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one of my biggest fantasies is to be tied up and fucked my a dominant woman with a big strap on!!!

My real life experiences are like blonde Asians. Maybe one day I'll find one of either.

I'm a regular at a fetish club around where I live, so I've certainly both performed and taken part in a lot of unique things...

Though I must admit, despite it having a 'dungeon' of sorts, it's usually more of a gathering than anything else. It's great for likeminded people to get together like that, and while we're all there because we're all far too kinky, the kinkypart isn't really the main point of going there-- it's more a place to go to be flirty, friendly and carefree.


Kinda like a social gathering, but with a room set aside for humiliation, pain and orgasms.

I love it. ^_^

Sorry for bringing a topic back from the dead

But i loved this topic alot, and i thought cos we have so many new members, it would be good to bring it back so that everyone can read and post new experiences.... I have a few "new" experiences to share.. But first, i wanna read a little to see if there is enough interest for this topic.

Convince me

I was dating my ex girlfriend for little over a year when she finally asked me about my sexual fantasies. I was a little hesitant to jump into them but thought if I didn't they would always be fantasies. So I told her. I like being dominated by a woman. I love being teased for hours on end and denied ejaculation. I also went into my fixation for latex but thats something else for another day.

She was a little taken aback by this confession. I think she was expecting the 'normal' fantasies. Having sex with two woman, etc. I asked her about her fantasies but never received a reply. This pissed me off a little. I just bared my soul and not so much as a peep out of her. We started to argue and she asked me to leave. So I went home angry and frustrated.

Two days later she called me and wanted to talk. I went to her house Thursday afternoon. There was no one home, the door was unlocked, so I entered. When I went into the living room there was note there for me. It was instructions. I was to go shower, shave and wait for her in her bedroom. She showed up a couple of hours later. She walked in the bedroom and immediately started to suck my cock. She brought me to the edge, got up and walked me out into the kitchen. I had to cook for her. Then clean up the kitchen, and the bathroom since I made a mess showering and shaving. I was told if I did this I might, just might get to orgasm tonight.

Well after I finished this, all the while naked, she led me into the living room. She sat me in a chair and began stroking my cock. Licking it. The only thing she said to me was I was not allowed to orgasm unless she allowed me. If I did I would never see her again. Since I cared for her deeply, loved pleasing her and loved having sex with her my mind was already made up. She stopped just before I released. Chastising me for almost cumming.

She made me perform oral on her until my whole mouth was numb. She is a squirter so I was covered in her juices. This only made it worse. I just love it when she cums on my face. She led me into the bedroom and took out some fuzzy plastic handcuffs. She said it was all she could get in short notice and if I broke them I would be sleeping anywhere but her house that night. They barely fit and I was scared of breaking them if I pulled to hard on them. She cuffed me to the bed and left me there while she showered. My cock was painfully hard at this point. I needed to cum but I didn't want to.

She came back with a bowl of soapy cold water. "I need to clean up this dirty little boy", she sad. She gave me a sponge bath with icy cold water. It certainly killed my erection, but it got me clean. She towled me off and covered me in oil. She climbed on top of me and began sliding her body all over mine. Teasing me with every paqrt of her body. Letting me stay just outside of her pussy. If I tried to sneak it in, she would grab and pull my nipples. I hate that. She continued to tease me for hours. Finally she stopped and let me lick her pussy until she orgasmed. When I was finished she went to sleep. Leaving me handcuffed to her bed.

That was the first day of five days of ecstasy and torture. It certainly opened a new chapter in our sex life. Its been amazing but not without some problems. I didn't make it to work Friday morning. I never got back home until Tuesday morning. If there is interest in this thread maybe I'll relay what happened over the next four days.

