I Am A Sub To My Marine Corps Man!

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My husband now spanks me when I’m bad and I love it. However that was not always the case and it took some time for me to trust him enough to tell him that I had a sexual fantasy in that I had the fetish to be a submissive during intimacy with him.  People assume that marriage is the death of fun. That may be true if you have to hide a sexual fetish, but my love life hasn’t been the same since

I Revealed My Sexual Fantasies To My Spouse

Being a petite woman, I’ve always desired to have the arms of a strong man hold me. My husband and I had a long courtship before we married, but I fell in love with him quickly. He is a US Marine, muscular and tall. His hands always make me think of how they’d feel touching me; cupping my breast from behind, or slipping between my legs as he drives me in his car. He has the skill of a dominant man, to guide me both physically and emotionally.  In the beginning of our marriage, sex was wonderful. It had all the excitement a shiny new relationship. It quickly dulled however, after our escapades became routine. I always had fantasies, but never the guts to share them. I would often fantasize during sex about him touching my butt. Asking him to spank me seemed silly. I didn’t realize it was a legitimate sexual fetish. It was weird actually, when I thought about it during sex, it helped me orgasm. If I thought about it when I was not aroused, I felt stupid.

When he picked our sexual positions, he usually chose doggy style. Sometimes he would spread my cheeks apart unexpectedly, touching my anus. I would feel such excitement and desire for him to keep going a little further. I felt embarrassed as my butt would pucker from the sudden cold air. I was sure he was looking, but I loved it.

Marine Soldier Fetish

The first time I told him about my sexual fetish, I was in the bath. We had a habit of playing chess in the evening and on this occasion I wanted to play while I lay in the tub. He lit candles for me and brought me my favorite fluffy towel. Soon the deep red wine had me light headed. I would lay back, waiting for him to make his move. My body was keenly aware of the cool air in the bathroom and my breasts were perky. I stood up and stepped out of the tub. I gently kissed him and slowly bent over his lap. I think he was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came around when I quietly asked him to spank me. The water was cooling on my skin and when he smacked me, it stung.

That night, we ended up having the best sexual encounter I have ever experienced. Upon bringing me to orgasm, I spilled more words of my desire. He encouraged my sexual fetish by making me call him “Sir” when I addressed him. He fulfilled my lust several times, and I happily reciprocated.  It was opening a whole new area of our love making my being a submissive.  Soon, I realized that I was a (lucky) fool to have admitted so much to this man. He quickly grasped my desire for submission, and took full advantage of his new power. Every night he would demand me to present myself to him for an inspection. If I was a good girl that day, he would spend time endlessly kissing my body until I would succumb to the pleasure. If I was a bad girl, he would stimulate my body in a more aggressive way.

The exchange of power has helped our relationship in so many ways. I feel so feminine giving in to his requests. Allowing my body to be used by him gives me the freedom to relinquish power. I love putting aside our daily roles to fulfill my husband’s needs. He loves the porno style sex. We purchased fetish sex toys on the internet together. He makes a few choices and I have to decide from them what he’ll use on me. No matter what he does, he is always sure to make me happy. Switching pleasure with pain, he keeps me enticed. I always wonder what he will want from me next.

We both love having our dirty secrets, like our common sexual fetish. He’ll text me while I’m at work and tell me to take a naughty picture in the bathroom. I send it to him and he quickly tells me that I’ll be punished when I get home. I am so excited by the time I’m home, my panties are usually soaked. He looks at me between my legs and I know I’m busted. He spanks me, and stimulates my anus until he can roughly take it. He ignores my pleading, but will kindly rub me as he has his way. It makes me cry with pleasure and it never takes long for me to finish. The begging only makes him bigger and he takes his time to drag it out. He can make me say or do anything at this point and he knows it.

In our endeavors, we have discovered another sexual fetish. We love bondage roleplaying when he ties me up, spreads my legs far apart and explores my most sensitive areas. I try not to show I enjoy it so much, or else he stops and leaves me to suffer naked and exposed. He never leaves me long, but is sure to punish me upon his return. He enjoys embarrassing me by making me masturbate in front of him. He records me touching myself and watches it later while I’m pleasuring him. I get red with humiliation, and crave his attention between my legs. I know if I’m good he will give it to me.

I’m so happy I shared my sexual submissive masochist fetish with my husband. We have connected in ways I never thought possible. I feel like he is in my mind sometimes. He grabs at my deepest thoughts and desires and turns them into a reality. We continue to nurture our sex life every day; and when he has control of my butt, I am more than willing to do what he want.

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WARNING! Gay Online Date Rape – It Could Happen To You!

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It pains me when I narrate this story to you. Don’t be surprised to realize that you could be the first person to read this agonizing ordeal that I went through a couple, of weeks ago. So, when you will be thinking that this is just a fabrication remember that the memories about that bizarre sexual experience are fresh in my mind. I will however try as much as I can to calm down when writing this story since by doing so, it might warn those doing the same or similar or offer some help to those who deserve it.

Something that just started like fun internet dating has turned to be a tormenting thing in my heart and mind that I wish to share with you on this day. If you haven’t tried to date online, please do not attempt it unless you first take safety and precautions – you never know who you are really chatting to. I am not suggesting that online dating in itself is wrong; in fact many have got the love of their lives through internet dating. While that is so, there are those who are tormented and crying just like me, with nobody on their side to help them and no-one to turn to. Having told you that brief introduction, allow me then to narrow down how what seemed to be promises of heaven, later transpired to be an unforgettable bizarre sexual experience from hell.

