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Netflix Original Gerald’s Game – BDSM to Save a Marriage?

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I watched the new Netflix thriller “Gerald’s Game” over the weekend.  It’s the one with the poster showing the lead character (played by Carla Gugino) chained the a bed with handcuffs wearing a sexy slip.  Yeah, now you know the one I mean.

So the movie is actually very good, and I recommend watching it.  But I want to address the kink-related aspect of it – don’t worry this doesn’t really contain any spoilers, this only relates to the first 10 minutes of the movie.

The Scene

We have this scene where the husband (Gerald) and the wife (Jessie) start to play with some bondage.  But everything about it is the antithesis of what BDSM should be about – let me count the ways.

He surprises her with the handcuffs that he brought along on their romantic getaway to  a remote lakehouse.  Based on their conversation, they had experimented with bondage previously and he realized that she wasn’t into it, but went along with it to please him. Gerald persuades Jessie to let him handcuff her and at first she is ok with it. And then he starts doing a series of things which they had not discussed or negotiated previously: biting, intruder roleplay, covering her mouth, daddy dom roleplay (which is evidently a trigger for her). Before too long Jessie tells him she doesn’t like it, and tells him several times to stop. He stops once only after she kicks him, then tries again and only stops when she bites his lip.

Sadly, it seems a pretty realistic portrayal of a kinky partner doing all the wrong things to try and get a vanilla partner to try BDSM. I suspect arguments like these have unfolded in bedrooms all across the country.

If you want to introduce kink to your vanilla relationship, then open communication should be the starting point.  Talk about what you want, establish some parameters, and agree a safe word. Once in-scene, don’t coerce your partner into doing things they don’t want to do, and for fuck’s sake don’t shame them if they want to stop or use their safeword.  If it turns out that you and your partner just aren’t compatible in terms of kink needs, I recommend this article about kinky people dating vanilla.

Final thought – if you are going to put someone into inescapable bondage in an isolated place, even if it is otherwise safe & consensual, consider worst case scenarios and make sure that someone knows where you are how to check in with you.

Writer, photographer, hedonist, Dom. After years of at-home BDSM, Dexx finally embraced the kink community and met many fantastic fellow kinksters in the scene. Along the way, it occurred to him that it would be just super if there was a magazine-style web site which catered to people interested in BDSM, and he recruited some of his friends to help create it. Find him here.

BDSM Scene Ideas: The Interrogation

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I’m a big fan of getting creative with BDSM play. Rope is great, and impact is fine, but what I love most is power exchange, and putting some thought and preparation into creating a great scene can go a long way towards heightening that dynamic.

In this article I’m going to describe one of my favorite scenarios – The Interrogation. It borrows from the genre of captured spy, or dirty cop, and it’s great not only to reinforce the dominance and submission of the participants, but also actually helps in revealing a lot about each other (well, about the sub anyway). Because of that, I generally incorporate this into a relatively early play session with a new play partner. Probably not the very first time, because it helps if a level of trust has already been established, but perhaps the second or third time. Having said that, it’s a classic that can still be fun even if you’ve been playing with them for years.

Important – this scene is for people who already have an established BDSM relationship with their partner, and have already negotiated limits and safewords between them. The scene as described includes several different BDSM aspects, which should each have been discussed and agreed upon between the Dom and sub prior to playing. If any aspect is a problem for either person, you can of course modify and use alternative techniques instead.

What you’ll need:
• Sturdy chair – I prefer one without arms so that the sub’s legs are not prevented from opening. I like simple wooden ones rather than comfortable modern ones, for added effect.
• Ankle & wrist restraints – you could use rope if you want, but for this scene I prefer the convenience of leather cuffs
• Connectors – something to attach the wrist cuffs together, and a lead or strap to connect the ankle cuffs to the back of the chair
• Long leather strap – highly recommended, to secure the torso to the back of the chair. Prevents wriggling around.
• Spotlights x 2
• Nice torture toy – something painful but not too horrible. E.g. a violet wand, or TENS unit on a low setting
• Mean torture toy – something a bit more serious. E.g. a Ta-zapper, or TENS on a higher setting
• Pleasure toy (optional) – e.g. Hitachi or Fleshlight

