were bare. As she walked through the front yard toward me, she opened her coat and underneath she was.... naked. With each step your horny tits bounced a little, which immediately made me horny. 
 At the sight I had to pull myself together that I did not fuck you immediately. But that was not the plan. Still outside I stiffened her coat off, so that everyone who came by could see her nakedness. She looked briefly surprised, but at your stiff nipples I could see that the situation was not unpleasant. 
 From my pocket I pulled a silk blindfold and put it on her. Then I led you into the room where it should go to the point. 
 The fuck of your life 
 In the room the seven men were already waiting naked. When I led my girlfriend in, you could literally feel how the room charged with sexual energy. At the sight of the horny breasts, the flat stomach, the shaved pussy and the long legs of my girlfriend, the first already began to jerk your tails. 
 I led you to the stool, directed you to the supine position and made you tight with the bondage set. Now she lay defenseless with outstretched arms and wide spread legs in front of us. The sight of her pussy shimmering wet with anticipation made everyone horny. 
 But none of the gentlemen present wanted to make the first step. So I took the initiative and pointed to a gentleman with a particularly magnificent cock. But instead of pouncing on you, he approached her and pressed his bulging strap into her hand. 
 Still hesitant, she began to jerk the cock. But quickly she found pleasure and tried to get her head to the cock. This horniness was probably contagious. Already the next stepped to you and pushed his cock between your expectantly open lips. 
 While my girlfriend was busy with the two cocks, the next two approached you. One of the two knelt between your legs and began to lick her wet pussy. The other had to first make do with your second hand. 
 But so far my girlfriend had not yet had a cock in him and I noticed her that made you crazy. But I delayed the moment for quite a while, until I allowed the first to sink his hard beating in her pussy wet with horniness. With a lustful moan you took the tail, because more was also not possible. 
 The next hours passed in an alternation of jerked, blown and fucking cocks. There was actually no time when you were not served with at least four cocks at the same time. Sometimes she had two cocks in her mouth while being fucked by one and jerking two with her hands. 
 When your pain became too great, I freed you from your bonds. To top it off, I asked you to kneel down. She had to spoil each of the men once again with her mouth and swallow the sperm. After all had gone, she was so ready that she just lay there and could no longer move. 
 But the sight of your sweaty and inseminated body made me so horny that I also got my part. That was the story of an evening that could have been hornier.   
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                            <updated>2021-02-07T10:00:00+01:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">BDSM Story - Spanking and Bondage Adventures</title>
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                                            There he was again. Only a few meters separated my desk from the desk of my new colleague Alex. He was a real eye-catcher
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                 BDSM Story - Spanking and bondage adventures with the new work colleague 
 There he was again. Only a few meters separated my desk from the desk of my new colleague Alex. He was a real eye-catcher and triggered long forgotten feelings in me. Whenever I looked at his strong upper arms, his striking facial features and his dark eyes, I got hot. 
 I felt myself getting wet and lost in kinky fantasies with Alex. Unconsciously, I had put a pen in my mouth and played with my tongue at him around as Alex suddenly looked up from his computer and looked me directly in the eyes. 
 I had the feeling as if he had looked at me my dirty thoughts and became bright red. Hectically I sorted some papers and tried convulsively not to look at Alex anymore. But I felt his eyes on me the whole day, as they slid down my body again and again. 
 I was almost relieved when the workday finally came to an end and I could make my way home. But just before I got into my car in the parking lot, I heard someone call my name behind me. &quot;Linda, wait a little moment, please. Could you help me with another important project tonight? 
 I&#039;m not doing so well with the new software yet.&quot; I got all excited when I realized it was Alex asking me that question. Slowly, bracing myself internally for the sight of him, I turned to face him. &quot;Sure I&#039;d love to. What time did you have in mind?&quot; I couldn&#039;t believe myself what I had just said. 
 &quot;If you could be here around 7:30 that would be great.&quot; I nodded briefly and then quickly fled to my car. What had I gotten myself into? 