As a single man, I spend most of my late evenings on my laptop with an alcoholic drink beside me, as I engage with my online friends on a serious note via social media. It happens that of late, I have added a couple of more other social sites on my default panel – singles and dating sites. This particular night, I met one person whom I thought like would quench my thirst for intimacy on one of these sites. It was a lady with a beautiful series of profile photos. It felt right and I felt deep in my heart that I have got what I always had wanted. How lost and mistaken was I. The chat lasted the whole night till dawn the following morning. By the time I was up from my couch, she and I had agreed to meet at a place where she suggested. Granted, I knew the place well but came to realize later that evening that for one to know a place well, you should be able to know all the activities that take place in whatever place you may claim to know at all times.

I drove so fast to the rendezvous anticipating to meet my love later that evening. Upon arrival at the gate in front of this famous Russian club in the suburbs, my car was let in by an energetic handsome young man. From the look of his face, body posture and texture, he was roughly my age. Initially, I thought he was the valet man. The real truth of my bizarre sexual experience will be revealed later.

Have you ever had a bizarre sexual experience? Whereas you may agree with me that things out of your control happen on earth, but there are those you wish that will never happen to you or the people you know. This is one such ordeal. My ‘valet’ made sure that I alighted safely from my car as he showed me the way inside the main room of the club. Inside were smells of soothing fragrances and the area was packed to the full with men, some dressed well whilst others having big muscles, but nowhere could I see that my heavenly date – in fact I could see no women at all.

My internet date had told me to feel at home and have a drink at the bar and she would introduce herself to me. I had posted my true profile picture and what I expected was the same truthfulness from my angel to be. So at the bar I requested a scotch and coke to drink and waited patiently. I was nervous as I could not see her yet but consoled myself that it was not so late and besides, I am waiting for my new girl so I don’t want to fail her by being impatient and driving away. After an elapse of two hours or so however there was no sign of her showing up and I really did not want to drink and drive. It was peculiar that there appeared to be no females entering the club and those at the tables were men.

 

Dating Online

Finally I decided to dash out and drive home, I had been stood up and was not even going to check my I-Phone to see the reason why. I was angry. As I went outside, the parking was so dense and dark! I looked for my ‘valet’ as there were so many cars and I could not locate mine. Even if I did locate it where were my keys, I would have to go back to find out where the ‘valet’ was and on the way back I saw it. My car, but it had been surrounded by other cars so even if I carried a spare set of keys I could not have driven away. The only option was to go back and asked the doorman where the ‘valet’ was. He pointed to a private room and said to ask from Max. The real scenario began to fall on me – although I wished beyond hope I was mistaken as my online angel was named Maxine – could this just be a coincidence?

The man at the private room who welcomed me patted me down, I guess for weapons. Alarm bells were ringing but what was I to do, my car was blocked in and I needed to get it to escape home. As I entered the room I saw Max – who obviously was not the valet – seated at a table with 4 other men. They had an open bottle of scotch before them, they were drinking and laughing. He appeared relaxed and smiled as I walked over to him. He said, ‘I’m Max and I am sure you have now worked out that you were chatting to me all last night.   Sorry for the deception but I loved your profile photo and just had to meet you.’

It was right –it was the’ lady’ that I talked to the night before. It clocked in my feeble mind and I said, ‘Please give me the keys – I need to get out of here.’

He said, ‘Be that as it may – we have things to talk about and do. Why don’t you have a drink?”

Having a drink was the furthest thing from my mind and I refused but he insisted, ‘It really would be a good idea for you to have a drink – it will go down a lot easier if you do.’

Without my keys or a way to get home what choice did I have so seated myself and had a drink. No sooner had I sat down he started to stroke my leg fondly. I objected immediately and began to get out of my chair when, two more muscular men pushed me forward so that my face was flat against the table. One of the man removed his trench coat, pulled a knife out of his pocket and ordered me to undress fast which I did and I just hoped this was not going to be a sexual experience.

You would not ever contemplate what ensued. As my head was forced onto the table and I slowly removed my trousers Max took my wallet out of my back pocket. He then took my ID out and placed it on the table in front of me and said, ‘I now know who you are and where you live.’ With that he then threw my id next to his own. He said, ‘Now see who I am. I want you to remember it and when or even if you make it home research who I am, always remember I know who you are and where you live.’ I silently prayed this would not become my worst sexual experience. Max, the person I thought would be my new lover and Angel Maxine said all this barely raising his voice but the manner in which he said send cold shivers down my spine. How could this be? Why had this happened to me?

 

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As my underpants were removed the big man who had me pinned down to the table brought my arms behind my back and placed a pair of handcuffs tightly around my wrist. A padlock with a chain attached was placed on the handcuffs and another man stood on a chair and fed the other end of the chain through an eyelet that was fixed to the roof. This chain was then tightened and my arms were forced upright – the pain in my shoulders was excruciating and forced me to stand upright albeit leaning forward. My manhood and rear was exposed for all to see in this room. I was ambushed, and the other men just watched it all happen. No these men were not just watching they were enjoying it like it was all just part of a show. Max then began to work on me like I was never a thought! It felt like I was a piece of meat to this man as he ran his hand between my legs and then grabbed hold of my balls. Never before had I been touched by another man in this place unless by a doctor or perhaps my father when I was a babe.

This did not feel natural and tears began to stream down my face, across my cheeks dropping on the floor. Max actually began to smile, what a sick and twisted man this must be to seek gratification from another man’s pain, torment and embarrassment. Max again moved his hand between my legs but this time I felt a silky liquid smeared over my anus and then he inserted a finger in it. I cried out in despair begging him to stop. I was a man, a man is not supposed to have another man put things in his ass. My cries brought laughter from Max and his companions. Oh to what depths was this depravity going to reach and as I was about to cry out to God to help me Max’s muscular companion placed a ball gag in my mouth securely tightening it. My muffled screams for help could be heard by no-one except those in this room. What was to become of me in this most bizarre sexual experience.