Sheesh! You say you'll continue if there is interest... I'm interested. VERY interested. Please continue!

there are no words to describe what i'm feeling right now intrested doesn't even come near it you should make a story out of it and post it in the stories section

I had a little fun the other day with an idea that's so simple, i'm surprised it never popped into my head until now. ;)

I sent my boyfriend a text message during the day and told him I was really in the mood for sex and couldn't wait to see him later on...Called him on my break and asked him what time he was getting home, called him again when I got home and told him that i'd be waiting for him. ;) While I knew he was on his way home from work, I took my cell phone and snapped a quick pic of my hips with my panties just about slipped off with a message that he could pull them the rest of the way down when he got home.

I normally like to play hard to get. But I just let him have it right away. No little head games or anything, he just stripped my clothes off me without any protest or attempt from me to prolong any foreplay, and I just laid back and enjoyed the affects of the little sexual frenzy the anticipation had worked him into over the course of the day.

Things got more and more intense quickly. He was on top of me, with one hand grabbing my shoulder, and his other arm under me, wrapped around my lower back...holding on to me, and pulling me down onto him as I felt him thrusting himself in and out of my body. I love it when he's getting so close to having an orgasm that he starts to loose control and get a little rough, and he's manhandling my body and fucking me up and down on his shaft without me even making any effort to move. If it wasn't so crude, I might say that I like being treated like a fuck doll every so often. ;)

Anyways...he was getting closer and closer to cumming in me. I could see him opening his eyes, sneaking glances at my chest, looking down at his cock sliding in and out of me...Usually at that point, I can do something so subtle to push him over the edge. I just wrapped my arms around behind him, took my fingetips and ran them VERY lightly down his back, starting at his shoulders and moving down, one hand on each side. Very softly running my fingers down his body. Then, when he was just about ready to cum, I abruptly grabbed his hips and stopped his motions, grabbed his head and put his face in front of mine, and said, "Oh my god baby...I forgot to take my birth control pill! You can't cum in me. Ohhh, i'm so sorry, thank god I remembered though".

The look on his face. Oh my...it was worth the effort. I looked up at him and said, "well, no you don't have to stop...but you can't cum inside me sweetie." He started to slowly slip himself back inside me, and didn't even got his shaft all the way in before I could feel him start to shake and pull himself out of me again. Mmm, I love inflicting a situation where he has to have that kind of self control. Of course, I didn't forget my birth control, so it wouldn't have mattered if he did cum in me...but he didn't know that. ;)

Looking up at him, I put on my best sad and disappointed expression and said, "i'm sooo sorry sweetie. I wanted to make you feel good tonight. And I want to cum soooo bad with you inside me. Mmm, god, please...can you make me cum? I promise, i'll do anything, i'll finish you off with my mouth. I just want to have an orgasm with you inside me right now. Please?!"

He looked down at me, with an expression like despite my terrible birth control oversight, he wanted to make me have an orgasm. He started fucking me again. It was a string of starts and stops, which to be honest, was me paying attention to his reactions and knowing that thinking he was about to make me cum was the very thing that would push him over the edge. ;) I'd make sure that I was moaning loudly, and digging my fingers into his back just as he was getting to the point where he would have to pull himself out of me again. I'd look up at him pleading with my expressions for him to start again, periodically moaning, "oh god, yes, i'm so close".

After a short while of this, he started supplementing his hand for his shaft as much as possible. I could tell he simply couldn't take any more. But i'd grab his hand and pull it away, and say, "no...I want THAT in me while I cum"...grab his shaft, press the tip into my slit and slide myself down on him again.

Finally, I decided he had enough. While he was fucking me, I started letting him know I was soooo close. Grabbing the back of his head, my hands clenched around his hair, my other hand with my fingers digging into his back, moaning, "oh my god...pleeease don't stop...oh my god yes...mmm". I knew when I had an orgasm on his cock while he was inside me, he just wouldn't be able to control himself. As I started cumming, I grabbed his hips and pulled him into me, and said, "oh...my...god..don't you *dare* pull out of me right now", and had a body quivering climax all over him...I felt him shuddering, and he kind of whimpered, "oh...oh noooo" in my ear as his body fell over mine and I felt his cock convulsing inside me. He couldn't see the devious grin I had on my face as his lie completely still...unable to have the willpower to pull himself out of me while he was cumming, but feeling like it was so wrong that he couldn't bring himself to thrust in and out of me and enjoy his orgasm. His shaft just oozed a *lot* of semen out, as his body shook and lay limp on top of me.

