Below are a few prompts. Some are more fleshed out ideas and others are simply jumping off points. My other prompts are open as well.

I’m looking for some heavy bondage play: sleepsacks, breath play, straitjackets, hoods, etc you get the idea.

-21 ONLY -chat preferred -please let me know your limits and what prompt you are interested in (don’t send me the start of a story)

Kinks: bondage, extreme bondage, pain (light to intense), body worship, choking, pet play, humiliation and degradation, voyeurism/ exhibitionism, knife play, blood play, predicament, dungeon furniture, dub/non con, sloppy oral, gangbangs, anal, etc

Limits: underage, scat, snuff, vomit, animals, tickling, pregnancy

Bonus points if you want to get into some darker themes : fear play, non-con, degrading torture.

The Kinky Slice of Life

Looking over the suitcases I double checked my mental list for both of us. I snapped my finger remembering to grab our toiletry bags off the bathroom sink. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed them, giving my lipstick a small touch up before going back to the bedroom and tossing them in our respective luggages and zipping both shut. Sure, it wasn’t sexy or glamorous but it was part of the reality of prepping for our little getaways.

In a few hours our day to day life would be behind us for the next 4 days. In a few hours we would be at our lakeside home, far away from prying eyes, and filled with possibilities we have dreamed up together. I bit my lip and moaned softly thinking about what fresh hell you will introduce to my body. I imagined the delicious feeling of being bound and exposed, the pain of a flogger, and the fear and pleasure a blindfold can bring. Now, I just need you to get home so we can get on the road!

Searching for a Dom

My stomach was In butterflies as I got out of my car and walked the half block to the side entrance of a row of buildings. The front half of the shops faced the main road and had little foot traffic, inside were small shops that closed down by 5 pm every day. The backs ran together in a long line and housed a seating area and a bar and some pool tables, it had the feeling of an Elk lodge or something, less sexy than what it really was.

At the far back corner, past coat check, you could round the stairs and head down to the basement. This is where I was headed tonight.

Every week this secret little establishment would open its doors to the real kinksters of our town. This was the local bdsm club and tonight was Rope 101.

I waved hi to the regulars who managed the bar and headed down for the class. Inside it was set up like partnered yoga. I sat my stuff down and waited in hopes that tonight i could get paired up and learn how to submit into the ropes.

BDSM Island Vacation

The brochures were sleek and sold the gorgeous white sandy beaches well. “Your dream is just a plane ride away” was emblazoned in white letter across the photo. I took the brochure and tucked it in my backpack for later. The subway came to a halt with the crackling speaker announcing the destination and that this train was switching to express. I move from my seat toward the doors and exit.

Living and thriving in this city are two very separate thoughts. I was just living and making the best of the time I had left of it while I’m school. The looming thought of student loans, job hunting, and possibly even grad school hung over my head. Post undergrad was tough and the options made me almost nauseous to think about.

I get home and finish my homework for the day. As I putting my computer back I see the brochure, I laugh a little. “Let’s just look.” I say to myself. Immediately it becomes clear that this Adults Only resort is definitely Adult themed! My eyes widen as the website reveals more details about the exclusive nature and the privacy that you can expect from a place like this.

“Our sprawling 5-Star campus has 2 miles of dedication beachfront, 24 different bars, a full-stakes casino, 14 different dungeons.” My eyes go back, “what?” I say softly. Feeling my own wetness start to build. Digging more and more into the site I discover this is where the wealthy go to play their private BDSM games. Then I see it, the little button that catches my eye. “Recent Grads”

“1 full year term of service, with two month long breaks, will wipe away all of your debt, plus plenty more to take home!” A smile creeps over my face. All I have to do is submit to be a play toy for a year? My fingers click the apply button faster than I can think.