More men now came over and worked on me like I never thought possible! They were touching me and I closed my eyes. It was embarrassing and I had no control over my body and an erection started to form.  This could not be right, how could I get an erection from other men touching me – was I turning gay – never before had I been touched by a man and now with tears streaming down my cheeks was being touched by many and not able to control my body. Someone placed a cock ring on me to keep my erect as possible. One man I now remember took of his pants and pushed my head further down.  As my arms had been cuffed and chained I was helpless and could not resist.  He walked behind me and rubbed my buttocks whilst other men touched my chest and penis.  I then felt him move his hard erect penis between my butt cheeks.  Why Oh lord was this happening to me?

I had no choice for the following hours, that was the only thing that I would see men do to me and to each other in that club! Touching each other and tormenting me.  But it was only me who was worked on by many men – maybe I was like fresh meat to them like the lions seeing a wounded and injured animal.  They had come to dominate me and subject me to physical torture.

As the hours carried on I realised this must be a common occurrence at this establishment and wondered to myself how it could be allowed to carry on.  Surely the Police or others must have had complaints – others like myself must have come here after being deceived and brutalized. This bizarre sexual experience has since then left me with much agony more than you can ever envision. They did this to me in turns to their satisfaction and it was so painful worse than ever in my life. After they were done with me, and the bondage handcuffs and chains removed I was unable to even sit on a chair but was ordered to do so. The man who was taking the lead in this, the one I thought would be my new love Maxine ordered me to have another drink and when I declined to take it, he slapped me twice on either side of the face.  My cheeks reddened and the pain reverberated in my skull.  He then proceed to give his business card, told me to leave and to email him when I returned home. I put my clothes back on and ran to my car that was now unblocked with the keys in the ignition.

It was difficult for me to sit and drive myself due to the pain I was feeling. However I knew if I were to return into the Club there may be further perils awaiting so slowly I drove home.  It was 3am when I returned and as requested emailed who I now knew to be Max but believed to be Maxine.  I then google searched this man and to my horror found out that he was an underworld figure who was suspected of committing many crimes including murder.  He wanted me to know this so who could I tell?  I am scared for my life if I tell the Police. What am I to do?  Who can I turn to?

It was sad sharing this bizarre sexual experience with you and do not know if I am a full man anymore. Nevertheless, I feel relieved that perhaps the writing of this may warn others of the perils that may await when organizing a blind date online.

Hell’s Couture BDSM Club!

S&M Branding

So here I was for the first time going to the Hell’s Coture BDSM club and I didn’t know what to expect but was forewarned to expect the unexpected. It was Midnight on a Saturday night, I was rested up and did not have to go to work in the morning.  Tonight there was no holding me back. Before I left home I treated myself to something medicinal to help me get rid of any jitters or nerves and can tell you was in a state of low flying.  Was sitting back chilling in the back of the uber-cab having already given the driver the address with a bit of excitement of what was going to happen tonight.  We pulled up and I handed over a cash tip to the driver.

The building was as was described to me, an older goth style building all painted in black.  There was a queue at the front door but no signs or anything advertising what it was, just an illuminated street number.  Thankfully I had secured a very rare VIP pass that allowed me immediate entry and access to the top level of the club, reserved of course for VIPs or invited guests.  I was wearing all leather, what appeared to be long leather pants but were actually chaps that showed my ass only covered by a G-String.  The long leather trench-coat allowed me to wear the chaps in the public without fear of being arrested of taunted.  I had a pair of hell’s couture leather jocks under the chaps.

As I walked straight past the wannabes waiting in the queue I received stares from most either being pissed off that I was being let straight in, envious or wondering who the hell I was.  As soon as I passed by the bouncers the heat hit me, and as I walked further in I could see.  On the dance floor were an array of beauties, and not so beautiful people dancing and cavorting half naked.  Men in leather thongs, topless women and virtual garden of gor in suburbia. As I walked to the bar and ordered my first scotch and coke from the barely dressed barmaid what I took to be the manager of the club walked over to me.  He said as I was the first VIP in the club he wondered if I would participate in one of the five floor shows of the evening.  I inquired as to what that may be and he said that it involved Hellfire Black Leather and Fur Ankle Cuffs and the rest I would find out when I participated or watched.  I eagerly accepted and he asked him to come see him at 1am to be prepped.

With two hours to kill in my first BDSM club experience before the show I was now going to be a participant in it was time to explore this club.  With my inhibitions falling away considering the state of half dress the other customers were in, and also the downed scotch and coke doing their work I headed for the hat/coat stand.  As I handed the lass my Matrix style leather trench-coat she handed me a ticket which presented a slight problem.  My leather chaps did not have pocket nor did my leather harness.  Eventually I put the stub down the front of my hell’s couture jocks in my leather money pouch.

 

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Then I went to the bar and to order another drink from the half-naked barmaid there who now happened to be fully naked.  Jeez she had a nice ass and as she turned around I realized that she was a shim and had one of the biggest packages I had seen on another human being.  Obviously this sweet transvestite must have been doing some penis extension exercises as surely this could not be natural on another human being.

So now armed with my fresh scotch and coke I headed to the VIP Entrance where the precious badge was flashed and the chain allowing access up the stairs was opened for me to ascend.  The stair walls were covered with thick red velvet curtains and if possible was darker than the club itself. As I topped the stairs I noticed the walls again were painted black and a long corridor with rooms off to each side confronted me.  At the end of the corridor was a bar where a few people congregated.  In the walls of the corridor were torches that must have been lit with gas but still gave the hallway a goth dungeon style feel to it. As I looked into the first room off to my left I saw a man restrained by his hands and neck by wooden stocks.  I could only see him from the back and he was in a kneeling position with a bench or similar pressed up against his thighs and his stomach also supported by it.  Two women behind him were striking him in turn using sanna whips.  They loudly chastised him and yelled profanities at him.   Behind the two girls were two bench seats each capable of holding ten people but there were only 8 people occupying them intently watching this degradation.

