Bad BDSM

[lonelysub]

Thanks!

I did sorta!! I kept looking around thinking we'd be arrested or something!! The adrenaline rush was INTENSE!! Had HOT blistering sex afterwards!!

He took about 12 shots. We sent about 6 of them to Voyeurweb.

We have also sent to Voyeurweb shots of me tied in an elevator. The elevator..... what memories!!

They had a company dinner for Hubby's company upstairs. Shortly after dessert we went downstairs. He had me strip and took photos of me handcuffed to the railing inside the elevator. People were still upstairs at the dinner.... The building has only the one elevator... If anyone had called the elevator upstairs, they, (and me!), would have been surprised!!

 

[jasonlf]

Heh. That's trippy.

 

[Marquis]

That is top notch Bad BDSM!

 

[canadiancutie]

That is top notch Bad BDSM!

lots of bad, not so much BDSM. Except lonelysub, she's neatobeans

 

[anthanacias]

I agree. Minimal BDSM. Kinky though.

 

[TaintedB]

lol no. im a thread killer hen it comes to this stuff. i feel like a scare everyone away.

You wouldn't scare me. Nice AV, by the way.

 

[Sir_Winston54]

Now, if I take the bait I'm sinking to her level, and if I walk away I don't care.

Someone please tell me what the Masterful thing to do here is.

Snicker at the joke - because it is kinda funny - wink at her, and carry on.

 

[Marquis]

Nasty bdsm hm?

My friends and I back in the day were sort of curious.
ok
Very curious.
We all discovered sex together, honed our oral skills, even swapped partners to prove who was better at what ... the guys and the girls, everyone of us. There were about 4 couples and one or two extra males or females.
My boyfriend and I at the time, were the couple together the longest, experimentating with kinky bdsmish sex... dirty talk kind of stuff.

Those months we all spent together locked in a little room... naked, sweating ... he would whisper nasty things to me.
The little cocksucker I was. How much I loved to swallow cum, how much I hating wasting a drop of it. I'd let anyone in the room fuck me where and how they wanted no regard to how I felt because I didn't matter ... and I how wet I would get.
Wasn't too long where he would use this "against" me ... when he was done with me, he would take orders and I would fullfill them.
I remember alot of lock jaw, and alot of aftercare because the girls liked to scratch when I made them come hard.
I serviced everyone of us a couple of times and then my boyfriend would take me home and bathe me and we'd have sex again, recount the things we'd done, how to improve and the limits we did have.
It didn't last longer then a month or three for all of us, we eventually simmered down, did every combination we could ... and had sex by ourselves again.
But oh... do I miss those days.

I have quite a many stories about those days... I'd say more but I'd have to pretend to be 18 for 4 of those fun years.


The guy I dated after him was complete vanilla, and I'd often deprive him and tease him to death taking sort of a dominant role to pull out the beast in him now and then to get what I craved.
After a year the relationship went to shit, and so did the sex.
He happened to be in a band, lead guitarist. Through his bassist friend (who I dated before the group sex guy mentioned above) he found a rhythm guitarist and a drummer.
*fans self* The drummer.
Anyone I've EVER dated to this day is/was a musician, its safe to say I have a 'thing' for musicians.
His relationship was also on the rocks.
So we talked alot, and bonded well.
One thing led to another one night, we were both crying messes and decided that we needed some fun. Some good sex. Maybe some drinks too.
We didn't think of each other yet at this point.
Weeks went by... we would talk more and more, bonding still over shitty relationships we hoped to make work.
There was a practice before a show they played at the Drummer's house, I attended to see how they were progressing, and to scope out the new guy's house.

I sat on his bed, and aside from music being a weakness for me ... he had satin sheets.
Black satin sheets.
*creams self*
From that moment on, I vowed to myself to screw his brains in no matter what it took.
.... It ended up not taking alot at all.
He had been very curious about the darker side of sex and the whole bdsm 'thing', but his Ice Queen of a girlfriend was extreme vanilla and on top of that, had problems getting wet or orgasaming ... poor guy thought he was a bad lay and had no self confidence.
A week later my scalp burned from the tight grip he had on my hair, and those satin sheets never felt better on our post fucked sensless bodies.
I later when home, and was still soooo horny, and fucked my boyfriend.
More then a handful of times in the span of two weeks.
Never having any regrets or shame.