I put a lot of stock in the ambience of a scene. So you don’t want to just casually invite your submissive to sit in the chair for a spot of interrogation. Instead, build up to it. Perhaps have them waiting in bondage for a little while beforehand, in the dark or with a blindfold on. Then (borrowing some dramatic effect from a spy thriller), suddenly and loudly grab them and manhandle them to the chair. Sit your sub down, and get him or her secured. Start with the wrists behind the back (whether they are behind or in front of the chair back will depend on the chair and your sub’s comfort level, and whether you care about that). Then do the ankles – you’ll want to get the legs spread as wide and far back as you can and then secure the ankle restraints to the chair leg. Finally, put the leather strap in place to secure the torso to the chair back – important to prevent too much wriggling around. Now, I prefer subs to not be wearing any clothes for this scene, so if they aren’t already there this could be a great opportunity to cut the clothes off, which can be a real thrill unto itself for some submissives (obviously, only if this has been negotiated and they aren’t overly attached to whatever they are wearing).

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Make sure the chair is secure and can’t fall backwards! Depending on what you do, the person tied to your chair may jump around a bit – the last thing you want is them falling backwards and being unable to cushion their fall.

Ideally the setting should be dark, which is perfect for now switching on your spotlights and directing them at the submissive. This creates a powerful effect of the person feeling like they are under scrutiny, while obscuring you as the questioner. Be aware of the power of the spotlight and exactly where you are pointing it – you don’t want to cause any permanent vision issues (like with all BDSM activities, I recommend testing on yourself before using on another person).

Now that the scene is set, you can begin the interrogation. Tell the person you are going to ask them some questions. Take an authoritative tone. Let them know you want them to answer you quickly, and truthfully.

I generally have two toys for this part. One mild torture toy like a violet wand set to a relatively gentle level. And one less forgiving toy like a Ta-zapper or simply a higher setting of the wand. You’ll notice the electrical play theme here, which I find accompanies the theme quite well, but you can of course substitute whatever you like for these – impact, clamps etc (electrical play can be dangerous – don’t do it without learning about how to do it safely first).

Explain to your sub that you’ll be using the violet wand as you ask them questions, and that it had better not distract them from answering you. And let them know that if you think they are lying about anything, or answering too slowly, or you otherwise don’t like their answer, then you’ll be using the mean toy on them. At which point you might like to demonstrate once on them for effect.

Now that the tone is set and they are likely in a cooperative frame of mind, you can begin questioning. Start with easy questions:

“What’s your name?”

“How old are you?”

“Where are you from?”

This will get them into the habit of answering you immediately and truthfully. Write down the answers. Even if you already know the answers, it’s part of the ambience and the role. Now, move onto more personal and embarrassing questions:

“How much do you weigh?”

“How many people have you fucked?”

“What sex toys do you own?”

This will help open the person up to you, and move them into a special kind of submissive mindset. Be mindful of any topics that are limits or triggers (which you should already know if you previously done a proper play negotiation). But other than that, aim to keep establishing your position of authority and make them open up and bare all to you.

“Have you ever done any drugs?”

“When was the last time you masturbated?”

“Tell me in detail about a fantasy you think about while masturbating”.

All the while throughout the questioning, you should be teasing them with your violet wand (or other toy of choice). It should add a pleasant level of difficulty as they try to answer your questions. And don’t forget to punish them with the mean toy if they take their time, or don’t provide enough detail, or even if the answer is true but you disapprove, or even pretend to disapprove on moral grounds (e.g. “have you ever cheated on a lover”)

You may decide to press for more details and ask different questions depending on your sub’s answers. In this way, it can be quite bonding as you learn things about them you might not have otherwise. For the sub, I am told it can actually feel quite liberating and exhilarating being made to reveal intimate details – like kinky therapy, perhaps.

And of course, you can file away the info you learn about their fantasies for use in future play scenes.

Once you are done with the questioning, if they have been good then you might choose to use your pleasure toy to get them off – they’ll no doubt be hot and ready for it. But that’s almost a clichéd finish now, so I’ll leave that up to you!

Stay tuned for more scene ideas in future editions.

Have you ever done an interrogation scene, either as the top or the bottom? Tell me about your experiences and any comments you’d like to add below!