The women were both dressed in black shiny vinyl with cat’s tails and wore cat masks.  They looked ubber sexy but the words that came out of their mouths made it clear that neither was a puss in boots and not to be treated likely.  These divine mistresses were masters at humiliation and with each strike of their whips, and each degradation the man’s body slumped further and further ensuring that no air of demeanor or pride remained and he was truly dominated. After seeing this I became excited by the prospect of discovering what were in the other rooms.. and more importantly what the show I was to appear in at 1am was all about.

So after seeing the dominating mistresses humiliate their slave and with 90 minutes still to kill I walked to the next door and had a look inside. The room was similarly fit out with two bench chairs capable of seating about 20 people and this time just about all the seats were occupied.  The walls, although painted black were also covered in fluro graffiti that the black-lights made iridescent. Seated in front of these people was a woman with her hands and arms bound by Japanese bondage Ropes.  She was sitting reverse on a chair facing her audience with her huge breasts hanging over the back portion of the chair.  In front of the chair was a bench and which here tits lay.  Her tits were compressed in narrow barred tit press clamps that forced her swollen mammaries out and discolored them a reddish purple color.

In front of her stood a large man dressed in black Edwardian clothes.  He wore a dogs mask that concealed his identity.  The woman’s face however could be seen and although making no sounds I could see the sweat glistening from her brow and a far-away meditative look in her eyes.  I could hear her chanting softly to herself some sort of Chakra I would imagine but could not make it clearly out. The man then brought a metal tray with a number of different sized syringes and before my eyes I saw him pierce the nipple with the smallest of the syringes.   To my surprise the woman did not cry out but instead seemed to exhale deeply almost sounding like a tyre deflating.  Although never having practiced breast or nipple torture on myself or another I had heard about it.

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Going back I seemed to recall that with breast torture and nipple sex some men and women actually found this pleasurable due to the large amounts of endorphins and adrenaline being released.  Contrary to what I would have thought would have been the doms pleasure in inflicting pain practicing this BDSM fetish play, subs in many cases enjoyed it too.  That certainly seemed to be the case here.  Talk about extreme nipple sex. I watched the man now bring out a larger syringe from his surgical tray and the woman actually started to smile.  Although very curious as to what would happen next I am a bit squeamish when it comes to blood and decided to move on.  With just over an hour left now before the show that I was to participate in, I adjusted my hells couture jock strap and continued on down the hallway wondering what was going to confront me in the next room.

Without knowing what would be in the next room after seeing tit torture and public humiliation and degradation in the other I peered into the third room.  The room this time had the bench seats at the rear and either side.  At the front of the room was a cauldron that was filled with hot coal embers and on top of these embers was a branding iron.  To the side of the cauldron was bucket containing ice and water. In front of this was a lady kneeling on the kneeler of a pew type device that allowed her hands to be tied in front of her on the back rest.  She was a beauty that looked a bit like a fish out of water in this place wearing Ella Bidoe black cotton panties and bra with red stiletto’s.  She had long flowing black hair, dark eyes, the most delicate pale skin and legs that went on forever. Tending the fire and the branding iron was a muscular man wearing leather pants and hat.  I noticed that the walls appeared to be marked with what appeared to be symbols that I recognized to be tags.

The man then walked over to the woman and said, ‘Simone.  I Mark, being the dominant, ask your consent to allow me to place my brand permanently on your body forever marking you as my property.  Do you consent?”

She said, ‘Yes, willingly.”

The dom said, ‘As I brand your body with my tag I promise to love and care for you.  This tag will become a permanent mark of our bond to each other.”

She said, “I love you Mark”.

He said, “I love you to Simone.  We shall proceed.’

 

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He then placed a hell’s couture bit gag in her mouth so that she could bite down on it when the branding started.  Mark then removed her black panties revealing that she wore a G-String underneath.  He then put on a leather glove that would allow him to hold the branding iron without getting burnt which he then did.  With the other hand he brought the bucket with ice in it and placed it beside her. Slowly and carefully he then moved the red hot brand to the right cheek of her sensual bottom.  As soon as the brand touched her skin smoke began to come out and a sizzling sound like a steak on a bbq was made.  Simone moaned and after about 10 seconds that felt like 30 minutes he removed the branding iron from her rump.  After he placed the branding iron safely on the cauldron he took some ice from the bucked and started to rub it on the burn that was now on her skin.

The tag was red but clearly I could see the letter M with another letter T being superimposed on it.  Probably these were the initials of Mark.  Mark was checking to see if Simone was ok, and then tearfully but with a smile she said, “I love you more than anything else Mark’.

Mark released her hands and they both kissed passionately.

I was totally enthralled by this exchange before my eyes – it was such a bonding and personal experience that I was having the fortune to share with this couple and the 30 or so onlookers that occupied the seats.  Although not official it was like a wedding ceremony only to me rather than exchange some wedding rings that could be removed afterwards this expression of love would last forever. I looked at the watch and realized that more than 30 minutes had passed and my show time would soon commence.  I vowed not to look in any rooms and head straight to the VIP bar for a drink before going downstairs for the 1am show I was to participate in.

After just witnessing a human slave tagging I really felt I needed a drink. Regardless of how great I felt about the whole commitment thing it had taken a lot out of me. So without looking to either side I headed straight to the VIP bar so as not to be side tracked by what may be occurring in any of those other rooms. It had become apparent to me that this club had very few boundaries save that anything happening must be consensual. So at the bar I ordered my double Jack and coke when this glamour sidled up beside me. A glamour with long straight brunette hair sidled up beside me – the first thing I noticed was the smell. It was intoxicating somewhere between a ripe rose and fragrant jacaranda.