 Evening in the office 
 Insecurely I crept into the office in the evening and my heart beat up to my neck. Excitedly, I kept a lookout for Alex, but couldn&#039;t spot my new colleague anywhere. Suddenly he was standing very close behind me and I could smell his masculine scent. 
 Gently, he let his lips glide over my neck and asked me if I would like to try a little experiment. All the while he was talking, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. If I was honest with myself, I had actually guessed that Alex didn&#039;t want to see me for a work project. I swallowed hard and nodded imperceptibly. 
 But even that small movement was enough for Alex to understand. &quot;Wonderful,&quot; he said. &quot;I was hoping you would.&quot; He kissed my neck and my whole body began to tingle. Carefully, Alex folded my arms behind my back and said to me, barely audibly, &quot;I will make you my muse tonight, my lover, my slave.  
 Because I know very well that this is what you want&quot;. Now it was really about me and I was aroused from head to toe. He opened my blouse a little so that he exposed my neck and my neck. He then put a collar on me, which was connected to shackles on my arms. 
 I had never worn anything like this before and I must say I liked it. I stood in front of him and didn&#039;t know where to go with myself. Slowly Alex walked around me and looked at me from all sides. &quot;You have a great body. I noticed it right away on my first day&quot;. Without warning, Alex pushed my skirt up and reached into my panties. 
 I think I was already dripping with horniness, but I couldn&#039;t tell for sure. First my hot colleague played with my clit and then pushed a finger into my wet pussy. I moaned softly and wanted to touch him too, but my restraints prevented me. 
 It felt unusual, but also totally horny to be so at Alex&#039;s mercy. He fingered me more and more violently now and I stretched my pelvis towards him. He almost brought me to orgasm with his fingering, but stopped all of a sudden. With a devilish grin he looked at my face and seemed to enjoy my disappointment. &quot;I won&#039;t allow you to come yet,&quot; he said in a stern voice. Panting, I stood before him, eager to see what would come next. 
 I&#039;m going to get my ass kicked 
 I could see that there was a lot going on in Alex&#039;s pants and I couldn&#039;t wait to feel his cock. But first Alex tore open my blouse. The fabric tore and the buttons flew off in all directions. Never before had someone forcibly torn the clothes off my body, but at that moment it just felt horny. 
 My bra also landed on the floor and Alex worked my nipples with his teeth. I arched my back and enjoyed the painful bites. Suddenly, my colleague grabbed me by the waist and directed me to his desk. There he positioned me so that I moved my ass towards him. 
 I was very excited and did not know what to expect now. First Alex stroked my ass very gently and gave me a few light pats. I moaned softly, but already suspected that more was waiting for me. I could see in the corner of my eye how Alex reached behind him and took an elongated object in his hand. It was an elegant-looking leather crop. 
 I had never had my ass worked on with a crop before and I have to admit, I was a little scared. When the first blow hit my skin with a soft hiss, I was startled, but surprisingly found the pain to be quite pleasant. Alternately, Alex was now stroking my ass cheeks and whizzing the crop on my butt. 
 My first spanking session absolutely excited me and I wanted more. I was moaning pretty loudly by now and screaming the sweet pain out loud. &quot;Do you want to feel my cock now&quot;? Alex also gasped at this question and I knew that he was also aroused beyond measure. 
 Briefly, he fiddled with his pants and his cock and then pushed my face down roughly on the desk. He spread my thighs, yanked down my panties and pushed his hard spanking deep inside me with a low moan. Alex filled me completely and although my position was quite uncomfortable with my arms tied behind my back and additionally connected to my collar, it felt like the best fuck of my life. 
 Alex thrust slowly and deeply into me and with each thrust a slight pressure was exerted on my neck by the collar. I couldn&#039;t take it anymore now and realized how a terrific orgasm was rolling towards me. 
 Alex also came with one last deep thrust and I felt his cock twitching inside me. He remained exhausted on top of me and gently stroked my back. I would love to experience such overtime again.   