Needless to say we both broke up with our douchebag other halves soon after and fucked around alot and developed a special deep *laughs at double meaning* bond before I went away to college.

We were fast friends, and can always count on each other for a shoulder to lean on when we're in a relationship... or steamy hot best kinky pushing into bdsm relationship sex ... ever ... when we're single at the same time.
We've fucked all over our home town in our cars and motels, we've hit every town on SI and nearly every borough in NYC. Even when he worked a tow truck job we tried to get every major road in the front pit of his truck.

Him and I also have alot of stories.


M and I on the other hand.
We are swingers/open relationship when a situation we agree on occurs. He'll often single out someone pretty and take them home for us to play with. Our friends know what we're into, and only take the steps towards us when they're ready.
We do the vanilla threesome thing too, and outside relationship sex when the situation is right ... consentiual kink bdsm... yum!

edited to add:
and of course there are the rape fantasy, non consent, servicing many people fantasies I have left over probably from my beginning days with the whole sex and bdsm thing ...

Somehow I missed this. You were doing exactly what I wanted to be doing at that age.

 

[rcuhljr]

Somehow I missed this. You were doing exactly what I wanted to be doing at that age.

You and everyone else with a pulse

 

[FurryFury]

You and everyone else with a pulse

Yeah I'm totally green! You go girl!

Fury

 

[catalina_francisco]

OK, if you want one with bondage in it, here goes. I had this former partner who just could have really gotten into the Dom thing and been good if he could have gotten over his fear that if I wanted to sub, it must be the better role so he wanted to sub too. Regardless, there were moments when he actually did Domly thngs without realising fully he was not just experimenting in a kinky way....other times he would realise and put on the brakes with a lecture about how bad it was to give in to these things.....ah, you just don't want to know how those conversations went....and for hours.

So one evening when he was in one of his more inventive and daring moods, he blindfolded me, lead me downstairs and under my house carefully, cut my clothes off slowly, taking the time to inspect and appreciate every revealed inch teasingly. He then tied me between 2 steel posts, checked to make sure all was secure, then set about teasing me with a variety of textures, touches, etc., then left me alone in the dark for about 10 minutes, tied and blindfolded, wondering what would come next while secretly hoping it was a sign I had managed to convert him.

He came back without hardly making a sound and lightly ran his hands over my body, checked the bonds again, and then ordering me to silence began giving me an enema. It had it's problems given the position and his inexperience, but he was determined and it eventually worked. I am certina he had ut something other than water in the enema as it definately was unlike any other I had exerienced at that point in that I really had a hard time holding on from the very beginning. I felt like I was going to explode..literally. I eventually through my groans told him my problem and was rewarded with a flick from his belt across my bare butt.....surprising in itself as he was against pain, and also made the holding more difficult. He came close and whispered in my ear that it was his intention I could not hold on.....so he could humiliate and punish me.

LOL, well that was about it and just as I could no longer control the release, he plunged his cock into my ass as all hell broke loose. The pain from both the unprepared penetration and the effects of the enema had my body in spasms and him holding on tight so he would not be expelled from my body. By the time it was over and he slipped from my butt totoally satisfied, I was almost passing out from everything that had taken place. That was when he turned a cold hose onto me and hosed me down with the full force of the cold water, drenching me from head to toe. He then took his belt again and used it to whap my butt, telling me all the while what a dirty and bad girl I was. To say I was delighted would be an understatement.

He untied me and ordered me to clean up before dragging me outside and up the stairs naked, ordering me to shower and srub myself down before he would come near me again. It was an interesting scene to say the least and one we both enjoyed.

Catalina

 

[Marquis]

OK, if you want one with bondage in it, here goes. I had this former partner who just could have really gotten into the Dom thing and been good if he could have gotten over his fear that if I wanted to sub, it must be the better role so he wanted to sub too. Regardless, there were moments when he actually did Domly thngs without realising fully he was not just experimenting in a kinky way....other times he would realise and put on the brakes with a lecture about how bad it was to give in to these things.....ah, you just don't want to know how those conversations went....and for hours.

So one evening when he was in one of his more inventive and daring moods, he blindfolded me, lead me downstairs and under my house carefully, cut my clothes off slowly, taking the time to inspect and appreciate every revealed inch teasingly. He then tied me between 2 steel posts, checked to make sure all was secure, then set about teasing me with a variety of textures, touches, etc., then left me alone in the dark for about 10 minutes, tied and blindfolded, wondering what would come next while secretly hoping it was a sign I had managed to convert him.

