Tag: Exibitionist

Tied Up And Made To Confess

by on Mar.25, 2009, under BDSM

Maggie was off on another adventure. She could not believe how her life changed after meeting the mysterious man on the internet. Maggie’s husband, Leo frequently worked late at night. Maggie entertained herself by going in and out of adult chat rooms on the internet. 

Over a month ago, Maggie met her mysterious man in one of those chat rooms. She was reluctant to comply with his demands to email him separately. After all, Maggie was a 33-year-old Mother of three children. Although she kept herself in great shape with a daily exercise routine, she and Leo were very conservative in bed, always making love in the missionary position.  (continue reading…)

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Take My Picture

by on Mar.08, 2009, under BDSM

This isn’t an excuse. I’m not ashamed of my actions, really. I did it, and that’s just a part of who I am. You should know my reckless behaviour by now, and I’m not going to apologize for something I did several years ago that didn’t harm anybody. And don’t tell me I’m a victim, because I made a choice. I’m the one who did it. This is just an explanation. I feel I owe you that much. 

How it happened was I was sitting cross-legged on my bed, fumbling through my cardboard box of restraints. Albert, my roommate at the time, was standing by the doorway, digital camera in hand, watching me with an enthusiasm he wasn’t very good at hiding. 

He’d known about my sexuality since a few months beforehand. That I enjoyed being tied up, I mean. He also knew I was bisexual, but that never seemed to matter by comparison. That was more a romantic orientation than a sexual one, anyway. Sexually, I’m submissive, and that’s pretty much all there is to it. Albert wasn’t into that sort of thing, and I didn’t see him that way anyway, but this wasn’t sex. This was something more than that.  (continue reading…)

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Give Them A Show

by on Feb.20, 2009, under BDSM

Alison closed her eyes and began to climax. It was her fourth time so far. She prayed that the vibrator would not escape her lips, that her resolve–and her sense of self-preservation–would not fail. Looking out over the city, she moaned deeply into her throat.

This time, she thought, they had gone too far. No…Bob had gone too far. But Alison had let him. 

You stupid shit, she thought.

Tonight was another variation on their “volunteer” theme: Bondage, where in order to avoid a misery even worse, the victim contributed to her own torment. Such as the previous week, when Alison had submitted to ten hours of ball-gagging. Rather than push the ball out of her mouth, she had left it there the entire night, moaning and crying and pleading for help. The ache in her jaw, however awful, was nothing compared to the torment facing her nipples. (continue reading…)

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