Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 27: Dark BDSM Erotic Story Involving Bondage and Spanking

Episode Date: October 18, 2020

Don't forget you can go ahead and download your own FREE full length experiential erotica, just by coming to see me at wyldedesires.comBe warned, this is a dark BDSM erotic story, so please only listen if you are willing to surrender to me, and satisfy those dark desires that burn through your body.Diane worked for States Prosecutors office. She was a woman in control. She took pleasure in dominating men in and out of the courtroom.Until now.Tonight she will surrender all that responsibility. She will submit completely to a man she barely knows. She will surrender to her darkest passions which she has kept hidden for so long.Tonight she will transform into the woman the lusts to be.

Please remember this is an adult's only podcast and does contain some very sensual themes. So please only listen to this podcast if you are happy to explore your deepest sensual fantasies with me and are of a suitable age. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another, all wild in bed. Your Sunday night destination for salacious stories. finger-licking good fantasies and good old-fashioned filthy fun now

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experiential erotic audio story just for coming I don't know if you're aware but I have a book coming out soon Lamb to the Slaughter yes and it will be an e-book and audio book formats and tonight's story is inspired by

a particular scene in that book now you know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed Just put your earbuds in, close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice, moving over and inside you. And when you're ready to submit to the pleasures of tonight's story, just go ahead and take a deep breath and hold it for a moment and release it with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next 30 minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time, your time to relax.

Your time for sensuous satisfaction. Your time to release that inner passion as you listen to my voice and feel the story moving through your body. I walked around the block again. Why I don't know. It wasn't going to change. anything. I'm a confident woman, have a successful career. Yet here I am, about to have sex with a man. I barely know. But more than that, I will succumb to his will, his desires,

his needs, and I will submit with pleasure, because I need to, and because I want to, finally sucking in a large breath to steady my nerves. I walk up the short flight of steps to his front door. How the hell does one man intimidate me so much? I mutter to myself. Why am I so nervous around him? Why does his voice alone leave me suffused with an edge of restless energy? I know our futures are entwined,

something I have no doubt he wants even like. less than I. But he needs me as much as I need him. There's some kind of inexplicable force of something between us, something I've yet to understand. I should be on an equal footing with this man, but I am most definitely not. I can't even be near him without becoming aroused. And to hear him speak. God, I lose my shit every time. I'm still feeling the pull of him from this afternoon. Get a damn grip. I whisper under my breath, taking a sharp breath to steady my nerves. A flock of what sounds like geese fly above me as I knock. My hand trembling, with the most authoritative force that I can manage. Who the hell am I kidding? I'm here as kidding. I'm here as kidding.

Not as a state prosecutor, listening for footsteps, waiting to hear some echoing resonant tone that I might expect to hear in some 1970s horror film. There's nothing, just a gentle swish as the door opens. Kitten, I'm so glad you could come, my belly flutters at his lower lowering tone. The mysterious shrouds of that leather mask, the flickering. blue in his eyes that make me throb deep in my core. His lips tremble ever so slightly as he speaks and

gestures me inside. Please come in. You may leave your coat in the closet there. Awareness of him tingles over my skin as his hand drifts to indicate a wooden door to the right of his corridor entrance.

As I hang up my coat, a feeling of complete vulnerability drifts over me. and my breathing becoming ragged as I think of being naked in front of him, in front of the world, yet feeling so safe, so secure, like being back in my daddy's arms. Thank you, I answer, with a shiver racing up my spine. Would you like a drink?

I think it's best that we discuss things before we go any further. There are things that we need to agree upon. I nod and offer him a thin smile, grateful for anything that can steady my nerves. Vodka and soda, please. Excuse me, Kidden? He replies with a hint of irritation. I swallow hard,

trying to ignore the thoughts running through my mind about his face beyond the mask, the way it might feel between my thighs, the way he may or may not look when I've disappointed him or pleasure, him. Vodka and soda, please, sir. Kitten, we are in a rather unique position, he says smoothly.