He came back without hardly making a sound and lightly ran his hands over my body, checked the bonds again, and then ordering me to silence began giving me an enema. It had it's problems given the position and his inexperience, but he was determined and it eventually worked. I am certina he had ut something other than water in the enema as it definately was unlike any other I had exerienced at that point in that I really had a hard time holding on from the very beginning. I felt like I was going to explode..literally. I eventually through my groans told him my problem and was rewarded with a flick from his belt across my bare butt.....surprising in itself as he was against pain, and also made the holding more difficult. He came close and whispered in my ear that it was his intention I could not hold on.....so he could humiliate and punish me.

LOL, well that was about it and just as I could no longer control the release, he plunged his cock into my ass as all hell broke loose. The pain from both the unprepared penetration and the effects of the enema had my body in spasms and him holding on tight so he would not be expelled from my body. By the time it was over and he slipped from my butt totoally satisfied, I was almost passing out from everything that had taken place. That was when he turned a cold hose onto me and hosed me down with the full force of the cold water, drenching me from head to toe. He then took his belt again and used it to whap my butt, telling me all the while what a dirty and bad girl I was. To say I was delighted would be an understatement.

He untied me and ordered me to clean up before dragging me outside and up the stairs naked, ordering me to shower and srub myself down before he would come near me again. It was an interesting scene to say the least and one we both enjoyed.

Catalina

Wow, that's fucking raunchy!!

Excellent contribution!

 

[Marquis]

I think we've had some great entries in this thread, but if I could, I'd like to try and veer it back to what I had in mind when I started.

BDSM that is just plain old fucking wrong.


Here's another college story that I always get a lot of amusement from.

After I found out my girlfriend had cheated on me, I went on a sadistic fucking rampage for a while. It was probably literally the next night that I went out and seduced this girl that had had a crush on me for a long time. I brought her back to my apartment and we had sex in my twin bed. At the time, I was living in a big townhouse with 6 other guys.

She fell asleep in my bed and I was kinda pissed off because I expected her to leave when we were done. In any case, my roommate came in later and I pulled back the sheets so he could see her gorgeous tits. This gave me an evil idea. I went downstairs and got a bunch of the kids that were constantly hanging out at our place to come check her out. I pulled the sheets back slowly and about 5 or 6 guys admired her naked body.

I wouldn't let anyone touch her, but we lit a blunt and started smoking. The smell must've woken her up. I can't even begin to tell you the look of terror on her face as this spoiled white girl from Colorado woke up naked to see half a dozen brothers staring at her and blowing smoke in her face.

I laughed and told her she had pulled the sheets down herself in her sleep, she must've gotten hot. She slipped her clothes back on quickly and got outta there, hearing the guffaws of my friends behind her.

The funny thing was, even after that I started fucking her regularly. She turned out to be a bit of a masochist and I have a couple good stories with that slut bitch.

 

[catalina_francisco]

LOL, we have had a few adventures naked and with the car....various type scenarios, situations. One he took me on not long after I arrived in Holland was when he took me to a car park in a nature reserve area. Hmmm, well it looked like a car park, how was I to know it was an internet advertised sex spot for all things wicked and voyeuristic?!! It was daytime and we got to making out a little in the car until I simply forgot where we were and I ended up naked as a jaybird in the back seat where he had pulled me sort of obviously early on. Mmmmm, I gave him a fantastic blowjob and he repaid me by getting me all hot and cramped in that tiny car, then managed to get me totally displayed.

Duh, silly me was enjoying what he was doing so much it took awhile to realise there were a select few cars, all driven by men alone in their cars, circling around and around our car and just about falling out their windows trying to get a better look. They had some big smiles on their dials and by the time I realised what was going on and that a certain man's chuckling was because he was enjoying displaying his slave so well and making her blush, I didn't have the energy to protest too much. And then once I had tried to get dressed again, he made me get out of the car and pull it all into place before I was allowed to get back in the front of the car and into anonymous semi-hiden space to blush and bluster all teh way home trying not to imagine what I looked like with my legs spread in the back having one orgasm after another. ROFLMAO, can't imagine what I would have done at that early stage if any had come to the window to ask if I was available for sex....which is what these places are for.

