Bad BDSM

[Technodivinitas]

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.

Y'know, I just now went out for lunch with a friend, to a restruant that's directly across the street from that building. I kept staring at those upstairs windows, imagining that dark corner... I bet my friend was wondering what had that little devil's grin going on my lips...

 

[bustyblondebombshell]

I know exactly what you mean bustyblondebombshell!


No worries. Plenty of people have fantasies like this, trust me! I know I do. Often.

*hugs*

I'm not at all sure it has to be about one's worthlessness either. There are times when I feel pretty damn worthy but I still love and get off on fantasies like this in much greater and more graphic detail.

It's okay and for some of us fairly normal. Do let any well meaning persons tell you otherwise. If you share this many will try believe me. Even if you want to rid yourself of them, that doesn't mean it's not okay to have such thoughts.

I've written up some of my "worst" real fantasies in some SRP threads but for some reason for the most part I have kept my gang rape ones to myself.

I once talked to a guy online that was brave enough to tell me his gang rape or rape fantasies. It was like he took a page from my dark soul. Simply delicious!

Fury

I'm glad that isn't out of place then...... being fucked in the worst possible way is just sooo hot.

As I was reading through the rest of the thread, Marquis' post about the chinese girl had me thinking....... and then I remembered...

When I was about 18 I went to this club in central London, it was about 1am, I had just started dancing with this guy who I had never seen before. Sexy as hell, before I knew it we were dancing so raunchily we had an audience. He whispered in my ear that he needed to go to the bathroom and I should follow him.

5 minutes later, I was upstairs (the club had 5 floors) waiting outside the door to the gents... the door opened quickly, he pulled my arm and yanked me into the cubicle. Shoving tissue in my mouth, he tied my hands behind my back with his belt and pushed me over the toilet, lifting my skirt and pulling my thong to one side. Before I knew it, he was pumping his hot hard cock into me leaning over whispering what a dirty slut I am. The talking dirty just tripped me, the fact he was a stranger tripped me even more. I came like I had never cum before, after, he told me to stay like I was, his cum dripping down my leg whilst he stood leaning against the door to hold it open, smoking a cigarette. Every guy who walked into the toilets in the time it took him to smoke, saw me like that looking like a complete dirty slut.

I completely forgot about that..... thanks for reminding me!


Blue Sugar..... that story was so hot.... I would give anything to be you that night... mmmm.

In fact all of the posts so far that have detailed any event, has given me new fantasy material... thanks!

 

[CharleyH]

I once had an affair with a married woman. This is when I was teaching at my first school. She taught in the classroom next door to me. She would suck my dick during our planning hour and then go tell her class stories about her husband and how great their relationship was.

Fantasy is so great, huh?

 

[Marquis]

I'm glad that isn't out of place then...... being fucked in the worst possible way is just sooo hot.

As I was reading through the rest of the thread, Marquis' post about the chinese girl had me thinking....... and then I remembered...

When I was about 18 I went to this club in central London, it was about 1am, I had just started dancing with this guy who I had never seen before. Sexy as hell, before I knew it we were dancing so raunchily we had an audience. He whispered in my ear that he needed to go to the bathroom and I should follow him.

5 minutes later, I was upstairs (the club had 5 floors) waiting outside the door to the gents... the door opened quickly, he pulled my arm and yanked me into the cubicle. Shoving tissue in my mouth, he tied my hands behind my back with his belt and pushed me over the toilet, lifting my skirt and pulling my thong to one side. Before I knew it, he was pumping his hot hard cock into me leaning over whispering what a dirty slut I am. The talking dirty just tripped me, the fact he was a stranger tripped me even more. I came like I had never cum before, after, he told me to stay like I was, his cum dripping down my leg whilst he stood leaning against the door to hold it open, smoking a cigarette. Every guy who walked into the toilets in the time it took him to smoke, saw me like that looking like a complete dirty slut.

I completely forgot about that..... thanks for reminding me!


Blue Sugar..... that story was so hot.... I would give anything to be you that night... mmmm.

In fact all of the posts so far that have detailed any event, has given me new fantasy material... thanks!

My rating for that story:



Sheer erotica: 9
BDSM value: 9
Badness value: 8



26 points!

Great story.

 

[Marquis]

Fantasy is so great, huh?

You find it hard to believe I could get a female teacher to suck my dick during our planning hours?


She's lucky she got to me first. What a sad little world you must live in.

