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Hell, why not?!
The BDSM Craving Thread
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Hell, why not?!
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I find that it helps being on all fours and while He slowly slides in and out of my pussy getting it coated with juices if He plays his thumb over and around my back hole alternately slapping one cheek and then the other. Opens me up pretty good.
As for what i am craving right now....yeah...that
As for what i am craving right now....yeah...that
I prefer a thick cock for anal. The thickest I have ever seen is the cock of Lady Claire's husband. It is as thick as a woman's wrist. The first time I was "raped" anally by it (with only the lube from my pussy) I screamed and passed out. When I came to, his cock was totally inside me, then he fucked me with powerful, punishing thrusts. It was wonderful. I only cry softly now, but what I CRAVE is a cock thick enough to make me scream and pass out.
Lady Claire's slut Jena
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From my limited experience, giving and receiving, a good spanking makes a great submission to take the painful enterance more enjoyable.
Lizzie_Borden
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Indeedy.
I also find that that slimy saliva from nearly choking on his cock several times seems to work remarkably well. I was so surprised.
Or.. a smaller vibe or dildo might also help more. When I was still rather new at anal, I found with plugs, because they taper to stay seated, my ass ended up closing around the base of the plug. Sure, it's open a little bit, but obviously less than the wider part of the plug that's further inside.
With the dildos and vibes, my ass stayed open, and thus more accommodating for dick.
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That would work as well for me....but still would take my other preferences...lol
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I am craving my sub, coming home with me after an evening out, doing as I direct, and stripping in the car, then following me to the door dressed only in her lingerie. Upon entering the house, I tell her to fetch the toy box. She returns, sets it on the table next to me and knees at my feet, ready for the real fun to begin.
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There is something sexy about a sharp dressed man. That’s the first think Christine noticed about Dr. Morris. That and his handsome look and pale brown eyes. She was a sophomore taking his history class. Like a nerd, she sat in the very front of the class right in front of his desk. She kept checking out his package as he walked back and forth in front of the class barely noticing his introduction to History 102. She was squirming. Only knowing him a few minutes yet she knew that she would suck his cock if only he would ask. And spanking, oh my God, thinking about her bending over his desk for a bare ass spanking almost made her gush. There were other pretty girls in the class but she felt his eyes on her a lot. Did he like her? Fuck, she hoped so. She checked her watch to see how long before she could cum in the bathroom stall. There would be no waiting until she got home. She bit her lip and tried to think about something else. Her jeans were already spotting.
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She was relieved when he ended the first class early. Fewer girls would be in the bathroom and she was pretty loud. But she couldn’t wait to cum thinking about riding his big cock. Dr. Morris was a tall guy and she imagined he had a big one. She hoped one day she would find out. She came in less than a minute. Gushing into the bowl. She couldn’t wait to get home to fuck her pussy properly. His pussy. Did she really say his pussy? She knew at that moment she was hopelessly lost.
She gave herself four orgasms when she got home relieved that her parents weren’t there so she could scream. Dr. Morris. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. He had no ring on his finger either. No wife. She wondered if he had a girlfriend. It didn’t matter. If he did she would steal him away. She would do anything he asked including licking his ass. She came two more times before she fell asleep with Dr. Morris taking her every hole. She even woke up thinking about him being fairly certain she had dreamed about him.
She gave herself four orgasms when she got home relieved that her parents weren’t there so she could scream. Dr. Morris. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. He had no ring on his finger either. No wife. She wondered if he had a girlfriend. It didn’t matter. If he did she would steal him away. She would do anything he asked including licking his ass. She came two more times before she fell asleep with Dr. Morris taking her every hole. She even woke up thinking about him being fairly certain she had dreamed about him.
I wonder how many women have had similar feelings about a man (or woman) and have been too embarrassed to speak to anyone about it? How many women go through life believing they are not supposed to become sexually aroused by the physical beauty of someone they do not love?
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The premise of the story is true. Except she never acted on it. If he had offered she says she would have not refused him. The names were changed to protect the innocent.
Taking a fantasy and turning it into reality. It's very fun for her.
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Something deep, dark and intense.
And no, not coffee.
And no, not coffee.
There are several well dressed men and women in the room, seated at tiny tables in a circle around a sort of altar. Attached to the four corners of the altar there are stainless steel rings. I am led to the altar by two muscular men, naked except for loincloths which are lifted on the masts of their erections. They lift me onto the altar, slamming me face down on the cool, leather surface with a force hard enough to knock the breath from me. My wrists and ankles are bound to the rings. The bonds are not drawn tight....not at first....but then a button is pushed and a mechanism raises the surface beneath my body, elevating my behind and causing my bonds to tighten.
Then the Mistress enters the room.
I had thought she would be a big woman, but that isn't so. She is tiny, barely five-one or five-two. She has smallish breasts, which are bare, a flat belly and wide hips. A black, leather G-string covers her pubes and her legs are encased in black, fishnet stockings. She is wearing black boots with stiletto heels which add six inches to her height. In her right hand she carries a whip made of black leather. She snaps the whip. I shudder.