I layed there for a moment and enjoyed the feeling of letting him think that he had just done something terrible. I even felt a little guilty for playing such a sick trick on him. A little. ;) With his head buried into my shoulder, I said, "baby...you didn't just cum in me, did you?"
"i'm sorry, I couldn't help myself"

I let out a deep sigh. Then started giggling a bit. He pushed himself up off me, so he could see my face. Looked at me shaking his head, and said..."You're fucking sick! you know that?!?" He was actually seriously mad at me for a few minutes. He got up out of bed and stormed into the bathroom to clean up. Then he came back over to the bed, kissed me and said, "You're in the wrong profession Dear. I should've bought you a plane ticket to hollywood a long time ago"



-L

I can't believe how something so cruel can be so incredibly erotic. Thank you for sharing this with us Lindsey.
I sure wish I had found a partner willing to be so cruel to me.

Ok, seems like people want this thread kept alive... Yay! So here is the RLE of mine that i was talking about. It happened fairly recently actually. Its not what you would call a femdom experience, but it definately not out of place being in this thread. Im a bit of a bitch/slut here, which is out of the ordinary for me, but eh, a girl has to have fun every now and again

It all started 2 months ago. It was one of my girlfriends' 22nd birthday, so we all thought we would spend the night out on the town, yknow a girls night out. I was wearing a little black dress that i own, (the girls will know what that means), its quite a sexy little number, one of my favourites actually, along with a nice set of heels, i was all set for a big night out on the town.

The night started out at her place, then moved on to one of the local pubs. It was nothing serious and everyone was having a good time. I was fairly on my way at this point I drink really fast, for example, when my friends are on their third drink, im on my sixth. So i am feeling the effects long before everyone else. Take that as good or bad, i like to think it helps me socialise better, but it always makes my night shorter as my body simply cant handle all that alcohol. And no, im not one of those stupid bitches that throw up on everyone, i simply stop drinking

I always have a great time at the pub, its definately the scene for me when it comes to night outs. When i get there i tend to stick within my own group, but after a few drinks i tend to mingle with the crowds hanging around the pool tables. Im a bit of a pool shark actually, a bit of 'clumsiness' seems to loosen peoples' grip on their money when it comes to betting. Between this and guys buying me drinks thinking that it will get them in my pants, i can normally fund my drinking for the remainder of the night.

It was getting later in the evening as more and more people came. It was definately a good night to be out. A local band was playing classic australian rock and me and my best mate were owning the tables. There was this one guy though, sitting at a table drinking with his friends... I could see him staring at me when he thought i wasnt looking, and i was staring at him when i thought he wasnt looking. If he came up to me i would have loved to talk to him, but he didnt, and i didnt go over there as i always seem to lack the confidence to make the first move, no matter how intoxicated i am. So, being the creative person i am, i thought some teasing might bring him over to me.

Seriously though its no worse then what other girls do. I just suddenly found i had to bend over that little bit extra while taking my turn at pool, and while it wasnt my turn, i found my hands decided to slowly rub up and down the que. I also have this habbit of dancing with my que stick while im waiting for my turn, it wasnt my fault the best dancing position had me pointing my ass in his general direction!

Anyways, i must be rusty on my skills, cos they didnt work. And after the girls came up to me and told me they were heading to a nightclub nearby, i decided it was better to go with them then to hang around and try my chances at what could be a lost cause. The nightclub was having a great night too, with plenty of people there. None of us knew any of the bouncers, but we were a group of well dressed, good looking young girls, so we were let in without too much waiting in line outside.