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                            <updated>2021-01-28T08:30:00+01:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Bondage stories: First experience with bondage games</title>
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                                            One day I was dancing with my friend Vanessa in the hottest club. Both of us were not averse to a sensual adventure and enjoyed it very much to give pleasure to the gentlemen present with mutual caresses. Vanessa had already chosen a suitor and made out passionately with him i...
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                 Until now, my love life had been rather boring. In the 8th grade I had found my first boyfriend, with whom I could gather my first erotic experiences at the tender age of 15. But after a short time, sex with him was always the same and predictable.    Since I loved him so much, I did not manage to break up due to the lack of passion, but remained his girlfriend until we had graduated from high school together.   From the country I wanted then to Berlin around my study to take up, my friend went to Stuttgart around a training to begin.    The separation came in handy, because I wanted to finally and for the first time live out sexually in the capital. And so I enjoyed my new freedom as a Singe and got to know the sexual passion with different partners anew.    One day I was dancing with my friend Vanessa in the hottest club. We both were not averse to a sensual adventure and enjoyed it very much to give pleasure to the gentlemen present with mutual caresses. Vanessa had already chosen a suitor and made out passionately with him in a corner of the dance floor.    I needed a short break and ordered a drink at the bar, when I noticed a cute guy there. I took my drink and also all my courage together and sat down next to him on the empty bar stool. He seemed to be interested in me as well, because we were talking and so quickly forgot about the busy club around us.    After a few drinks, he suggested that I accompany him home. I was yes without open-minded and gave still fast to my friend, who wished me only much fun.    We lead two stations with the subway and had still few meters to foot before us, until we stood before a block, in which Marco should live. I had already had frequent one night stands and had never experienced an uneasy feeling when I went home with strange men.    But more than flower sex was often not in it, often it even did not work out at all, if the gentlemen had drunk too much alcohol. But with Marco it should be a completely new experience.    Together we entered his apartment and he led me into the modern furnished living room. We enjoyed another sip of wine before kissing passionately. His hands went under my shirt and pulled down my bra.    With deft fingers, he caressed my nipples until they were hard with excitement. He pulled the shirt over my head and opened the bra. But with the other hand he took out something from behind the sofa, which I could not immediately recognize. Gently he pulled a purple eye mask over my head so I couldn&#039;t see anything.    My whole body was tingling, but it wasn&#039;t fear, it was pure lust that I felt. He lifted me in his strong arms and carried me to his bedroom and laid me down on his bed. I felt him fasten my hands to the sides of the bed with a bondage set so that I was at his mercy.    Then he pulled down my tight jeans pants and panties. When I was so completely naked in front of him, he still took my feet to fasten them to the bedposts as well. With spread legs I lay in front of this complete stranger, whom I had met a few hours ago in a Berlin club.    I admit that fear rose in me, because this stranger could now do anything with me, I was tied up and blindfolded, so I could not even see what he was going to do with me.   I tried to hear something, because few sounds in this room could have suggested that Marco had opened his toy drawer.    Then I felt him sit down on the bed, he had bent over me and was kissing my breasts. Tenderly at first, then more and more passionately, he kissed my nipples. Suddenly he bit into them carefully. The pain surprised me, but I found it very horny to experience this pain in my sensitive nipples, so that I had already become quite wet.    Marco noticed my excitement and let his hands wander over my flat stomach down between my spread thighs. Not being able to touch him I felt like torture, because I would have liked to explore his body with my hands and tongue as well. But he didn&#039;t seem to care much.    