She said, ‘How you doing tiger? My name’s Cynthia. I hear you are the opening entertainment.’

I was already feeling nervous and having second thoughts about agreeing to participate in the first show of the evening – without know what part I was to play. Now my heart jumped into my throat and was beating at a hundred miles an hour.

I stammered, ‘Yeah, how did you know. What’s it all about?”

She said, ‘Relax, it will all be fine. I am in it too. I just wanted to sit down with you for a few minutes. Get to know you, you get to know me so we are comfortable with each other and the whole situation.’

I sighed, ‘That would be great’.

So we chatted for what seemed 10 seconds but in reality turned out to be close to half an hour. In that time I noticed that at the VIP bar clothing was optional and many members were in various states of dress and undress. Cynthia was as I said gorgeous. She was about 5 feet 8 inches tall, slender build, she was wearing a sequin black top but with lace see through bits and her dark nipples were upright with the areola like saucers of chocolate milk. Her thighs were silken and appeared oiled with panties of sequin at front and sheer see through nylon at back. Her ass was as tight as an accountant’s purse and had my cock strung as tight as a banjo string from her opening line. Finally I was at ease as to the show that was about to occur, luckily so as over the speaker came a voice

’10 minutes to SHOWTIME!!!’

Cynthia grabbed me by the hand as I downed my second Jack and coke and said, ‘Come this way it is time to get prepped’.

She led me down a rear stairwell and down into a room at the bottom of the stairs. The room had a long couch, a number of chairs and mirrors and a large cabinet. She opened the cabinet door and brought out a set of fur lined leather ankle and wrist restraints as she said , ‘Courtesy of hell’s couture’.

With that she knelt down in front of me and began placing the ankle restraints tightly to my ankles. As she was doing that a sexy blonde in white lingerie entered the room.

Cynthia said, ‘This is Isabella, she is my girlfriend and wants to be part of the show. Hope you don’t mind.”

Mind, hell no I thought as my banjo string just about twang. ‘Sure.’ I said,

Isabella started to tighten the wrist restraints tightly against my wrists and just as the last buckle was done out, almost on cue, I heard – ‘ITS SHOWTIME’.

So..finally the time had arrived with the calling out ‘It’s Showtime’ from Hell’s Couture. With my wrist and ankle cuffs secured I was led center stage in front of a few hundred onlookers in this BDSM club. What had I let myself in for. As I looked around I saw a device standing centre stage where I was being led.

As I tried to work out its function Isabella said to me, ‘Remember. Relax. Njoy the moment.’

 

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It was then that I realized it was some form of Bondage Restraint Device. Second thoughts began to race through my mind. What the hell had I let myself in for. Isabella confidently grabbed my wrists one by one and attached them to a bar with my wrists securely tied approximately 3 feet apart. Isabella then raised this bar up causing my arms to extended upwards until they were standing vertically to the ground. She then lowered herself and moved a second bar which she then used to attach each of my ankle cuffs securely to it.

The MC then announced, ‘The moment you have all been waiting for. Lets hear if for Madame Cynthia’.

With this the crowd went wild and as I turned my head I saw the vision of beauty I had seen at the bar walking slowly towards me with a cunning smile on her face. It was the same woman but now she walked with an air of authority, of dominance, if I could I would have bowed down before her but I was in Hell’s Couture Restraints that were now attached to Metal bars attached to my wrists and ankles.

Cynthia said to me, ‘How you doing big boy? Still up for it?’

My lips moved but nothing came out. My heart was racing faster than Phar Lap and felt like it was going to come out my mouth. All I could manage was nod to the affirmative as I felt a cold sweat slowly cover my body. God, this was intense.

So without further ado she grabbed hold of a rope and as I looked up saw that it was attached to a pulley system fixed to the roof. As she pulled I felt pressure on my ankles and slowly my feet were being lifted from the ground backwards. With each pull my feet were being pulled backwards whilst my hands and upper body were being propelled forwards. Time seemed to slow down and what I know to be seconds felt like minutes until my body was perfectly horizontal to the ground. As my arms and legs were fully extended I found it difficult to move and even just trying to lift my head to the side I found difficult. I knew now that I was entirely at the mercy of Cynthia the mistress. As these thoughts came to my head Isabella appeared to my side and fitted a ball gag in my mouth secured by leather strapping to the rear of my head. It seems now I could not even speak or yell out. Having never been dominated before it really was turning out to be a night that was unexpected but would be remembered forever. Madame Cynthia came beside me and I struggled to lift my head when I heard a ‘Crack’ that I new to be from a stockman’s whip.

In a cold and calculated voice I heard her say to me, ‘Keep your head down or I will blindfold you as well.’

I took the crack of the whip to be a stern warning and knew that I was in no position to disobey so did as she willed. So with face towards the ground I saw in my peripheral vision the gorgeous legs of Cynthia beside me and then felt her gentle touch as she slowly and sensually rubbed what felt to be warm oil on my back. Gently she allowed her fingers to stroke up and down my back from the top of my G-Sting to the nape of my neck. It was delightful and sending sparkling shivers up and down my spine. A man could get used to this..

And just as I was getting totally relaxed, Whack – across my back. Lightning bolts, sparks and shivers exploded in my head like hells couture……  Is this what masochists must feel?  Suddenly the curtains drew and a sad but delightful crescendo began to sound. Its steady rhythm almost took the place of the massive surprise that had filled me. An audience sat before me waiting to see the performance Isabella, Cynthia and I would deliver. Now I was aware that I had volunteered to perform but I had been sheepish enough to assume it would be a private show. Naturally, I felt like an idiot lying on these Egyptian cotton sheets regaling in their soft sensation, restrained by my Hell’s couture cuffs. The Jack and coke from earlier kicked in, as if on cue, giving me a mighty sense of Dutch courage.