Drunk or sober - my dancing is always bad, and by this stage i was smashed. Our group was just in the main group of people on the dance floor, dancing to each tune the DJ decided to play. Between dancing with my friends and the odd guy that shuffled my way, i was having a great time. After a while though i was exhausted and needed what i promised myself was my last drink. I sat down, ordered my glass of wine and watched everyone make fools of themselves. I was contemplating joining them again when i was tapped on the shoulder. It was a friend of mine, he has never been a boyfriend of mine, but you could say he is somewhat of a friend with benefits. I had a good time talking to him, catching up. I always found him down to earth and easy to talk to. I could sense he was in the mood through his body language, i was too so i asked him if he wanted to go, he agreed, and after saying goodbye to my friends with the odd sly wink and giggle from some of them, we left and waited for a taxi.

Whether it was because of all the people, or just plain laziness from the taxis, (i think it was the latter), he proposed we find someplace to ourselves for a while. So we went for a walk. There is a primary school just down the road from nighty we were at, (great city planning huh?), so we decided there was bound to be a nice patch of grass somewhere around there. We found a nice enough place that was protected and conveniently, a few lights in the area were smashed. So we started making out, enjoying each others' company.

By this time i was definately in a evil mood. A combination of alcohol and my failed attempt of teasing that cute guy at the pub. I just had to see if my teasing skills were up to scratch somehow. Just so you guys know, my friend i was with was strictly vanilla. It has always been just plain sex with him... Which isnt a bad thing of course. He was ontop of me while we were kissing, so i made sure my hands were slowly moving up and down his sides, or on his butt. He is a bit of a man-whore, but he knows what he is doing with girls. His mouth already had me ready through passionate kissing, hickies on the neck and nipple sucking. His fingers were being a bit naughty through my dress aswell. My leg was rubbing up against his cock every so often, and i could feel him beginning to get hard, so i thought it was his turn to be on his back.

He rolled over and i hopped on top, straddling him. We were still kissing, but our breathing was getting heavier and a bit more frantic, so i pulled down his jeans and boxers. I take pride in my blowjobs, i dont give a half assed effort. My tongue was working on the head as i was working it in and out, between that and a nice ball massage, i had him moaning in no time. When he was fully hard and definately ready, he rolled me on my back again and got ontop of me. He isnt a big guy, but as i said, with a good personality and confidence, he has learnt how to treat women. He was definately giving me a good time.

After a few very nice orgasms, i could sense he was just about ready. He was getting more frantic and i noticed that his ball sack was tight when he pressed against me. So i got him on his back, straddled him and kept fucking him. My heart began to race because of what i was about to do. I knew the consequence would probably be a loss of a fuck buddy, but i just couldnt help my self. I waited until i knew he wasnt far off finishing, and then i stood up. I got off his throbbing cock and walked over to where i threw my shoes in our frantic kissing session. I looked back and had to refrain myself from cracking up at the stunned look on my friends' face. "What are you doing?" he asked, obviously frustrated, "why did you stop?"
"Im done" i replied, in the most calm voice i could muster, making it out to be the most normal thing in the world. "But im not!" He almost screamed. I picked up my shoes and started to walk back to the taxi bay, outside the nightclub. I turned around and said, tongue in cheek, "Well finish yourself off then."

I kept walking. Through our frenzied love making i had never taken off my dress, just my panties and heels. The more important of which were in my hand. I knew he was lying there, stunned at what had just happened to him, it wouldnt be long until he decided to take my advice and finish himself off before either returning home or back to the nighty. I was just a toy to him as he was to me, i knew he had more girls like me so what i had done would only be hurting him in the short term.

I put my phone on silent when i got back to the taxis, luckily i didnt have to wait long before one arrived, and i was on my way home. I went straight to bed once i got there, i fell asleep smiling at the events of a good girls night out. In the morning there were a few text messages and missed calls on my phone... I dont have an idea what for though

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