Catalina

 

[Killishandra]

OK, if you want one with bondage in it, here goes. I had this former partner who just could have really gotten into the Dom thing and been good if he could have gotten over his fear that if I wanted to sub, it must be the better role so he wanted to sub too. Regardless, there were moments when he actually did Domly thngs without realising fully he was not just experimenting in a kinky way....other times he would realise and put on the brakes with a lecture about how bad it was to give in to these things.....ah, you just don't want to know how those conversations went....and for hours.

So one evening when he was in one of his more inventive and daring moods, he blindfolded me, lead me downstairs and under my house carefully, cut my clothes off slowly, taking the time to inspect and appreciate every revealed inch teasingly. He then tied me between 2 steel posts, checked to make sure all was secure, then set about teasing me with a variety of textures, touches, etc., then left me alone in the dark for about 10 minutes, tied and blindfolded, wondering what would come next while secretly hoping it was a sign I had managed to convert him.

He came back without hardly making a sound and lightly ran his hands over my body, checked the bonds again, and then ordering me to silence began giving me an enema. It had it's problems given the position and his inexperience, but he was determined and it eventually worked. I am certina he had ut something other than water in the enema as it definately was unlike any other I had exerienced at that point in that I really had a hard time holding on from the very beginning. I felt like I was going to explode..literally. I eventually through my groans told him my problem and was rewarded with a flick from his belt across my bare butt.....surprising in itself as he was against pain, and also made the holding more difficult. He came close and whispered in my ear that it was his intention I could not hold on.....so he could humiliate and punish me.

LOL, well that was about it and just as I could no longer control the release, he plunged his cock into my ass as all hell broke loose. The pain from both the unprepared penetration and the effects of the enema had my body in spasms and him holding on tight so he would not be expelled from my body. By the time it was over and he slipped from my butt totoally satisfied, I was almost passing out from everything that had taken place. That was when he turned a cold hose onto me and hosed me down with the full force of the cold water, drenching me from head to toe. He then took his belt again and used it to whap my butt, telling me all the while what a dirty and bad girl I was. To say I was delighted would be an understatement.

He untied me and ordered me to clean up before dragging me outside and up the stairs naked, ordering me to shower and srub myself down before he would come near me again. It was an interesting scene to say the least and one we both enjoyed.

Catalina

Dayum, Catalina. That was an excellent story. I'm going to use that as masturbation fodder at some point.

 

[Quint]

Ooh, I just remembered something that definitely qualified as "seriously fucked up" when I was doing it.

Some of you may remember a brief blurb on one of the Chat threads (obviously not one I frequent very often or I'd remember the title) about a "choice" that T presented me with: either to take an obscenely large dildo up my ass or a knife up my cunt. The first (and hypothetical) time he gave me my options, I picked the knife, figuring he'd be considerably more tender with such a potentially devastating toy.

The second time wasn't hypothetical.

T binds me and sits next to my head, both of the options close at hand. He begins by toying (ha) with the knife. Passing it between his hands in front of my wide eyes, testing the blade on his fingers, commenting on how it would probably leave me torn for weeks. Relishing each detail, in a sorrowful, "It's such a pity because I really know you're going to hate this" sort of way. All the time spinning that blade back and forth, back and forth. My stomach is clenched hard.

Finally, of course, he presents the question again: "Are you sure you want the knife?"

Practically crying from fear, I mumble that I changed my mind.

"What was that?"

"I changed my mind...I want the dildo up my ass."

So he jerks me up to my knees and shoves a blindfold over my eyes; I guess this is a relief because I kept sneaking glances over at the black toy. It's monstrous, with a huge head that always makes me squeal in pain when it pops in and out of my cunt. And that's supposed to fit up my ass? We've managed vaginal fisting (once) before; I trust in my cunt's elasticity. Not so much my ass. Yet without any sort of preamble he works three well-lubed fingers into my ass. I hate it. I really hate it. I'm not aroused, I'm not relaxed, it HURTS and I hate him for it, for putting me in this horrible situation.

Then I feel him pushing around and then squeezing his dick inside. I shudder and still can't relax. Even less so when he starts pounding into me, ignoring my pants for air, my total lack of erotic response. I'm fighting to keep from begging him to stop. Tears are soaking through the blindfold. Good God, if he's just trying to warm me up, how am I possibly going to take anything else? He's using me up!