He used his fingers skillfully to leave me really will-less. I had no experience with bondage games before, but this helpless feeling and in addition the caresses made me insanely horny. I moaned out as his fingers touched and lightly stimulated my most sensitive spot. Then Marco stopped.    Suddenly something hummed, I felt something soft gently slide into me. It hummed gently at first and then more and more strongly at my most sensitive spot, until after a few moments I was already threatening to explode. As I learned later, Marco had satisfied me with a mini G-spot vibrator.    This ingenious toy I should later also get for lonely nights, because the all-rounder quickly provided a high feeling.    Now my seductive stranger began to excite me further to deliver me to him. He began to kiss me intensely, his tongue playing with mine. I enjoyed these passionate kisses very much. Then he pushed his head further and further down, caressed my breasts again, kissed my belly and then pushed himself further and further down.    His hands wrapped around my thighs as I felt his tongue tenderly kissing my private parts. His tongue play excited me immensely, Marco really knew how to drive a woman crazy. His tongue licked my most intimate part, poked into me, sucked on my lip and gently nibbled on my most intimate parts.    Never before had a man satisfied me like this with his tongue and mouth. I moaned loudly and reared back into the cool pillows. Through the blindfold I couldn&#039;t see what would happen next, and that&#039;s what excited me even more.    When Marco let his tongue drive between my legs from top to bottom, I could not stand it any longer. A thousand fireworks exploded inside me at the same time. I came as I had never come before. Only then he lay down on top of me and pushed himself into me.  With smooth movements he moved inside me, so that after only a few thrusts I had climaxed again. This horny encounter with a stranger turned out to be the most exciting sex experience that I had experienced so far in my adopted city of Berlin.    After he came, he actually left me tied up and blindfolded for a while. I heard him breathing next to me and finally he opened my bonds. From the look on my face, he saw that I had really enjoyed this particular love game. We drank another glass of wine together, then I said goodbye to my one night stand Marco.  On the way home, I immediately called my friend Vanessa, who had not come to an erotic highlight with her flirt from the club. I absolutely had to tell her what I had just experienced and that the hot game with the blindfold and the restraints had brought me a new insight into my sexual preference.   The way to a new me was paved. 
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            <title type="text">BDSM Story: My Webcam Slave</title>
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                                            Finally it was time to enter the chat room. The cam of my slave was already turned on. With a double click I enlarged the picture to the whole screen, leaned back in my chair and enjoyed the sight. As always, she was sitting at her desk in front of her PC, so I could see her f...
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                 My gaze went to the clock, which still showed 19:45. Just like the last three times I had looked at it. The damn hands seemed to crawl.   As every evening, we had a date for 20:00 in the chat room. Showing up there before then didn&#039;t fit my role, so I practiced patience, even if it was hard. 
  This afternoon I had received a mail from the mail order company. The collar I had bought for her had been delivered today. Shortly after, I had called up her dress list and ordered my slave by mail how she had to appear before me tonight.    Another glance at the clock revealed that just five minutes had passed. Silently cursing, I got up from my seat, went to the computer and turned it on. By now I had a very vivid gallery of my sissy. In every single photo she wore the clothes I had chosen for her, used the toy I had chosen and remained in a pose I had prescribed. 
 By looking at the delicious pictures, I could certainly pass the next ten minutes well. Besides, the photos functioned as a first-class appetizer. 
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 Two months ago I had come across her profile photo in a relevant SM chat. The black and white picture showed a pretty, young girl, whom I spontaneously assigned to the Gothic direction. Her profile was rather meaningless, as it is with many newcomers in the chat. 