 

[Technodivinitas]

5 minutes later, I was upstairs (the club had 5 floors) waiting outside the door to the gents... the door opened quickly, he pulled my arm and yanked me into the cubicle. Shoving tissue in my mouth, he tied my hands behind my back with his belt and pushed me over the toilet, lifting my skirt and pulling my thong to one side. Before I knew it, he was pumping his hot hard cock into me leaning over whispering what a dirty slut I am. The talking dirty just tripped me, the fact he was a stranger tripped me even more. I came like I had never cum before, after, he told me to stay like I was, his cum dripping down my leg whilst he stood leaning against the door to hold it open, smoking a cigarette. Every guy who walked into the toilets in the time it took him to smoke, saw me like that looking like a complete dirty slut.

I completely forgot about that..... thanks for reminding me!

I'd ask how you could have forgotten- except I'd nearly forgotten the upstairs warehouse thing, myself. That sounds sick, bad, WRONNNNG- and delicious. Did you ever see him again? (Either in passing, which can be strange, or as a lover?)

That reminds me of one from back when I was too you g to be doing any of this, but was doing it anyhow...

I was at a house party- lots of beer, lots of smoke, lots of grass, and more than it's fair share of losers. This sleazy guy started hitting on me, wayyyyyy hard, and I kept politely walking away, but he always followed. Finally, I'm almost at my wits' end and about to make a scene when this tall, dark-eyed stranger strolls up and casually drapes his ar over my shoulder and hugs me close. "Is this guy bothering you, sweetheart," he asks me, as if we'd been lovers for years. I said yes, a little, and he asked if I wanted to just go home, to which I also agreed. His name was Andre, or so he told me then, and he and I developed the *strangest* relationship... We weren't "lovers", nor "dating", but on occasion, he'd sweep into my life, do something utterly romantic, then something nasty beyond describing, and then he'd vanish again. The first time, he came to my apartment, got me all dressed up on a merrywidow and white stockings, bound me to the daybed, and called a friend over. His friend was essentially vanilla, and while he thought I was hot, all dressed/bound up like that, kept hesitating to fuck me, or even to touch me, because I was playing entirely the victim, and he was terrified that I'd get lose and have them both arrested! After about an hour of his fretting, I finally broke down, and with rolling eyes, explained that no, it was fine, and no, I wasn't going to call the cops- I was having a terrific time, and would he please knock it off and just enjoy the gift he'd been given... He did, still nervously, and after he'd gotten off, zipped up, and gone, Andre appologized for him profusely, then fucked me til I couldn't breathe, kissed me gently, and left me that way- admittedly, I probably could have gotten free of the ropes any time, so he wasn't really putting me in much risk.

Months later, he called me up and told me to meet him at this sleazy hotel downtown, he had a surprise for me. He met me as I got off the bus, gave me a rose, and escorted me into the filthiest hotel room I've ever seen. The window was bricked in, and partially boarded over on the inside, the bathroom was little more tha a stall and had no door, the sink was a free-stander, with rusty dripping pipes- the picture of a dive. He then got me very very stoned, overpowered me, bound me to the bed with a hotel towel he had shredded, and used me like a cheap whore. When we were done, he untied me, threw my clothes at me, and told me to get the fuck out.

The final time we were together, he led me to his own apartment, again bound me to the bed, and took my anal virginity. Hard. I screamed bloody murder, and, having no safeword, kept trying to convince him that I was NOT kidding, and he'd BETTER fucking STOP!!! But in the end, I loved it, just like everything else he'd ever done to me. He didn't call me again though, and I never knew enough about him to ever look him up, or even to ask others about who he was or where he'd gone. He's another one I miss playing with...

 

[Marquis]

Goddamnit, I knew this shit was going to ruin this thread!


Whenever somebody doubts me when I've told the truth, it makes me wonder if shit I'm hearing must be lies and I'm just too naive to realize it.

Now the only person whose story I believe is Quint's.

 

[Technodivinitas]

I think...

I'm not sure that's what Charley meant, M...
And I'm sorry you have reason to doubt me, Blue Sugar, and the rest.
(Admittedly, your tale and Quint's were the hottest, though.)

Caveat: If my tales were fiction, they'd have been far wilder, and far more wrong. My imagination far outstrips my actual experiences.

 

[Marquis]

OK, honestly I thought 25 men in 7 days was rather hard to believe.

Other than that, I didn't really hear anything that I couldn't imagine happening, so I'm liable to believe whatever I hear.

 

[Marquis]

I'd ask how you could have forgotten- except I'd nearly forgotten the upstairs warehouse thing, myself. That sounds sick, bad, WRONNNNG- and delicious. Did you ever see him again? (Either in passing, which can be strange, or as a lover?)

That reminds me of one from back when I was too you g to be doing any of this, but was doing it anyhow...