Writer, photographer, hedonist, Dom. After years of at-home BDSM, Dexx finally embraced the kink community and met many fantastic fellow kinksters in the scene. Along the way, it occurred to him that it would be just super if there was a magazine-style web site which catered to people interested in BDSM, and he recruited some of his friends to help create it. Find him here.

Review: Locking / buckling wrist cuffs

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Dexx says:

Stockroom was kind enough to send us these leather cuffs to review, so we thought it would be rude not to strap anniebear into them and give her a good spanking. I can confirm that she was held firmly in place and despite some considerable moaning and squirming, she was quite unable to escape… mission accomplished.

These cuffs are part of the standard line of bondage accessories produced by Stockroom, hence the fairly plain sounding product name. They come in a range of colors, including black, pink, and red. We got the red ones, which look quite distinctive and never fail to attract a compliment when being used at a play party or dungeon.

The cuffs have a 2 inch wide main body which fit around the wrists, and then taper to thinner sections at either end. What this achieves is that the thin part can be tucked through and wrapped around the entire wrist. When compared with more traditional style cuffs, you get a much more comfortable and snug fit, and they are also especially robust and secure. Short of some heavy duty fabric shears, there’s no escaping these guys until the top says so!

The buckle features a loop, which allows you to attach padlocks to keep them properly locked if desired. There is also a sturdy D-ring, which is handy for attaching the cuffs to bed posts, dungeon furniture, or each other.

It took a couple of goes to fully understand how to loop them through to close them properly. But overall, these cuffs are sturdy, soft and reliable and I can see then becoming a regular feature of my toy box.

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anniebear says:

I love the helplessness of bondage – it intensifies the power exchange of D/s play and helps me get into a great headspace. If you haven’t had a good spanking while helpless and bound, you haven’t lived.

Leather cuffs like these are great for fast and practical bondage. They may not have the same sensual art as rope bondage, but they get the job done.

There are enough size options that you should be able to get them closed nice and snug, but with enough room so that they are comfortable and don’t inhibit blood flow etc. I had them attached to a loft ladder pulling my wrists high and wide, and they are wide enough that I was comfortable in this position for at least 15 minutes. They aren’t suspension cuffs, so I wouldn’t want them taking my body weight, but fine for holding the weight of my arms.

I love the striking red that these ones came in. They come in some other colors too – I wouldn’t mind trying out the pink ones some time. There are also matching ankle cuffs which I bet would go great with a spreader bar – looking forward to testing those out another time. You can get this this exact pair from Stockroom. Make sure to come back and let us know what you think!

Erotica: Dirty Cop

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My SUV flew along the dark highway at least twenty miles faster than the speed limit but I was on my way to my fuck buddy’s place for some after hours fun and I was already late. My phone buzzed in my lap and I opened the text, taking my eyes off the road for a few moments to read it.

“Where the hell are you? You’re really gonna get it now…”

I felt it between my legs, a violent jolt of electricity, and squeezed my thighs together. I thought of James’s strong hands prying them apart roughly and his low, impatient voice. “Open those fucking legs so I can see what’s mine.”

With one hand on the wheel, I typed my response. “My cunt is dripping wet just thinking about you punishing me.”

I dropped the phone into my lap and prepared to move into the exit lane. Then: a WOOP WOOP, a flash of lights and the black and white California Highway Patrol cruiser pulled alongside me. A police officer, in silhouette, gestured for me to pull off the freeway.

My stomach lurched. Six margaritas in the space of 2 hours over dinner with the girls meant I should not have been driving home. It had seemed like too much of a hassle to have to take a cab home and then pick my car up in the morning; now I was possibly looking at a night in the drink tank; no wait, it was Friday, which would mean I wouldn’t be getting out until Monday.

“Fuck,” I swore to myself as I exited the freeway.

A couple of minutes later I was sitting grimly in my seat, listening to the engine cool. I breathed into my palm, wincing as the top shelf tequila hit my nostrils. There was no way the cop wasn’t going to smell that. I gulped the rest of a bottle of warm water that had been in my car since that morning, swilling the vile tasting liquid around my mouth as I shot a text off to James.

“I just got pulled over by the fucking cops!”