 Only an approximate age was given and a profile text was completely missing. Nevertheless, she was explicitly marked as submissive in her profile and so I decided to write to her.    Not even two minutes later I got a reply, which turned into an evening-long chat. At first I talked to her innocuously about music and clothes. She actually belonged to the gothic scene, was sweet nineteen years old and didn&#039;t seem to mind the ten year age difference to me. Stupidly, it turned out that we lived over 800 km away from each other.    It hadn&#039;t taken long for her to change the subject on her own and want to talk about sex and S&amp;amp;M. She had discovered her first submissive tendencies, but had hardly been able to gain any experience so far. She was very curious and absorbed all too readily everything I could report about SM.    Less than an hour later, we both turned on our webcams and she received my first instructions, which she complied with immediately. This was followed by two months in which we spent several hours together almost every night and the nineteen-year-old gothic woman earned the right to call herself my slave.    The virtual meeting  Finally it was time to enter the chat room. The cam of my slave was already turned on. With a double click I enlarged the picture to the whole screen, leaned back in my chair and enjoyed the sight.    As always, she was sitting at her desk in front of her PC, so I could see her from the waist up. She was wearing the black leather collar and a green bra to go with it. Her long black hair was tied back in a tight braid. She sat upright so that her breasts were clearly visible in the camera picture.    Her head was slightly lowered, her gaze submissively directed at the camera. Everything was exactly as I had ordered. With the hint of a smile, I brought her picture back to normal size and typed in the first message.    Shortly after, she was beaming all over, thanking me artfully for the collar and writing to tell me how much she liked it.   &quot;What about the other restraints?&quot; I looked at her questioningly.   She proudly raised her forearms to the camera and presented the black Velcro wrist restraints she was wearing as instructed.    &quot;What kind of music are you playing?&quot; The question made her grin. &quot;Gothic rock.&quot;   &quot;Is the nine-tails handy?&quot;   The look on her face revealed that she wasn&#039;t expecting that question, at least not yet at this point. Nevertheless, she retrieved the desired toy and held the whip up to the camera.    &quot;Turn the music up a bit, stand up and dance for me. While you&#039;re at it, you may use the nine-tails as you see fit.&quot; I undid the top two buttons of my shirt and made myself comfortable on my chair.   My slave rose and now I could see that she was wearing the green thong and stockings without straps, as ordered. 
 She indicated a bow, turned around and bent forward so that I could admire all the splendor of her buttocks. As if she could guess my thoughts, she began gyrating her hips. Knowing how much I liked looking at her slave ass, she took an extra long time before turning her face back to the camera. 
 Holding the nine-tailed between both palms, she guided the shaft to her mouth, which opened expectantly. Just before the toy reached her lips, she enclosed the shaft with her right hand and slapped her breasts in turn. 
 Now she took the shaft of the nine-tails in her mouth and used her free hands to open the clasp of her bra and to get rid of the garment. For a while she stopped moving so that I could admire the sight of her now bare bosom. Was it just my imagination, or were her nipples actually stretching out towards me?    With a skillful swing of her hips, she stepped up to just in front of the camera and held a purple dildo into view. &quot;As instructed, I have written your name on it. May I use it for you?&quot;   Deprived of the ability to speak, I nodded. My slave repositioned her camera so that it was pointing at her bed. 
 Holding the dildo in her hand, she reclined on the sheet and removed her panties. As I could see, she was already wet.   With her legs spread, she positioned herself on the sheet so that I had a good view of what was happening. All too clearly she moaned my name while inserting the dildo.    I straightened further forward in my chair and tried to blink as little as possible. Damn, this girl really knew what I was into.    
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            <title type="text">Deepthroat training: My SM meeting with a stranger</title>
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                                            I opened the door and entered the room. It was dark and quiet. Strangely quiet. She had to be here. After all, we had arranged to meet today. And why else would the door be ajar? Strange. Somehow I got the feeling that something was wrong here.
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                 I opened the door and entered the room. It was dark and quiet. Strangely quiet. She had to be here. After all, we had arranged to meet today. And why else would the door be ajar? Strange. Somehow I got the feeling that something was wrong here. 
 Should I leave again? Maybe that would have been the right decision. But a mixture of tension and curiosity led me to close the door from the inside and step further into the darkness. A mistake. A big mistake, as was to become clear. Suddenly I was frightened to the core. Completely unexpectedly she interrupted the silence with the words: &quot;Sit down with pleasure already on the chair. I&#039;ll be right with you.&quot; 
 Increased heartbeat 
 Shocked by the unexpected statement, I was at the same time very relieved. Nothing had happened. I noticed how my heartbeat slowly calmed down again and in this euphoria I didn&#039;t even notice that she was suddenly behind me. But I didn&#039;t get the chance to turn around. Suddenly I noticed how she put a noose around my neck and pulled it so tight that it cut off my air in agony. 