 

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Cynthia strutted her beautiful ass round the bed and the crowd applauded her. They too, no doubt were also appreciating her beauty. She was dressed in the lace top from earlier and sexy lingerie that went up to her thighs. Her ass was bare but it was clear she had worn a thong to highlight it. Isabella was dressed in a metal looking bra, a thong and sexy women’s stockings. Both of them were dressed in 6 inch Louboutin heels. Cynthia turned toward her lover and gave her a slight nod that did not mean much to me. Isabella walked casually to the bed and gave me a mighty slap across the face. I felt dazed. No woman, including the one who conceived me, had ever displayed physical aggression toward me in my life. I was in a momentary state of shock followed by a weird sensation of erotic episodes. She continued slapping me until I could not hold it any longer.

‘More!’ I screamed.

‘Stop! Like many things, pleasure is not given when it is demanded.’ Cynthia said.

I did not understand this statement and looked up at Isabella who had gone back to her prior position before the nod. I realized that Cynthia was in command here. She was the one calling the shots. Independent women are so sexy. My cock began to twang again demanding to be thrust into Cynthia. She bent over me and said ‘I make the rules. Got it?’.

‘Yes.’

‘yes what?’ she said while  slapping me. ‘

Yes, Madam!’

She proceeded to tell the audience how men in this world have the notion that they can control pleasure. Cynthia told them about how it has always been the woman’s job to control pleasure but the woman does not know this. All through her performance all I could think about was how cold I began feeling. I was naked dressed only in what Brad Pitt was wearing during Troy. I do not know if this kind of clothing has a name yet. The Hells couture cuffs felt tight. I don’t think I had ever been in handcuffs before. The suspension device cling to my body and it needed some getting used to. Bondage felt good. It felt, sexy. I heard applauding and it occurred to me that her speech was over. She opened a suitcase of some sort and took out a whip.

Cynthia ordered me to masturbate. I wondered how this was possible since I was in Hells couture cuffs. The longer I took to think about it the more I got whipped. The whips provided a sensation that was not more of pain but wanting. The more she whipped me the more I wanted and craved to whip her too. I began holding my cock and carrying on with the usual upward and downward movement. I was lost in the feeling of how good it felt to display this beautiful structure to total strangers. It felt amazing being watched. I had my eyes closed all along and opened them only when I realized someone had yanked them off my penis.

Isabella proceeded to kiss my cock and I began to cry out.

Every time I cried out Cynthia whipped me harder and I yelled ‘Yes Madam!’

Never had sexual intercourse been so intimate yet distant to me. No longer after, Cynthia came closer and began to kiss my hair. I did not know why this was necessary really because I was already building from what Isabella was doing to me.

‘I’m coming’, I said in a quiet moan.

‘Stop!’ Cynthia ordered Isabella. ‘There is no room for coming here’, she said to me in a whisper.

 

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She whipped me and I began to cry out, ‘I am going to punish you so bad’. Cynthia stared at me. I could see her erect nipples through that lace top she was wearing. Isabella was still wiping her mouth while staring at my cock. I could tell she liked it. She wanted it too. Cynthia began to un-cuff me from the Hell’s couture cuffs leaving my legs suspended to the bed.

‘Show me what you’re made of’, she said.

I pulled Isabella closer to the bed and ordered her to kiss Cynthia – there. It was so erotic to watch both of them and I stroked my cock but I knew it wanted only one thing. I told Isabella to stop her  beautiful assault of Cynthia and told Cynthia to climb on my cock. She did so slowly and I could tell she felt wonderful having my penis thrust into her. This was my time to shine. I began to smack her ass repeatedly as pressure continued building within me. I was not going to let myself fall short from the threat I had just made to Cynthia. I looked at the crowd for a moment and could see that they were pleased. I pulled out of Cynthia and thrust my middle finger into her ass.I looked at her and could see that she was pleasantly surprised.

She moaned out ‘ Master!!’ which drove me wild.

I began to feel like I was on a mission which was to give this girl an orgasm she had never experienced in her life. I ordered her to take off my leg restraints and the suspension device. I watched her hurriedly do so. She was, by no doubt, eager to please. I could see little beads of sweat trickling from her face and slowly make their way toward her eyes. My God she had beautiful eyes. Was this woman really beautiful everywhere? I ordered Isabella to make love to Cynthia on the Egyptian sheets. I watched them while stroking my cock again. Isabella was so determined while performing this act of ‘love’ toward her girlfriend. Her face never twitched and I began to wonder if this was her first time too. Cynthia had been so confident up to this point it was difficult imagining that this had been her first time. I smacked Isabella’s ass. She had a beautiful round ass. I had wanted to smack it since I first saw it in the prepping room.

I thrust myself into Isabella’s ass and she screamed out. In that moment, I could not tell whether she was experiencing pain or pleasure but by the look on her face, she did not mind what she was feeling. I yanked myself into that round smack able ass and began moaning too. I held Cynthia’s breasts surprised that her nipples were still erect. She had such beautiful nipples. Cynthia was crying out too. I was sure she had reached her orgasm. I felt proud and I could see her trying to hide her smile. She held on to the soft Hells couture cuffs. She was rubbing them gently to feel that soft, brown cotton.

I was slowly building ‘higher…faster no more!’ as my spunk flew from my cock into her wet pussy. I collapsed on Isabella’s back and we all lay there on each other satisfied, the curtains closed and thunderous applause followed. 

 

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My Friends Dad Gave Me a Blow Job!