He bends over and grabs my tits, whispering into my ear, "You know, I'm so glad you didn't choose the knife. It's boring to just fuck you in the cunt all the time." I stiffen beneath him and he laughs. "That's right...I wasn't going to stick anything else in you but my dick anyway. You're the one that chose your ass. It's your fault. Your fault. Your fault." And he repeats this like a litany with each jerk, each impaling thrust, until he comes and lets my body drop to the bed.

 

[Marquis]

Ooh, I just remembered something that definitely qualified as "seriously fucked up" when I was doing it.

Some of you may remember a brief blurb on one of the Chat threads (obviously not one I frequent very often or I'd remember the title) about a "choice" that T presented me with: either to take an obscenely large dildo up my ass or a knife up my cunt. The first (and hypothetical) time he gave me my options, I picked the knife, figuring he'd be considerably more tender with such a potentially devastating toy.

The second time wasn't hypothetical.

T binds me and sits next to my head, both of the options close at hand. He begins by toying (ha) with the knife. Passing it between his hands in front of my wide eyes, testing the blade on his fingers, commenting on how it would probably leave me torn for weeks. Relishing each detail, in a sorrowful, "It's such a pity because I really know you're going to hate this" sort of way. All the time spinning that blade back and forth, back and forth. My stomach is clenched hard.

Finally, of course, he presents the question again: "Are you sure you want the knife?"

Practically crying from fear, I mumble that I changed my mind.

"What was that?"

"I changed my mind...I want the dildo up my ass."

So he jerks me up to my knees and shoves a blindfold over my eyes; I guess this is a relief because I kept sneaking glances over at the black toy. It's monstrous, with a huge head that always makes me squeal in pain when it pops in and out of my cunt. And that's supposed to fit up my ass? We've managed vaginal fisting (once) before; I trust in my cunt's elasticity. Not so much my ass. Yet without any sort of preamble he works three well-lubed fingers into my ass. I hate it. I really hate it. I'm not aroused, I'm not relaxed, it HURTS and I hate him for it, for putting me in this horrible situation.

Then I feel him pushing around and then squeezing his dick inside. I shudder and still can't relax. Even less so when he starts pounding into me, ignoring my pants for air, my total lack of erotic response. I'm fighting to keep from begging him to stop. Tears are soaking through the blindfold. Good God, if he's just trying to warm me up, how am I possibly going to take anything else? He's using me up!

He bends over and grabs my tits, whispering into my ear, "You know, I'm so glad you didn't choose the knife. It's boring to just fuck you in the cunt all the time." I stiffen beneath him and he laughs. "That's right...I wasn't going to stick anything else in you but my dick anyway. You're the one that chose your ass. It's your fault. Your fault. Your fault." And he repeats this like a litany with each jerk, each impaling thrust, until he comes and lets my body drop to the bed.

OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW


HOT HOT HOT!!!!!

 

[Quint]

OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW


HOT HOT HOT!!!!!

Consecrated to you. *bows*

 

[AngelicAssassin]

I shudder and still can't relax. Even less so when he starts pounding into me, ignoring my pants for air, my total lack of erotic response. I'm fighting to keep from begging him to stop. Tears are soaking through the blindfold. Good God, if he's just trying to warm me up, how am I possibly going to take anything else? He's using me up!

He bends over and grabs my tits, whispering into my ear, "You know, I'm so glad you didn't choose the knife. It's boring to just fuck you in the cunt all the time." I stiffen beneath him and he laughs. "That's right...I wasn't going to stick anything else in you but my dick anyway. You're the one that chose your ass. It's your fault. Your fault. Your fault." And he repeats this like a litany with each jerk, each impaling thrust, until he comes and lets my body drop to the bed.

Dearest Quint, that has to be one of the most delicious mindfucks i've read in quite a while. Please pass my compliments to T, from one sadist to another?

 

[Sir_Winston54]

[SNIP]
"That's right...I wasn't going to stick anything else in you but my dick anyway. You're the one that chose your ass. It's your fault. Your fault. Your fault." And he repeats this like a litany with each jerk, each impaling thrust, until he comes and lets my body drop to the bed. [/SNIP]

Awesome. Simply ... awesome. Please pass on my compliments and admiration, as well.

 

[Technodivinitas]

Alright...