 What was going on all of a sudden? I just wanted to make a date with an internet acquaintance. But then she said, &quot;If you don&#039;t want me to pull even tighter, you better shut up and relax a little. Can we agree on that?&quot; It took me a while to process those words. But then I agreed. 
 I had realized very quickly that I probably couldn&#039;t escape this situation. Because if she had increased the pressure on my throat just a little bit more, I probably wouldn&#039;t have been able to breathe at all. I didn&#039;t want to risk anything and was glad that the noose was now loosening a bit. Then she threw something onto my lap from behind. 
 When I looked at it, I saw 3 pairs of  handcuffs . Then she said: &quot;Now you do exactly what I tell you. You slowly bend forward and fix your legs to the chair legs with the handcuffs first. Then your arms will follow, which you will fix behind your back and also secure with the handcuffs. Do you understand?&quot; I hesitated for a moment because I didn&#039;t know what happened to me.   [emotion emotion_id=&quot;396&quot; ] 
 Then I stammered, &quot;Yeah, all right, I&#039;ll do it. But what&#039;s the point. I don&#039;t think it&#039;s funny ...&quot; &quot;It&#039;s not that either&quot; she interrupted me. Then she increased the pressure on my neck again. I understood and did as instructed, so that a few seconds later I was tied up. Now I was completely at her mercy. 
 Then she slowly stepped out of the shadows so that I could see her for the first time. Beautiful she was. I knew her only from the pictures on the net. She had a gazelle-like figure, very slim with endlessly long legs, which were wrapped in skin-tight leggings. She sat on my lap and circled her pelvis until she noticed my excitement. 
 Then she bent down to me and whispered something in my ear: &quot;You would like that. But I can tell you one thing: you&#039;d better not have come today.&quot; Then she left and I was alone. 
 Breathlessness 
  Time seemed to stand still.  At least it seemed like an eternity. I was still all confused and tried to collect my thoughts. What had just happened here? Where did you get into all this? And who was the beautiful stranger really? Then I heard her footsteps again. 
 My back was still turned to her and I couldn&#039;t see what she was busy with. And my eyes still had to get used to the darkness. But my thoughts were abruptly interrupted. Suddenly she stood behind me again and pulled the noose around my neck a little tighter. 
 Then she said, &quot;You were after quick  sex ? Now you are completely at my mercy and will do what I tell you. I will show you today what a woman can do with a man if she only wants. You will be my slave and let everything happen to you. You will make experiences that will bring you to your physical and psychological limits. 
 And as for me, I can tell you that I will simply enjoy it.&quot; At these words panic arose in me. I felt my heartbeat so intensely that I thought my chest would explode. My breath hitched and I found it hard to breathe. I concentrated on breathing in and out evenly. 
 But all I could do was croak, &quot;What the hell is this? Untie me and let me go.&quot; I didn&#039;t even get to say the sentence anymore. Because out of nowhere she pressed her hand in front of my mouth. At first I didn&#039;t know what was going on. But then I noticed that the air was getting thinner and thinner. 
 In the next moment, I felt a huge surge of oxygen flowing through my body. She pulled her hand away from my face and I got my breath back. All she said was, &quot;Well, how did you like the taste?&quot; 
 Deepthroat Training I 
 I was still feeling woozy. The lack of oxygen was noticeable throughout my body. My muscles were trembling and the pressure on my throat was becoming unbearable. When I had caught myself to some extent, I could still feel her breathing behind me. Had she really stayed there the whole time? 
 Then she grabbed my hair and yanked my head into her neck. &quot;Now you&#039;re going to feel what it&#039;s like to have your mouth and throat filled. We&#039;ll do it like this: you put your head back, open your mouth and I&#039;ll push a  dildo  very deep down your throat very slowly,&amp;nbsp; but more and more.   [emotion emotion_id=&quot;412&quot; ] 
 And only I decide how far you still have to take the dildo. If you resist, a punishment will follow. A punishment that you don&#039;t want to experience. Do you understand what will happen now?&quot; I was so shocked at the announcement that I froze. &quot;Good, I&#039;ll take that as consent&quot; she said coolly. Then it started. 