I glanced in my wing mirror to see the officer walking slowly towards me. I fumbled in my purse and glove compartment for my documents, took a deep breath, then rolled the window down and readied my best expression of innocence and bewilderment. He leaned in the window and I smelled axe deodorant and minty toothpaste.

“Good evening ma’am. Do you know why I pulled you over?”

I prepared to plead my case and was immediately thrown off guard by the cop’s striking good looks. Piercing blue eyes, black hair and sensual lips. “I don’t know?” I said lamely.

“I clocked you doing 94 in a 70 mph zone. And you were texting while driving.”

The words tumbled out one after the other. “I swear I had no idea I was going that fast. I was having dinner with friends and I have to work tomorrow so I was in a hurry to get home.” I paused. “I was checking the time on my phone. I wasn’t texting.”

He frowned. “Have you been drinking tonight? ”

“No.”

The cop raised his eyebrows. “Driver’s license, registration and insurance please”.

I handed them over and awaited my fate. He looked over my drivers license. “You live at 72312 Orange Grove?”

“Yes I do.”

“You’re going the wrong way.” He pointed back over his shoulder. “Orange Grove is that way. So… where are you going?”

“To a friend’s.”

He looked at me closely and I swallowed. I was starting to perspire, partly due to guilt but also the close proximity of such a gorgeous police officer. Cop’s uniforms have always been a fetish of mine and this one wore his extremely well.

“Hmmm. Stay in your car, I’ll be back in a few minutes. Oh, and I’ll need to take your phone.”

I opened my mouth to argue but decided against it, and handed it over.
He glanced down to my lap and I followed his gaze. My dress had ridden up on the drive and you could clearly see I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I pulled the hem down, but it seemed too much like shutting the proverbial barn door after the horse had bolted. When I looked up he was already walking back to his car.

I sat there miserably, but not before noticing his shapely ass in the rear view mirror. I felt a twinge down there and winced, which only served to make me feel worse. Well, I wasn’t going to get laid tonight, that’s for sure. I would most likely spend it on an uncomfortable cot in a jail cell once Officer Sexy gave me the breathalyzer. I was looking at a hefty fine for texting as well. He was obviously going to check my phone to ascertain whether I was telling the truth about checking the time.

Oh crap. I slumped in my seat and closed my eyes, mortified. James and I had been texting all day, and our conversation had got progressively more risqué as the night had gone on. By now, Officer Sexy would be quite familiar with my kinky sexual fantasies.

“Could you step out of the car please?” I jumped. The cop was back with my documents and my phone.

“Why?”

“I can smell alcohol on your breath. Please step out now.”

Fuck. This was it. I slowly and reluctantly climbed out of the car as if I could somehow postpone the inevitable. I had worn a conservative outfit to dinner but changed into my ‘fuck me’ outfit in the car before leaving. Skin tight red tube dress with no underwear so my nipples were poking out like bullets – of course he had already seen that I wasn’t wearing panties – and stiletto heels. The cops eyes crawled over me. I must have made his night.

“Your outfit doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it, ma’am? It must have been quite the dinner party.”

“I got changed afterwards.”

“For going to see your…friend?” He gestured to the phone and emphasised the word ‘friend’.

“Yeah.” I mumbled, my face starting to burn.

“You got another text from your… friend…while I was looking up your driver’s license information, which I took the liberty of reading.” He tapped the screen and proceeded to read aloud: “If you’re not here in five minutes I’m fucking you up the ass with no lube”. He looked up at me with a smirk.

My mouth dropped open, but no words came out.

“Those are some very interesting texts.”

I took a deep breath. “I didn’t know that sexting was an offence, Officer- what is your name?”

“Officer Smith. Sexting isn’t illegal, but driving while doing it, and driving while under the influence is… your point being?”

I didn’t have a point, and fell silent.

He spoke. “So it appears we have a situation here. You have been a very very naughty girl. I think it’s my duty to text James back and tell him not to expect you tonight.”

“What?” He laughed at my look of abject horror.

“You’re in serious trouble, young lady. You’re looking at losing your license and possible jail time.” I began to speak and he raised his hand to silence me. “However… I am willing to overlook it.”

I clutched at his words like a drowning man clutching at a proffered branch. “You are?”

