Met a guy and he's asked if I'd like to go skiing with him. I've never done it before but I'm excited to try! He's a Dom and seems suuuuper kinky (he likes race play and degredation) so I can't wait. We're gon get drinn too, this is going to be such a fun night ;3

Petite nigger bitch asking to be captured and slaved

My wife asked me to start training over the course of two weeks, each time for a few hours, today I will sleep with the cage overnight.

I get it, im not a male model and will never be one, but am i really so hideous that no woman wants anything to do with me ? i know that if i was just given a chance i could make some woman very happy, im smart, funny, adventurous, a pretty decent artist, and i love going bowling as much as i love staying home and watching a movie, im also a firm believer in giving women as much oral sex as they can physically handle while NOT wanting anything in return, all im asking for is a chance ( trans women are welcome to)

Last weekend, I approached a group of middle aged women, at this club, with live gig. They were all pretty heated up from all the drinks, so me and a friend, payed a few rounds, and soon enough, there was dancing and laughter. One of them was having a birthday celebration, and at one point I asked, where are their men, at which they all yelled through laughter - at home.

I chose a short one, with the glasses, and short women tend to like me, because of my height. Very pretty, in a short black dress, some dirty dancing ensued. At one point I had to go to the toilet, and she just grabbed my fore arm, and went with me. But the thing is, I really had to go, so when she came into the cubicle with me, I just thought "fuck it", and took a piss. It wasn't as easy, since she was behind me, kissing my neck, going everywhere with her hands, so I started to get stiffy. She grabbed it in the end, while I was still leaking, gave it a shake as I was done, and pulled me back, got around me, put the lid on, sat on the toilet, and got it in her mouth.

I could still feel drops of piss on my cock head, before it was in her mouth. She knew what she was doing, and she clearly enjoyed it. And then I saw her wedding ring, and... I just unloaded, without a warning.

She swallowed till the very last drop, without flinching.

We came back and continued drinking, and when it was time to go, I offered her to come to my place, but she declined. Phone number? Nope.

And we just parted ways.

Women are fucking strange, and I love them for it.

I have a kink that’s hard to explain to most people. It’s not just about being naked — it’s about being seen. Exposed. Turned into something that’s not quite a person anymore... but more like a filthy little trophy.
I send strangers nudes of myself — raw, slutty, degrading photos — and I beg them to use them. Not just to jerk off. That’s too easy.
I want them to keep me. I want them to slide my photo into their wallet like a secret. I want them to make me their phone background, my legs spread wide for every text notification. And when they go a step further?
God, that’s when it gets good.
One man printed out a photo of me on glossy paper and stuck it to his fridge — right between his k**s’ artwork and the weekly grocery list. He sent me a pic of it with the caption: “You’re family now.”
Another man framed one of my more explicit shots — me, bent over, plugged, drooling — and set it on his office desk like I was his fiancée. Right next to a coffee mug and a photo of his dog. His coworkers had no idea, and that made it even hotter.
But the best?
One guy told me he was having a get-together — drinks, music, friends. And right before guests arrived, he cast my photo up on his giant TV. Full screen. Full spread. Lights low, image glowing.
He said nothing. Just let it sit there as people came in and noticed.
Some laughed. Some stared. A few asked who I was. And he just said, “She’s mine.”
I came so hard when he told me that.
Because this is what I love. To be humiliated. To be displayed. To be owned by strangers in quiet, wicked little ways. I'm not their girlfriend. I'm not even their secret. I'm just the slut in the frame, the whore on the screen, the background they scroll past during meetings.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Anyways, my post got a little spammed by me and others.. wanted to say I am meeting prof and blonde they have been asking for days. And as my Master doesn't seem in mood to have me like His little naughty sexy slave girl or make some porn ;p ... Ill just practice self control on being easily bothered and won't bother my Master with playful ideas.. will be wearing this but well just for a little of my own secret fun. Please take care of my Master when I can't. Thank You

I lost my virginity in college. Prior to that, I only had messed around with two women, but didn't have actual sex with. First one was my first gf - I got a few hand jobs, and a single, awkward bj, before we broke up.

Now, the second one was something different.

It was the summer before college, and I was spending it at my grand parents house. They lived in a small house, on the Mediterranean, and I would always spend my summers there. Now, this might sound like a confession of a super rich man, to a non European, but my mom originated from this little place, and my grand parents lived there all of their lives. So, not being rich, every summer, I would do kind of a house and yard work, on neighboring houses that are usually rented weekly, you know the drill.