 Rudely she pulled my head back again. &quot;Open your mouth&quot; she commanded. Hesitantly I opened my mouth and felt her attach a dildo to my lips and slowly guide it into my mouth. It was a flexible dildo that made its way into my mouth. 
 Very slowly she inserted it further and further. Then my gag reflex made itself felt. It was an unpleasant feeling and I wanted to tear the part out of my mouth. But the  restraints  on the chair were merciless. I had no chance to free myself from the situation. She just smiled and said, &quot;Oh, you&#039;re not used to this, are you? But just wait, you&#039;ll swallow this thing completely.&quot;   
 Then she very slowly pushed the part further and further into me. I noticed the dildo already in the throat until I had the feeling to have to throw up. But just before I threw up, she pushed it out again a bit, so that I could relax to some extent and recover from the strain. 
 But there was still no end in sight. Again and again and deeper she pushed the dildo down my throat until I had swallowed it almost completely. I felt sick as a dog and at some point she stopped the forbidden game. The words &quot;That was a hard piece of work. Now comes the punishment&quot; scared me. 
 Deepthroat Training II 
  She first untied the  ankle cuffs  from the chair, but immediately closed them around the  ankles  again. &quot;You will now stand up and sit on the floor there in front, with your back against the wooden post. Do you understand?&quot; &quot;Yes&quot; I only stammered. Then she untied my wrists from the chair and put them on my back again. 
 I obeyed her command and got up as ordered. I was all wobbly on my feet, but somehow I made it to the floor and leaned my back against the beam. I had to kneel down and my legs and arms were tied behind the post by her. 
 &quot;You didn&#039;t do very well with the dildo just now. That&#039;s why we have to continue the exercise. I will now push my  strap-on dildo  into your mouth and then push it harder and harder into your throat. We will do this until the  blowjob  is completed to my satisfaction.   [emotion emotion_id=&quot;386&quot; ] 
 And we&#039;re about to start, too.&quot; She then put on a strapon, positioned herself in front of me and before I could even think clearly, I already had the strap-on in my mouth. At first very gently she led him slowly out and in, almost as if how would penetrate my mouth. 
 Then you increased the depth and just like the dildo she pushed the strapon now further and further into my throat. The part deep in the throat she paused and stopped her thrusts. She seemed to enjoy the moment. I had the strapon deep around throat and still got air. 
 To make matters worse, she suddenly held my nose. Now the air supply was completely cut off. The dildo still in the throat she let off my nose at some point, so that I could take a deep breath through my nose again. I almost hyperventilated, so little air I got and so panicked I became. 
 She repeated this torture over and over again until at some point she smiled contentedly and said, &quot;Now you know how it works. I just sank into myself from exhaustion. 
   
 Strapon I 
 But the break lasted only a short time. She squatted down next to me and whispered something in my ear that made me feel horrified: &quot;You&#039;ve already done that quite well. But how about if I sink the strapon into you now. I take you now so right through that you lose sight and hearing. 
 What do you think?&quot; I could hardly believe what she was saying. Did she want to take me the strapon? She couldn&#039;t possibly have meant it seriously. And again I just croaked, &quot;No, please don&#039;t. Anything but that. Please, let me go.&quot; &quot;Surely not. The game is just getting started. 
 And thank you so much for your gift. I will indeed take it all. But first it&#039;s your bottom&#039;s turn.&quot; She uncuffed me again and led me to a bed. I was still very wobbly on my feet and almost staggered. &quot;Undress&quot; she ordered me. I don&#039;t know why, but I obeyed her and took off my clothes. 
 Arrived at the bed she  tied  my arms. At the bed everything was already prepared, so I felt my arms left and right on the mattress. Then my legs were tied up so that they were bent and pointed upwards. In this position, my buttocks also protruded upwards. Wordlessly, she placed herself over me and puts me to the strap-on dildo on the buttocks. 