“Yes. But not without punishment. Your actions tonight were irresponsible and dangerous. You could have killed yourself or others”.

I nodded. I felt that twinge again between my legs. “What kind of punishment?” I whispered. My mouth was dry. He licked his lips. God, he was sexy.

“Don’t worry about that right now. Lock your car up please.”

With trembling hands I did as he requested. He then took me by the shoulders and pushed me against my car, face forward. “Hands behind your back please”.

I struggled. “Hey! I thought you weren’t going to arrest me!”

“Shut up and do as you’re told” was the gruff response. Officer Smith handcuffed me securely, then marched me over to his car, held the back door open for me and as I leaned over to slide inside he gripped the back of my head and pushed me roughly the rest of the way. I ended up halfway off the back seat with my skirt all the way around my waist. I protested but he had already slammed the door shut and was getting into the driver seat. I leaned over and spoke into into the wire cage separating us.

“Where are you taking me?”

He turned around and smiled. “Just sit back and relax.”

Relax? In the back of a cop car with, granted, the sexiest cop I had ever lain eyes on, while he takes me to god knows where so he can dole out my ‘punishment’ for drink driving. It suddenly occurred to me that he was on his own; I thought cops usually travelled in pairs.

“Hey! Where’s your partner? I don’t think this is legal!”

He laughed at that and said “And you’d be the best judge of that, right?”

I sat back and fidgeted nervously as we drove away. After 30 long minutes, he pulled the car off the highway at an exit I recognized as being near the National Forest. We drove on the streets for a few minutes before taking a service road into the mountains. It was winding and bumpy and there was only room for one car in places. Tree branches scraped the side of the car and I rolled around in the back without a seat belt to keep me in place.

“Nearly there”, he called from the front.

The car pulled up in a small clearing and the engine turned off. We sat in silence for a few minutes. I had time to replay the night’s events over in my mind several times. My hindsight was as crystal clear as a mountain lake. I was about to break the silence when he opened the door and stepped out of the car.

He stood motionless for a few moments, looking off into the distance, then came around to the back door, wrenched it open and leaned in. I shrank back but he grabbed me forcefully by the arm and pulled me out into the cold night air. The temperature had dropped at least ten degrees, probably as we were deep inside the forest. I shivered. My dress had ridden all the way up so my bare pussy and ass were on display for him. My thighs were slick with my arousal.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” He asked.

“Yes” I murmured.

“Good girl.”

My pussy ached at his words. Officer Smith was extremely attractive and should have had no problem at all getting any woman he wanted. I would have given him my number if I had met him in a bar. He dragged me around to the hood of the car and pushed me forward over it. My cleavage and the side of my face mashed against the cold metal. My arms were still handcuffed behind my back. He kicked my legs apart and pushed himself between them so I could feel the bulge in his pants digging into my ass. It was a not entirely unpleasant feeling.

I grunted. “What are you doing?”

“Shhh.” He whispered in me ear.

He thrust himself further between my legs and ground his crotch against me. Then he laughed and stepped back, pulling on my handcuffs. With one hand he held me firm while the other one fondled my tits through my tube top, squeezing and kneading them. I whimpered. I knew that when his hand made it’s inevitable descent down there he would find my pussy sopping wet.

His movements ceased. “Did you say something?”

“No” I said, my heart hammering in my chest.

I was absolutely terrified and completely excited in a way I had never experienced before. I had played around with sub/dom fantasies with ex boyfriends and fuck buddies but it lacked something. The element of danger was missing. We’d had safe words and a familar environment that just couldn’t compete with being kidnapped and assaulted by a hot stranger, with the promise of much worse to come.

With one motion he pulled my tube top down, exposing my breasts. My nipples were so hard they hurt. He pinched and pulled at them with his free hand while I cried out in pleasure and pain. With his other hand he pushed my skirt up and slid his fingers between my legs. He whispered in my ear.

“Your cunt is dripping wet, just like you wrote. But tell me, is it wet for your friend, or for me?” I didn’t answer, so he slipped a finger up inside me, followed by another, and then one more.