I usually play all safe, sane and consentual, but I had a partner once who loved driving me out onto an edge, and then making me stand on my toes looking over the precipace...

Our first encounter... we'd flirted, joked, it was clear we were both more than a little pervy, so when he led me down into the college botanical gardens on his "lunch" break, (it was a night shift, so more like dinner,) I wasn't surprised. then he tangled me in my shirt, not ten feet from the road, near a streetlamp, and pinned my arms and fucked my face for twenty minutes, came down my throat, wiped off on my chest, and told me to get dressed and walk him back to work.

Our second encounter... was in a parking garage, also late at night. He led me into a concrete stairwell, bent me over a steel gaurdrail, threatened a couple times to snap my spine, asked me if I was getting hot, then put a cigarette out on my lower back. (Still have the scar. Master growls whenever he sees it.)

Our third encounter... His workplace was several stories, but only the groundfloor was used. Upstairs was like an empty warehouse. Vast, dark, cold, and echo-ey. One night, (again on his dinner break,) he told me he had something to show me, and led me up the back stairs. Then he led me across this empty echochamber, still in darkness but for slices of streetlamp light, though we could hear traffic and voices from the street below, into an extra-dark corner, and ordered me to strip, while he rummaged for something in the shadows. I obliged, then stood glancing around, waiting. he found what he was looking for, but slipped around behind me in the dark and pinned me, then bound my hands with some poly rope he'd gathered up, dropped me to my knees, wrapped the rope around my neck, and alternated whipping me with the rope and fucking me in the ass. When dinner break was over, he untied me, and we both went back downstairs, flushed, and grinning.

I do miss playing with that bastard, I really really do. Years later I learned that he'd never played BDsM games with anyone but me, hadn't realized he'd wanted to until me, and was entirely winging it. If I had freaked, or gotten injured, he would have had no CLUE what to do about it...

So, Your Excellence, does that qualify?

Footnote to Quint: OMG, that was hot. Thank you for sharing!

 

[Private_Label]

...about a "choice" that T presented me with: either to take an obscenely large dildo up my ass or a knife up my cunt. The first (and hypothetical) time he gave me my options, I picked the knife, figuring he'd be considerably more tender with such a potentially devastating toy.

The second time wasn't hypothetical.

T binds me and sits next to my head, both of the options close at hand. He begins by toying (ha) with the knife. Passing it between his hands in front of my wide eyes, testing the blade on his fingers, commenting on how it would probably leave me torn for weeks. Relishing each detail, in a sorrowful, "It's such a pity because I really know you're going to hate this" sort of way. All the time spinning that blade back and forth, back and forth. My stomach is clenched hard.

Finally, of course, he presents the question again: "Are you sure you want the knife?"

Practically crying from fear, I mumble that I changed my mind......

...He bends over and grabs my tits, whispering into my ear, "You know, I'm so glad you didn't choose the knife. It's boring to just fuck you in the cunt all the time." I stiffen beneath him and he laughs. "That's right...I wasn't going to stick anything else in you but my dick anyway. You're the one that chose your ass. It's your fault. Your fault. Your fault." And he repeats this like a litany with each jerk, each impaling thrust, until he comes and lets my body drop to the bed.

<shiver> <scrunches eyes shut> <mewls, then falls over with hands in lap>

 

[caela]

He bends over and grabs my tits, whispering into my ear, "You know, I'm so glad you didn't choose the knife. It's boring to just fuck you in the cunt all the time." I stiffen beneath him and he laughs. "That's right...I wasn't going to stick anything else in you but my dick anyway. You're the one that chose your ass. It's your fault. Your fault. Your fault." And he repeats this like a litany with each jerk, each impaling thrust, until he comes and lets my body drop to the bed.

OMG ~fans self~ Quint you are one lucky woman! Turns just a light shade of green and scrolls up to re-read and perv on the sotry.

 

[Marquis]

I usually play all safe, sane and consentual, but I had a partner once who loved driving me out onto an edge, and then making me stand on my toes looking over the precipace...

Our first encounter... we'd flirted, joked, it was clear we were both more than a little pervy, so when he led me down into the college botanical gardens on his "lunch" break, (it was a night shift, so more like dinner,) I wasn't surprised. then he tangled me in my shirt, not ten feet from the road, near a streetlamp, and pinned my arms and fucked my face for twenty minutes, came down my throat, wiped off on my chest, and told me to get dressed and walk him back to work.