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I had just turned 16, and it went off with a bang.  Great party with friends but it was the day after and time to relax.  The last couple of years I had been questioning my sexuality and finding a desire to want to be closer with a man.  Couldn’t really share it with any of my mates though as they were all straight as and none had even given an inkling of being interested in me or another man.

So I rang Gary, my best friend who was a year older then me and asked if I could come round.  It was sweltering hot and he had a pool, so I figured it would be an awesome way to spend a lazy afternoon.  So off I went to Gary’s house and lazed around the pool with him for most of the afternoon.

About 5pm he piped up and said, “Jules, I’ve got to go football training.  You want to hang around here until I come back.  Dad won’t mind.’

I weighed up my options, they had a nice cool pool with nothing to do except enjoy the sun or a steaming hot house and cleaning up after the party.  Well, I think you would have to agree with my choice.

 

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So off went Gary as I lay on the blow up pool bed, floating not a care in the world, I might have even dozed off for a little while, when I heard this swishing of water.  As I looked up, what a surprise, here is Gary’s dad entering the pool.  He was a buff 50 year old and handsome to boot.

I said, ‘Hey, how you doing Mr Walters?”

He said, “Fine.  I hear you just turned 16.  How was the party?”

I said, ‘Recovering Mr. Walters – but you know what they say – I’m now old enough to fuck.’

Shit, I didn’t know which way to look.  Did I really say that to Gary’s dad – how embarrassing! I looked away and awkwardly splashed some water on me in a vain attempt to cool down from the awkwardness.

BUT, here was me thinking I was going to be chastised for using the F word or something but instead a grin appeared on Mr. Walters face and he slowly swam towards me.  I don’t know whether it was my testosterone or what but as he got closer I started to get an erection and by the time he got to me it was a raging hard on.  Not many places to hide when you got a hard on in a pair of speedos and no shirt.  I was just about to roll off the mat and try to find somewhere for me and my hard on to hide when Mr. Walters without saying a word put his hand on my throbbing cock starting to stroke it.  What the fuck!  He was a mature gay?

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By this stage my hormones were going through the roof and my testosterone level would have been enough to inject a whole field of race horses and my heart was racing and my head was spinning and there was no doubt in my mind that it was related to my cock being stroked.  Mr. Walters casually pulled my speedos down until my cock sprang to attention like a soldier meeting the president.  As I watched in utter disbelieve Mr. Walters put his mouth over my cock and gave me the biggest deep throat I have ever experiences.  After a couple of tugs and sucks I burst into uncontrollable ejaculations, moaning and shaking like a mad boy as Mr. Walters slowly drifted to the side of the pool and left.  Leaving me to wonder what that gay exchange was about!!

So after the first gay blow job of my life Mr. Walters just up and left the pool, without saying a word leaving me to wonder what the hell that gay exchange was about. Without knowing what to do or say I slipped off the inflatable pool mat and slowly swam to the side, getting out of the pool and wrapping a towel round me to dry off, you’d think that my cock would have died down by now – but I was still kind of buzzing. I was feeling a little light headed and I wasn’t sure whether that was because of the sun, or if I was still horny as hell. I was still in a little shock. Slowly I walked to the back sun room and called out, ‘Mr Walters’ but there was no answer.  It all seemed odd to me now, usually I would have no hesitation walking into the house with Gary my best mate but Gary was at footie practice.  Do I go in or go home?

Leaving my misgivings behind I meekly walked into the kitchen and called out again, ‘Mr Walters!’

I heard him yell out, ‘Up here Jules, in the main bedroom.’

My youthful libido started to kick in again and up the stairs I walked in my slightly wet speedo’s that did nothing to hide the excitement I was feeling again.  As I entered the main bedroom there was Mr. Walters sitting up in the bed stroking the most massive cock I had ever seen before.

It actually scared me until he said, ‘Come over here son’ as he patted the side of his bed.

I sat beside him as he continued to stroke his massive mature gay cock until he finally grabbed my hand and showed me how to stroke it.  The hardness and thickness of it gave me shivers and naughty thought came into my 16 year gay virgins head.

Mr Walters then said, ‘One good turn deserves another’.

Sslowly forced my head down onto his engorged penis.  As I parted my lips and allowed his head to enter my mouth I tasted a little pre-ejaculation fluid which was a little salty.  The furthest I had gone before in gay play was a bit of groping and touching at a drunken party so every single one of my senses was alert.  My heart was pumping and my cock was throbbing.

Mr. Walters pushed my head further down the shaft of his penis and my saliva began to lubricate it so my mouth could go up and down it without friction.  His cock was so big I could only take about a quarter of its length and its thickness filled my mouth.  He tried to force it down further but I gagged and came off his cock coughing and spluttering.

He said, ‘Don’t worry Jules, was just seeing how far you could go.’

He then pushed me down flat on the bed and went to a 69 position, he was on top and as his cock went inside and out of my mouth I could see his balls and glimpses of his firm ass.  God, I was getting turned on – and then he swallowed my cock hole again.  The man had no gag reflex as my cock was hitting the back of his throat with reckless abandon and within 30 seconds I again started ejaculating like a Cream Sundae.  This was embarrassing, it was like he knew exactly which buttons to press that would send me into a spin and I simply couldn’t control myself.

But Mr Walters knew just what to do…

 

Thoughts were twirling through me head, was I going to be a gay dud fuck, will I be able to satisfy another mature gay man.  Two ejaculations and my staying power was a matter of seconds started to put those doubts through my mind as Mr. Walters patiently waited for me to come back to reality as I eventually refocused and saw his giant cock dangling in front of my mouth.

Mr. Walters said, ‘Jules are you Ok?’

I said, ‘Sorry Mr. Walters I didn’t mean to cum.’