A moment later, she positions herself beside me....feet apart, whip ready to perform the painful duty of tormenting my flesh. "Scream if you wish, my dear," she says, then three things happen almost as one. The whip hisses through the air. It cracks across my behind. I scream, and as my scream echos around me, the men and women watching applaud.
Lady Claire's naughty slut, Jena
Then the Mistress enters the room.
I had thought she would be a big woman, but that isn't so. She is tiny, barely five-one or five-two. She has smallish breasts, which are bare, a flat belly and wide hips. A black, leather G-string covers her pubes and her legs are encased in black, fishnet stockings. She is wearing black boots with stiletto heels which add six inches to her height. In her right hand she carries a whip made of black leather. She snaps the whip. I shudder.
A moment later, she positions herself beside me....feet apart, whip ready to perform the painful duty of tormenting my flesh. "Scream if you wish, my dear," she says, then three things happen almost as one. The whip hisses through the air. It cracks across my behind. I scream, and as my scream echos around me, the men and women watching applaud.
Lady Claire's naughty slut, Jena
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Steve taught his last class and locked the classroom and headed to the gym to meet Aaron. Aaron was a long time friend and also a professor.
“Hey Steve, you ready to hit the weights hard?”
‘Sure buddy, I’m going to work your ass off today. Hey you won’t believe this girl in my second period class named Christine. She looks like she just walked off an Italian beach. I have a feeling she likes me too.”
“Well, don’t go thinking with your dick. Dating students is a bad idea,” said Aaron.
“I know but the heart wants what it wants. I just don’t know if she is my type,” said Steve.
“You mean the slutty submissive type?”
“You know me too well. Lets start with the bench press.”
Later that night once Steve got back to the condo, he fixed dinner still thinking about Christine. He broke out the expensive lube he bought for anal sex and masturbated while he thought about Christine serving him. Crawling for him. How he wanted to claim every hole as his own. He came harder than he had come in a long time. Showered off and slept like a baby.
Christine took extra time with her make-up as if were at date the next morning. She picked out her favorite short dress that showed a little cleavage. She put on her favorite perfume along with a little of her pussy juice which was damp all morning.
Once again Steve was impeccably dressed in a jacket and matching pants and a blue silk tie. As he entered the room he walked up to Christine and put his hand on her shoulder.
“Christine, you need to see me after class?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied with her heart almost leaping out of her chest.”
She barely heard a word of his lecture just wondering why he wanted to see her. The class emptied as she walked up to his desk.
“Hi Christine. I was talking to Dr. Doyle and he as too many students he is advising so I took over several and it included you. When is a good time for you to come by my office tomorrow? I want to go over your schedule with you and just get to know you a little better.”
“My last class is at two,” she said as her knees felt like they would buckle.
Dr. Doyle was a golfing buddy of Steve and he agreed to release Christine to him if Steve forgave a fifty dollar bet from Sunday. Dr. Doyle was also a Master who lived with two women, one an ex student so Steve knew he could trust him.
“Hey Steve, you ready to hit the weights hard?”
‘Sure buddy, I’m going to work your ass off today. Hey you won’t believe this girl in my second period class named Christine. She looks like she just walked off an Italian beach. I have a feeling she likes me too.”
“Well, don’t go thinking with your dick. Dating students is a bad idea,” said Aaron.
“I know but the heart wants what it wants. I just don’t know if she is my type,” said Steve.
“You mean the slutty submissive type?”
“You know me too well. Lets start with the bench press.”
Later that night once Steve got back to the condo, he fixed dinner still thinking about Christine. He broke out the expensive lube he bought for anal sex and masturbated while he thought about Christine serving him. Crawling for him. How he wanted to claim every hole as his own. He came harder than he had come in a long time. Showered off and slept like a baby.
Christine took extra time with her make-up as if were at date the next morning. She picked out her favorite short dress that showed a little cleavage. She put on her favorite perfume along with a little of her pussy juice which was damp all morning.
Once again Steve was impeccably dressed in a jacket and matching pants and a blue silk tie. As he entered the room he walked up to Christine and put his hand on her shoulder.
“Christine, you need to see me after class?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied with her heart almost leaping out of her chest.”
She barely heard a word of his lecture just wondering why he wanted to see her. The class emptied as she walked up to his desk.
“Hi Christine. I was talking to Dr. Doyle and he as too many students he is advising so I took over several and it included you. When is a good time for you to come by my office tomorrow? I want to go over your schedule with you and just get to know you a little better.”
“My last class is at two,” she said as her knees felt like they would buckle.
Dr. Doyle was a golfing buddy of Steve and he agreed to release Christine to him if Steve forgave a fifty dollar bet from Sunday. Dr. Doyle was also a Master who lived with two women, one an ex student so Steve knew he could trust him.
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