I was at a house party- lots of beer, lots of smoke, lots of grass, and more than it's fair share of losers. This sleazy guy started hitting on me, wayyyyyy hard, and I kept politely walking away, but he always followed. Finally, I'm almost at my wits' end and about to make a scene when this tall, dark-eyed stranger strolls up and casually drapes his ar over my shoulder and hugs me close. "Is this guy bothering you, sweetheart," he asks me, as if we'd been lovers for years. I said yes, a little, and he asked if I wanted to just go home, to which I also agreed. His name was Andre, or so he told me then, and he and I developed the *strangest* relationship... We weren't "lovers", nor "dating", but on occasion, he'd sweep into my life, do something utterly romantic, then something nasty beyond describing, and then he'd vanish again. The first time, he came to my apartment, got me all dressed up on a merrywidow and white stockings, bound me to the daybed, and called a friend over. His friend was essentially vanilla, and while he thought I was hot, all dressed/bound up like that, kept hesitating to fuck me, or even to touch me, because I was playing entirely the victim, and he was terrified that I'd get lose and have them both arrested! After about an hour of his fretting, I finally broke down, and with rolling eyes, explained that no, it was fine, and no, I wasn't going to call the cops- I was having a terrific time, and would he please knock it off and just enjoy the gift he'd been given... He did, still nervously, and after he'd gotten off, zipped up, and gone, Andre appologized for him profusely, then fucked me til I couldn't breathe, kissed me gently, and left me that way- admittedly, I probably could have gotten free of the ropes any time, so he wasn't really putting me in much risk.

Months later, he called me up and told me to meet him at this sleazy hotel downtown, he had a surprise for me. He met me as I got off the bus, gave me a rose, and escorted me into the filthiest hotel room I've ever seen. The window was bricked in, and partially boarded over on the inside, the bathroom was little more tha a stall and had no door, the sink was a free-stander, with rusty dripping pipes- the picture of a dive. He then got me very very stoned, overpowered me, bound me to the bed with a hotel towel he had shredded, and used me like a cheap whore. When we were done, he untied me, threw my clothes at me, and told me to get the fuck out.

The final time we were together, he led me to his own apartment, again bound me to the bed, and took my anal virginity. Hard. I screamed bloody murder, and, having no safeword, kept trying to convince him that I was NOT kidding, and he'd BETTER fucking STOP!!! But in the end, I loved it, just like everything else he'd ever done to me. He didn't call me again though, and I never knew enough about him to ever look him up, or even to ask others about who he was or where he'd gone. He's another one I miss playing with...

You girls are such sluts!!!!

I love it!!

 

[Technodivinitas]

You girls are such sluts!!!!

I love it!!

Uhm, no, 25 men in 7 days- THAT is slutty. Even by my standards, and I've been a tramp since jr. high! (But I don't hold that against Shy- I have to admit, I too am jealous.)

Once during a runaway phase, while I was still quite young, I was living in a broken down tourbus. (Belonged to some musicians I knew.) I met this pair of guys- they might've been bro's, but I'm not really sure- At any rate, I did one, then the other one comes knocking at my bed curtain wanting his. I, more joking off my sluttiness, said I'd do him but I didn't want them to think I was a slut. (YOU can hear the sarcasm, right?) The guy putting on his pants pipes up with- "that's okay. We don't think you're a slut, we know it." I threw them both out. C'mon. I was a teenager. It was a little hard for my then tender ego to manage. Besides, is that any way to treat a girl who's about to sleep with your best friend? Moron. *LOL*

Of course now, I accept my brazenness. Hey- if men can get all they want and be heroes for it, what makes it any different for us? (Nothing, unless you choose to feel pointless societally bullshit imposed guilt. )

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Hey- if men can get all they want and be heroes for it ...

Actually, i think the PC term for it now is "having difficulty in committing to a relationship."

 

[nightdancer2876]

The hottest thing I have ever done-

One of my friends and I had "hooked up" for a little mutual gratification from time to time.

He called at about 1130 and asked if he could come over. I said sure. I cracked a beer and started drinking, because truth be told, sex with him was better 3-4 beers in. I was laying on my living room floor when he walked in. As usual, no real conversation, etc, we just started at it. A few minutes later, the door opened again. It was a friend of ours as well. D had to have brought him, as they lived in the next town. He settled on the couch to watch. As D was behind me, J grabbed my hair to pull me up to give him a blow job. I'm not going to lie, I couldnt keep the tempo of both up, and so I told D that he was going to sit and watch me fuck our friend, and he was going to like it. Every time he would move, shift, talk, etc I told him to shut the fuck up or I was going to stop. I made him do a few things, like put J inside me, hold my hair while I was blowing J, etc but for the most part, I made him sit on the trunk at the foot of my bed and watch.