“Fucking little cocktease” he murmured, and began to spank me on my bare ass with his other hand. Hard, stinging smacks, while he continued to finger fuck me roughly. “You dress like a whore, you get fucked like one…”

I was beyond words. Adrenaline was pumping through my body and I could barely speak. I felt myself quickly slipping towards the edge. Nothing could hold me back. I tensed and cried out. Then he stopped. My eyes flew open and I cried out in frustration.

“Not yet, baby. Remember, this is your punishment.”

“What the fuck?” I yelled in anger. “You’re sick!”

He spun me around to face him. Then he slapped my face. Hard. I was stunned, tears springing to my eyes.

“You can go back right now to your car and I can write you up for a DUI. You’ll go straight to jail until Monday morning.”

I just stared at him in confusion.

“Well?”

“I don’t want to go back.” I said in a low voice.

“What? Speak up.”

“I said. I don’t want to go to jail.”

“You want me to continue with your punishment?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I’m going to fuck you til you scream. Im going to give it to you hard and rough. I know you like that kind of thing, you kinky little bitch.”

My knees went weak. I nearly collapsed but he caught me and pushed me back down on the hood again. I felt him fumble with his belt and his pants slid down his legs. He pushed my legs wide apart as he positioned himself against my aching pussy.

“Ready, slut?”

He thrust himself inside me and I cried out. He was thick and thankfully I was well lubricated otherwise it would have hurt. He pushed himself deeper inside me and groaned in pleasure as he bottomed out. He held his cock inside me for a few moments, no doubt enjoying the sensation of my hole gripping his cock while I panted like a bitch in heat. He kissed my cheek gently.

“Good girl. I’m going to make you my bitch.”

He began to fuck me deep and hard, grinding himself in circular motions against my bottom, one hand wrapped in my hair for leverage and the other smacking me on the ass, my cries only seeming to make him more excited. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter; I began to push back against him and he grunted in my ear.

“You like this don’t you? You horny little slut.”

The hand that he had been smacking me with grabbed me around the throat and squeezed. I gasped for breath as his fingers pressed harder against my windpipe. I felt myself getting lightheaded and I struggled to stay conscious. His other hand kneaded my clit as his cock pumped in and out of me. I spasmed helplessly as a monstrous orgasm flowed through me. His hands released their grip slightly and I cried out in a mixture of pain and intense pleasure. He withdrew from me and I fell to the ground in a heap and lay there twitching. He immediately pulled me up by the hair and looked into my eyes. His eyes were shining with amusement.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come?”

“I -uh-”

He slapped my face. “Bad girl.”

He pulled me by the hair back over to the cruiser, leant against it and pulled me forward so that I was kneeling between his legs with his large cock stretched out like an iron rod. I looked up at him.

He rubbed his cock against my cheek. It was wet with my juices.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

I nodded and opened my mouth, never taking my eyes off his. I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck gently. I could taste and smell myself on him and I shuddered slightly. I looked up and he was watching me with a faint smile on his face.

“You call that a blow job?”

He grabbed the back of my head and forced it all the way down his length, forcing my jaws wide to accomodate his size. I retched but he held it fast. I couldn’t breathe and struggled with him again frantically. He held my head and fucked my throat as I gagged and gasped and swayed on my knees. He had his hand wrapped in my hair again so I couldn’t fall down. This continued for about ten minutes until I felt the muscles in his leg tense and he suddenly came, groaning, into the back of my throat. He held it there until his orgasm had subsided then pulled out of my mouth.

“Swallow it.”

I did as he said and nodded my complicity. He squatted down next to me, pried my jaws open and peered inside, presumably to make sure. Satisfied, he grinned at me.

“It was my lucky night, pulling you over.
“I’m not done with you yet though I’m having far too much fun to let you go home. Aren’t you having a good time?”

I looked at the ground. I had just had the best orgasm of my fucking life, bent over a police car, taken roughly from behind. I could still feel his heat throbbing between my legs. I had consented to this. Hadn’t I?

“I’ll take your screaming orgasm as a yes. But there is still one hole that I haven’t explored yet, isn’t there?”

He lifted me up until I was laying on my back on the cruiser then kissed me gently, running his tongue over my lips as I whined softly.

