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For those who love indulging in dark fantasies: welcome to my kinky sex stories. My personal preference with male submissives and slaves is for them to be locked in chastity much of the time, as I enjoy the tease and denial element this brings to the relationship. I also enjoy being the Dominant or Top for female submissives from time to time, and this aspect has been written up in a few erotic tales. There are also extreme scenes based on our enjoyment of rapeplay fantasy, fisting, begging for orgasms and objectification and humiliation. Speaking of humiliation, this is an aspect of BDSM which features time and time again in my kinky sex stories.

The element of consensual humiliation is one I find fascinating, as it horrifies and arouses me to extreme levels in equal degrees. Scenes of public nudity and fucking, gang bangs, slave auctions, pony girl play, fornophilia and Gor are just some of the kinks which form the basis of or at least influence some of my kinky erotica.

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Her eyelids would flutter, eyes behind enjoying the views and sensations of strangely recurrent dreams, her mind in another world — completely unaware of reality. Everything about me loathed this, hated that it was happening. Everything about me, that is, apart from my traitorous pussy which obediently and happily produced lubrication for his urgently penetrating member. The fact I was restrained, unable to do anything but comply, plus the loud urging from the audience meant he blew his hot load deep inside my cunt before too long.

As the barrier crashes down within him, crumbling to reveal his true self, tears then finally begin to form. I see the subtlest glint and can't help wetting my own lips with my tongue in anticipation —in between my incessant tirade, the code to unlock his complete submissive self. The spotlight centred on my naked, kneeling body is bright enough to just reveal the dark forms stood in a circle surrounding me. I feel the men's presence, rather than see them; I'm seeing the scene through my mind's eye in any case, with my eyes squeezed tightly closed, blocking out reality, even while it commands my full sensory attention.

All that mattered was that it was you, and I was Me, and we were at last together again, present physically rather than two souls connected over long-distance solely through shared perversions, creative intelligence and our consistently passionate bond. A mischievous gleam swirled like an undiscovered cosmos in her dark eyes, while her full red lips seemed determined to settle into a cheeky pout whenever they weren't getting her into trouble. Years of memories of shared sex intimacy raced through my mind, countless kinky scenes tumbling through together, overwhelming me with instant lust.

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That's how it feels, anyway. And I know that's how it looks. It was just an hour from when I got her message to when I arrived. Just an hour. Now, looking back, it seems almost impossible that there was just an hour of intermission between my old life to my new reality. Legs spread, ankles bound separately to the chair legs and my mauled tits and well-fucked entrance on full, humiliating display.

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My thumb, outside her body, steadily circled her exposed and erect clit using her leaked wetness as lube. I could feel her cunt getting even tighter around my fingers, and fucking her was getting harder and harder. Still, I wasn't going to give up so easily. Perhaps it was the discovery of a bottle of poppers in the bedside table, or it might have been that his friend was just so fucking horny that night. Either way, the stars were aligned for passionate boy-on-boy action.

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