After it was all said and done, and they left, I really didnt feel good about myself and it did affect my friendship with J until he moved back to Cali. D, on the other hand, still very good friends with, and I dont even think he has told his fiancee that it was me he tag-teamed.


Dancer

 

[Marquis]

I'll say this until I'm blue in the face.

Women are their own worst enemies.

Women call men dogs all the time, does that stop us from sniffing in every backyard we jog by? Most females are more worried about other females calling them sluts than other men. Men really don't care that damn much.

 

[lonelysub]

UUmmmm.... Marquis?

Will you consider ALSO believing my story? Especially since I have photo proof?? Please???

Some folks might say that it's kinky but not really bdsm. I beg to differ.

B as in Bdsm. I was obviously bound.

D as in discipline. My Hubby gave me an order and I complied.

S His giggling at my discomfiture.

M My discomfiture coupled with getting EXTREMELY hot and bothered.

Any further questions as to if it qualifies for bdsm?

 

[Marquis]

The hottest thing I have ever done-

One of my friends and I had "hooked up" for a little mutual gratification from time to time.

He called at about 1130 and asked if he could come over. I said sure. I cracked a beer and started drinking, because truth be told, sex with him was better 3-4 beers in. I was laying on my living room floor when he walked in. As usual, no real conversation, etc, we just started at it. A few minutes later, the door opened again. It was a friend of ours as well. D had to have brought him, as they lived in the next town. He settled on the couch to watch. As D was behind me, J grabbed my hair to pull me up to give him a blow job. I'm not going to lie, I couldnt keep the tempo of both up, and so I told D that he was going to sit and watch me fuck our friend, and he was going to like it. Every time he would move, shift, talk, etc I told him to shut the fuck up or I was going to stop. I made him do a few things, like put J inside me, hold my hair while I was blowing J, etc but for the most part, I made him sit on the trunk at the foot of my bed and watch.

After it was all said and done, and they left, I really didnt feel good about myself and it did affect my friendship with J until he moved back to Cali. D, on the other hand, still very good friends with, and I dont even think he has told his fiancee that it was me he tag-teamed.


Dancer

Ahhhh, the tag team. I have a few college stories about that ritual as well.

 

[Marquis]

Will you consider ALSO believing my story? Especially since I have photo proof?? Please???

Some folks might say that it's kinky but not really bdsm. I beg to differ.

B as in Bdsm. I was obviously bound.

D as in discipline. My Hubby gave me an order and I complied.

S His giggling at my discomfiture.

M My discomfiture coupled with getting EXTREMELY hot and bothered.

Any further questions as to if it qualifies for bdsm?

Your story was definitely BDSM, and not so outrageous that I wouldn't believe it.

I don't really doubt shyslave, but 25 men in 7 days, to me, is by far the most unusual of things posted here. 3-4 different men every day for a week?!

That's porn star quality attitude on sex, which I can't imagine is that common, although sometimes I wonder. Beyond that, I can't see finding that many seperate partners every day for a week quite as easy as all that, and that's not to mention the physical wear and tear! When you're fucking 25 guys, the chances that a couple are going to be big enough to hurt you are pretty good, I think.

In any case, I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation, I just have no idea what it is.

 

[nightdancer2876]

My best friend and I had a bet similar. However we got to 5 and 7 and gave it up. Not only were we sore, it was too much effort, lol. We opted for nachos and margaritas instead.


I have tag-teamed only one other time, MFF. My first and only lesbian experience. It was good, I enjoyed it, but it wasnt any sort of BDSM to it.


The tied to a sign post one...How in the world did you not get caught? Thats a california sign???


D

 

[Marquis]

This brings up a question I've always had, but I think it deserves it's own thread. Check me out in the cafe.

 

[Marquis]

I want to include this clip to the list of Bad BDSM things that turn me on and shouldn't.

 

[Marquis]

This is good too.

 

[canadiancutie]

This is good too.

haha that's awesome

 

[Technodivinitas]

Chicks really do fight way different, don't they. I never was much of a brawler, myself. But I've never understood why, when they go all out with claws and hair, and sometimes teeth, they never use their feet or their legs. ~shrugz~ I've also never understood why that's such a hot spot for guys.

As for the first clip- damn! That old broad had some moxy, and homeboy didn't seem to know to quit when he was ahead! *LOL*

 

[Killishandra]

both of those clips just make me sad, especially the second one.

I guess if power abuse isn't done in an erotic context, I just don't get the appeal.

 

[Marquis]

both of those clips just make me sad, especially the second one.

I guess if power abuse isn't done in an erotic context, I just don't get the appeal.

You never feel kinda sad and turned on at the same time?