He ran his hands all over my body, cupping my breasts, grabbing my ass, squeezing and pinching my nipples. “Such beautiful nipples.. I wonder how they taste….” he said thoughtfully, before descending and taking one in his mouth. He sucked and nibbled on it, while continuing to assault the other one between his fingers.

His free hand traced a line down my stomach and between my spread legs. It was a sore down there from the rough pounding I had just received and I tensed up. He slid his fingers over the opening, which was slippery with my arousal, then released my nipple and brought his face level with mine.

“What a dirty little slut you are.”

He continued to stroke between my legs. “Please.” I wanted to tell him to stop, that this was wrong, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“Please what? Please fuck your ass?”

He slid one finger inside my ass followed by another and began to explore deep inside as I threw my head back, my eyes squeezed tightly closed. He murmured in my ear. “Happy to oblige, baby…”

I knew I was about to cum again, and moaned when he pulled them out roughly and slapped me across the face.

“You don’t get to cum again, whore. You’re here for MY pleasure, not the other way around. Understand?” I just stared at him dumbly.

He slapped me, harder this time. My cheek stung. “I said… Understand, bitch? Nod if you do.”

I complied, not taking my eyes off him.

“Good. Glad we understand each other.

“Look.” He pointed down and my eyes followed his fingers automatically. His cock jutted put, fully erect again. He stroked himself.

“This is going in that tight ass. Well, it won’t be so tight when I’ve finished with it.”

I felt fingers sliding into my pussy, then wetness around my asshole as he lubed me up with my own cum, then pressure as a long finger penetrated my tiny hole.

“Let’s get you opened up” he murmured in my ear and I squealed as another finger joined the one already inside.

“You thought you were going to your friend’s to get fucked tonight, didn’t you? Then I came along…”

He spread my cheeks apart and rubbed his cock between them, before lining it up and sliding into the hole. I jerked away from him instinctively but there was nowhere for me to go. I was held fast. I whimpered as inch by agonizing inch, he pushed his thick cock inside me. I was barely breathing and relaxed for a moment when he stopped. Then suddenly he thrust hard and I screamed as he pushed his entire length inside me. He put one arm around my waist and took a handful of my hair with the other hand, pulling my head forward until I thought my neck would snap…and began to fuck my ass with brutal thrusts, whispering in my ear almost the entire time, taunting me.

“You like that thick cock up your ass, bitch?”

On and on he pounded me until tears were streaming down my cheeks. He would squeeze my throat until I was gasping for air, before releasing me just before I blacked out, then repeat it over again.

“Feel me cum inside your asshole, you fucking bitch…” he growled in my ear and, with a groan, unloaded inside me. He fucked me for a few more minutes even after cumming, before finally slowing down and pulling out. He was breathing heavily. He held me close to him and whispered in my ear.

“I’m about to go off duty. I can return you to your car and you can go to your friend’s or you can follow me home. I have a king size bed and no neighbors. It’s your choice. Or perhaps you’ve had enough?”

I thought of his thick, throbbing cock and knew that I could never have enough. I knew what my answer would be.

Erotica/smut writer and submissive pet, Jenny dabbled in kink over the years but didn’t fully embrace it until her submissive desires were awakened more recently. She enjoys every letter in the BDSM acronym. When not being a good, obedient pet she enjoys hiking the beautiful trails around LA and painting.

The Student: Part Two

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Photographer: Dexx Model: Theresa

The Student has returned. Graduating from her strong, white straps-she’s ready for a more ambitious material. The cold metal chain and restrictive cuffs bend and stretch her body to abandon. She is a willing and ready model.

anniebear the maid

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maid at work

Mistress is out again. At coffee, or lunch, or brunch. Probably brunch. anniebear cleans. Sweep, mop, scrub… the weight of metal on wrists, ankles, neck, reminding her of her submission.

Steel wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs supplied by Stockroom.

Muse in Metal

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Model: Muse

No sooner had the metal fastened around her wrists than Muse felt a sudden helplessness overcome her. So hard, so unbending, so cold. She had played around with rope and leather before, but this was something different. Her pulse quickened as she knew that he held the only key, and that he wouldn’t release her until she had passed his tests.

Three tasks he set her, all to be completed while chained in metal. She struggled to steel her face in a mask of defiance, even as she felt herself melt within.