In one of the small, stone houses, there was a woman, with her husband, but he traveled back and forth to the city, being there mostly on the weekends, and she stayed almost all through July and August.

Now, when you are 19, you imagine a 50 year old woman, as this old, wrinkled up granny. No, she was all the opposite of that, slim, petite, beautiful blonde, and she was so obviously a big city woman, you could see it, by the way she dressed, acted, her accent, and peculiar choice of wine she would drink, all day, every day. I thought about her a lot, since, she would sunbathe topless, when I am around, not caring about my gazes. I remember finding that strange, but on the second thought, she was sunbathing on this stone patio, that got out straight to the sea, so people swimming or passing by in their boats, could see her as well. Her tits were very small, but still firm, and I thought about them, as soon as I would go home, and was by myself.

She was giving me attention, only I would think that I was imagining it. She would suddenly have something to do in the house, while I was cleaning, sometimes in a dress, usually just in a bikini bottom. Now, in retrospect, I was a perfect target for a summer fling, I was young, I looked good, from all the work I put on, tanned from exposure to the sun.

I kissed her one afternoon, when she had to go into the cupboard, at the time I was in it, and it was obvious she just wanted to initiate something. We were in the bed, and when I got down on her (only sexual thing I did before and felt comfortable doing, wanting to show that I am not some schmuck, but a seasoned lover), I saw that she had nothing under her dress. Her pussy was bald and perfect, and she came really, really fast.

As I took my shorts down, ready for more, I guess she came to her senses, and asked me to stop. She said she is sorry, but that I have to go.

You can imagine the blue balls I had that day.

Tomorrow, she acted if nothing has ever happened.

The day after, her husband came back.

And that was it. I thought about that woman, for solid five years, at first, every night, then once a week, than monthly. This morning, I remembered her again, and decided to write this.

I enjoy these boards, since, here and there, you can run into some interesting confessions. So I thought about sharing mine, it isn't anything special, but it was an awkward episode, in somewhat uninteresting sex life I've had.

In my early 20s, I had this gf, who kept herself for marriage. I was 23, she was 21, and I was very persistent in the idea of breaking this vow.

It didn't go as planned. We would kiss, and grind, and grope each other, and I would get her so turned on, that many times I thought - this is it, she will give in, but no. And this continued for quite some time, five or six months, and I was blue balled every single day. Why did I stay with her? Well, she was so pretty, that the sole fact of being seen in public with such a woman, was a huge self esteem boost for me, I enjoyed the envy I felt from other men - they didn't know I wasn't doing anything.

After said period, she did start to crack a little, but that crack turned into handjob/pussy rubbing, still with her clothes on. It took me some time, but we got to do it naked, and it evolved into giving each other oral.

I was always looking for the next step, since every time we did something new, at first, she was very tight and reserved, but after few times, she would learn to enjoy it, and oh man, enjoy she did.

Towards the end, we got to the stage of dressing up, role playing, face fucking, mutual ass licking, everything but...

I tried to go for it, many, many times, but she would say no every single one of them, and she would even get mad at me.

In the end, she broke up with me, since it became obvious that I am not gonna marry her, at least not yet. She met an older guy, in his 30s, and married him within a year.

I have never been, even close to dating someone that beautiful. I sometimes ask myself, what if...

I had an interesting connection with a woman I have known for quite some time. She is not my friend, but she is a good friend of a couple I am friends with, and we have known each other for good 15 years. In that time, she was married twice, divorced twice, got into a midlife crisis, got fake boobs ,that look great on her skinny figure, and, I always fancied her, but thought that her life is too messy for me to actually try anything.

So, it was my friend's birthday, and there we were all out, a big group of people, and we all got wasted. I don't know if it was the booze, or the fact that I was the only single man in the group, she gave me so much attention during the night, that when the night was over, I asked her to come to my place, but only after some serious flirting and touching that happened beforehand.

I went down on her, and from there we ended up in a 69, and we both came, almost at the same time. In the morning, she had to go to work, gave me her number, and promised to see me again. Ghosted...

I did see her again, last weekend, she pretended like nothing happened.

That is a shame, since I really like her, but hey, at least I got something out of it.

Have I done something my Lord? Or just busy to allow me to tell You all my naughty thoughts and things that happened after that night You were around. I mean I can tell my Master is intense.. but if I was bad then I get why I am not allowed to share and tell to my Master or ask for a touch or a bite? Was I? And not allowed to be my Master's little cum toy? Or ask for some messy naughty things?
I did explained all to my Master, where we speak usually...