Our second encounter... was in a parking garage, also late at night. He led me into a concrete stairwell, bent me over a steel gaurdrail, threatened a couple times to snap my spine, asked me if I was getting hot, then put a cigarette out on my lower back. (Still have the scar. Master growls whenever he sees it.)

Our third encounter... His workplace was several stories, but only the groundfloor was used. Upstairs was like an empty warehouse. Vast, dark, cold, and echo-ey. One night, (again on his dinner break,) he told me he had something to show me, and led me up the back stairs. Then he led me across this empty echochamber, still in darkness but for slices of streetlamp light, though we could hear traffic and voices from the street below, into an extra-dark corner, and ordered me to strip, while he rummaged for something in the shadows. I obliged, then stood glancing around, waiting. he found what he was looking for, but slipped around behind me in the dark and pinned me, then bound my hands with some poly rope he'd gathered up, dropped me to my knees, wrapped the rope around my neck, and alternated whipping me with the rope and fucking me in the ass. When dinner break was over, he untied me, and we both went back downstairs, flushed, and grinning.

I do miss playing with that bastard, I really really do. Years later I learned that he'd never played BDsM games with anyone but me, hadn't realized he'd wanted to until me, and was entirely winging it. If I had freaked, or gotten injured, he would have had no CLUE what to do about it...

So, Your Excellence, does that qualify?

Footnote to Quint: OMG, that was hot. Thank you for sharing!

That totally qualifies, and the cigarette on the back is a beautiful touch.

 

[BlueSugar]

thankies for the compliments Marquis, rcuhljr and FurryFury

The drummer gave excellent spankings. Not too much SDS, thorough, long... loving and purely sadistic.
We were out towing one night, 7pm, summer, saturday night.
Needless to say the roads are busy.
Normally we'd wait till the wee hours to start messing around, so we wouldn't get interrupted by incoming calls from the boss or other truckers saying we have a car down in his area to be picked up or fixed.
But on that night, we were in a mood and couldn't wait to get at it. He had asked me to bring my laptop so we could watch porn, be in something cute and easy accessable, and a bottle of cold water because he was thirsty and hadn't made any tips yet to get himself set up.
I remembered the laptop.
I wore the cute little black/red skirt, and a tank top. No panties.
Didn't bring the water, but had a few dollars on me and told him we could stop and get whatever he wanted.
He said he didn't ask me to bring money, he said he wanted water when he picked me up, he said I would get punished for this.
I laughed, he up till then only joked about punishment.

heh. I shouldn't have.

Around 8pm, we get to a pull off on the expressway, told me to get on my hands and knees over his lap. I laughed, that puts my face into traffic's side no way. He rolled down his window and nearly growled to get on my fucking hands and knees like the bad girl I was.
He roped a rubber band around his radio handset, and put it on the personal station that they use to communicate from truck to truck instead of truck to home.
heh. uh oh?
He slowly told his coworkers he has a little treat for them, and told me to tell them what I had done and that I needed to be punished for over looking his exact wishes. And I did so, in the sweetest purring voice I could muster.
heh.. uh.. uh oh?
*SMACK* !!! light moan from me... a little giggle too thinking that this was going to be fun.
I bit my lip and got ready... this is going to be awesomely bad.
I had tears in my eyes, and was choking back little sobs by the time he was done. My ass was red, and his hands were shaking.

He whispered and swallowed hard, mostly because he was forced to, he was as breathless as I was... to tell his coworkers that I was sorry but pleased with my punishment, and to assure them I would never over look his wishes again.

I layed across his lap, holding into the window ledge (only then all the potential voyers stuck in traffic on their way to Jersey/Brooklyn did I remember), letting the breeze from traffic consume my body and cool it off, dry my tears and try and put on the fire on my ass and legs out. I heard him fumble with the radio to turn it back to normal.
Static sounded immediately by one of his coworkers breaking the silence, he told my drummer that what he heard was very very hot and he wants to meet me have his way with me and all that nasty talk. My drummer told him to fuck off, that I was his little cunt and he wasn't sharing.
I kissed him then.
He then guided my hand to his extremely hard cock.
I can still remember his greasy shaking hands, the smell of oil and grease on his work uniform... *coos*
I thanked him for the punishment by giving him an awesome blowjob.