 Then I felt a pressure on the sphincter. The pressure increased and slowly she penetrated me with the strapon. Almost tenderly she was. Should she have suddenly felt sorry for me? But apparently I rejoiced too soon. She looked me in the eyes and breathed, &quot;So, now let&#039;s see what you can stand.&quot; 
 No sooner said than done. Slowly she increased the depth and speed of the thrusts. I felt the pain. But she was merciless. She pushed harder and harder and deeper. I squirmed and tried somehow to escape the situation. But I had no chance. On the contrary. With a firm grip on my neck, she made it clear that she was far from the end of her game. 
 Strapon II 
 She gasped with exertion. Or from passion? Did she like what she was doing? I could not believe it at all. What had I done to that woman? We didn&#039;t know each other at all. And why was she playing this game with me of all people. She let go of me and untied me again. 
 Roughly she turned me onto my stomach and tied my hands behind my back. I had to bend my legs backwards and they were also fixed with shackles on my wrists (hogtie ). Now I was completely motionless. Then I felt her bending down to me.   [emotion emotion_id=&quot;395&quot; ] 
 &quot;That was just the beginning, now it&#039;s just getting started.&quot; Without warning, she penetrated me again and thrust. She kept pulling the strapon out completely, only to thrust it back into me again. The thrusts became deeper and deeper and harder and harder. But I did not have nearly the chance to escape this situation because of the restraints. 
 She enjoyed that. At some point she still began to push her fingers into my mouth from behind. Further and further and deeper, until the choking sensation from before was there again. Then again she pressed my head again and again rudely on the mattress. She took me right through and at some point I gave up my resistance. 
 I just lay there. And ever wilder she made herself at me to create. An end was apparently not to think. I was will-less and would have done anything for her at that moment. I was no longer me. I belonged to her. She was right with what she had prophesied to me at the beginning. I would do anything for her. As if she had apparently noticed it, she suddenly let go of me. 
 Deprivation 
 &quot;I like that. There doesn&#039;t seem to be much left of you. But now I&#039;m going to get the rest. You&#039;ll see.&quot; I didn&#039;t say anything more. As if remote-controlled, I let everything happen to me. She put a  blindfold  and headphones on me as I lay there.   [emotion emotion_id=&quot;404&quot; ] 
 She tied the shackles a little tighter. She also gave me a head mask. Now I could only breathe through my nose. Panic overcame me. Then she tied me to the bed. I was completely motionless. Then she started to work on my best piece. 
 At first she slid her hands gently up and down. But as before, she increased the pace and also the intensity. Also my balls were firmly packed around. Harder and harder her movements became. To my horror, the movements showed their desired effect. 
 And that, although I longed so much to escape from this situation. And now this. How could an erection be possible under such circumstances? She went on and on until I finally came with an intense feeling. Rarely before had I had such a violent orgasm. 
 But what followed was simply hell. Normally, the act is over for me after the orgasm. But she continued her hell ride. She did not even think about stopping. On the contrary. Her up and down movements became more and more violent. After the eruption, however, I was so sensitive that it just caused insane discomfort. 
 I was writhing. My whole body wanted to rebel. But the shackles prevented it. I was again helplessly at her mercy and only after what felt like an eternity did she finally stop. 
 Finale 
 &quot;Now we slowly ring in the finale. After all, I also have something else planned.&quot; I was already not really able to react to this sentence. I was still too busy processing the past experiences. And so I only heard what she was doing through a kind of veil. What was she doing?    She finished her game. As suddenly as it had begun it also stopped. Apparently she was satisfied. She had achieved everything. I had let everything go over me. But now that I belonged to her, she no longer wanted to know anything about me. That was the most painful thing of all. I was lost. I was unstoppable. And I was empty. I was just an empty shell and had dropped all my facades. I was now me. No more armor around me. No  stories . Only me   
 Thanks to  Thomas M.  for this BDSM story. 
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