He laughed and maneuvered himself so he mounted me and I face down on the bed.  I could feel his iron cock hard up in the groove of my buttocks.

I said, ‘Mr Walters, I have never had sex with another man’.

He said, ‘I thought so, just take it easy and relax’.

With that he took out a bottle of SuperSlyde and applied it on my back and started to massage me.  Starting from the neck, then the back and lower back. All the time I could feel that donkey dick traveling down.  God he gave good massage and that cock felt like electricity.  He then started to rub my but cheeks, starting in a circular motion and always seeming to spread my cheeks.  Naughty thoughts ran through my head as I imagined the view that he must be getting.  Spreading my asshole wide each time he massaged.

Slowly, he rolled me to my side and slid behind me putting me in a spoon position.  I was nervous but excited and the prospect of loosing my gay virginity.  My Walters then breathed deeply in my ear and licked it and ever so slowly lubed up my ass with more SuperSlyde.  It was silky and smooth and he began to gently massage my butt-hole – it was tingling with excitement as he slowly put one and then two finger in my ass. He then went real close so I could feel his throbbing cock that now felt harder that titanium in the groove of my butt cheeks.  Slowly he started to move it up and down and with the lubricant it felt silky smooth but hard.  With the hand that he had been fingering my ass he now brought to the front and started stroking my cock again that immediately stood to attention.

He then said in a deep guttural voice, ‘Relax now Jules,’ as he bit hard on my neck and started to suck.

I could feel the head of his cock start to penetrate my ass but as it got about and inch in started to hurt.  Mr Walters seemed to read this and stopped, then slowly, ever so slowly kept pushing that massive cock of his into my virgin ass.  It was uncomfortable but not overly so and whilst he was continuing to bite down on my neck and jerk me off was almost pleasurable UNTIL… His full 8 plus inches were fully inside me and he started to pump me, the fireworks started, my ass loosened up and I was in heaven.   Oh my god, what had I been missing out on all this time as Mr Walters gentle pumps turned into thrusts.

So Mr. Walters gentle pumps turned into thrusts as he de-virginised my previously untouched butt hole.  The harder he pounded my ass the less it hurt and the more I got into it.  I started to lift my ass and go into the doggie position which seemed to encourage him more and this mature gay man was banging my asshole and I was loving it a started screaming for more. Somehow Mr Walters continued to be able to hold my cock and stroke it whilst he was pounding my cock which maintained my erection but kept the premature ejaculations I had previously worried about at bay.  It was like it didn’t matter how much he wanked my wad it just wouldn’t cum.  I was feeling on top of the world – Not only was my 16 year old asshole being sexually destroyed in the best way but I was managing to hold that embarrassment at bay.

If it was at all possible he was even pounding me harder and started to grunt and groan.  I could feel his thrust become more erratic and the force into which he was entering made me wonder if my butt hole would ever be the same.  Finally Mr Walter let out an almighty scream and I felt hot, hot semen entering deep inside my ass, flooding my prostate and now for the third time in little under an hour my loins exploded with him still inside me and man did I come.  I was letting out my own screams until after the fifth or sixth ejaculation I stopped and as we returned to the spooning position with him still inside me started trembling.  I could feel hot spunk starting to trickle out of my ass as it started to spasm slowly forcing the now semi-erect penis out.  As it slid out what felt like a cup full of jism flowed out and down my legs.

Mr. Walters said, ‘How was that Jules.’

I said, ‘The best Mr Walters.  I would never have imagined.’

He said, ‘What would you say if I asked you to come to a gay sex party with me.  The other guys would absolutely love a fresh young thing like you.’

Now knowing beyond doubt that my sexual preference was other men and wanting to experience it all.

I replied, ‘Absolutely’.

At the same time as I replied I heard running up the stairs.  Oh shit it was Gary, Mr Walters son coming home from footie practice.  I thought to myself, what the hell am I going to do now?….

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The Art Of Modern Day Dating!

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The art of getting laid is quite easy and frankly everyone can do it. However, there comes a time when one cannot really get to enjoy the complete workings and the harmony of the couple sex mechanism. This happens due to many reasons that are involved in the dynamics at play. First of all, the need of getting laid is quite a lot in all of the individuals and hence these problems need to be solved in a healthy manner. When it comes to a healthy manner, people mostly think about counseling and also going to a complete psychiatrist. However, the need of doing that is not at all necessary. Due to this one can easily get hold of a lot of enjoyment with the process of great stuff like that of the various sex toy usages.

The use of a sex toy can really help in making things wonderful.

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Individuals need what they can’t have, and somewhat fun loving prodding demonstrates that you’re intrigued, additionally attracts individuals. There is a basic strategy called

pushing and pulling

where, similar to a little cat with a string, you dangle a compliment inside achieve, then force it back. For example

“You’re the coolest individual I’ve met… at this bar, in any case.”

“You truly are a geek, it’s lovable!”

The key here is to totally abstain from making underhanded compliments, similar to

“you have an awesome grin, even with those teeth.”

Keep it fun loving, inviting, and make it bounteously clear that you’re prodding. Do it with a major grin, have a ton of fun and act naturally expostulating keeping in mind you’re grinding away, utilize your prodding as a chance to do some coy touching.

It’s great to tease people whilst flirting and playing off what each other says. Try not to constrain an adjustment in the discussion, and keep things light. Likewise remember that a few people don’t care for prodding or witty exchange, so be prepared to switch gears. On the off chance that you say something unfunny or annoying, apologize and change the theme. Try not to make it about you, and don’t move the fault on them, similar to “I’m sad you were annoyed.” Acknowledge that you botched up and proceed onward to a more satisfied subject. If all else fails, we recommend you simply be an extraordinary listener. It allows individuals to open up about themselves, and allows you to unwind.

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