Away from these moments, you need me to ensure your survival. In these moments, you need me to ensure your pleasure. So we need to establish that you trust me. Do you trust me, Diane, completely? Until this afternoon there was no way I could have given him an honest yes. But seeing him with Joseph, how protective he was about the children. The sincerity of everything he said and did has left me with a strange feeling of security in his presence.

What's more is that Bob trusted him enough to tell him everything, knowing full well that if it went wrong, it would be Bob that would be the first to hang. and I trust Bob with my life. The heavy force of his gaze is searing, as if there's no one else that matters at the moment. Nothing but me, nothing but this and us. Yes, sir, I trust you completely.

Hearing the words come from my lips, I actually find myself relaxing, as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders and that, along with the sudden ache building between my thighs, eyes, has me swallowing another lump in my throat. I'm surrendering myself completely to this man, and for the first time in a long time, I feel safeguarded, preserved, and I want to be pleasureed, I want to pleasure. I want to submit to this man, and I just know it's right.

Dear God, I hope, Kitten, you will have no doubt noticed a different side to my character this afternoon. The art isn't a voice of pure silk. With the current situation, that will become more and more prevalent. Don't be frightened by it. As long as we are fighting for the same reasons, you'll have no reason to ever fear me. Now finish your drink, he says with a ghost of a smile.

I need to show you something. The strength in his voice trembles between my thighs. I've never been so aroused by or so achingly attracted to another man. I nod and drain the last drops of my vodka, wishing there was at least another swallow. Then place the empty glass on the occasional table. Close your eyes, kitten. His gaze darkens and the shiver slides through me at its intimate baritone voice. Another blazing ache fills my core, along with a hundred,

are different sensations. Abediently, my eyes slide shut as if by their own accord. The warmth of Dominic's breath moves over my neck, around my ears. The silky caress of his beard, sliding along my skin, sent shutters all the weight out my spine, and deep into my belly. There is something so animalistic about his cologne, so raw. Barely tamed Such a damn turn on

It's like nothing I have smelled before As he whispers my whole body trembles Kitten When we close off one sense All of our other senses Become so much more acute Tonight You will do without sight

I will be your eyes I will lead you where you need to go You will be perfectly safe, provided you follow my instructions, exactly my clear. His fingertip brushes over my cheek gently, provocatively. My God, I want him. Yes, sir. Excellent. He says hoarsely, the low growl underpinning his voice,

almost strangles my flow of conversation, vibrating in my core. causing the first drips of moisture to drip down my thighs, making my breath catch in my throat and intensifying the sensations already moving through my body. Panting softly, my nerves tingle with the threat of what may happen tonight, the element of danger only serving to heighten my excitement. I suppose we should have a safe word, if it will make you feel better.

I can't imagine needing any kind of safe word with this man, but a sudden nervousness spills over my body. The tremble of nerves and desire merging to create another new, intense sensation. What are you going to do to me, Dominic? He cups the back of my head. And even though I can't see him, I'm painfully aware of every blazing, hot, strong, hard inch of his body. what I am going to do is give you pleasure your but whispers a unique pleasure

one that I am confident you have never experienced before but I'm not going to tell you how kitten that will be my surprise he pauses with his tongue moving over his lips and in truth

half the pleasure The caress of soft material is suddenly kissing my cheeks, so warm, so gentle, yet so intense with the promise of pleasure. He whispers again as the sharp bite of a strap being tightened accentuates his words, his strength, his sexuality. Your safe word, Diane, he utters in a tone that sends a heavy ache deep in my core. Not that I'm promising I will listen. Of course. Vodka, I say, without a second thought, almost embarrassed at such a pathetic choice of words.

But the only non-sexual one that I can think of with his whispers occupying my mind with every sexual thought I have ever had. A whirlpool of desire floods through my mind, imagining a long rush of wicked dark pleasures at the hands of this man. My muscles strain with a sudden urge to open my legs. To shift my breaths against him, to offer myself, to do anything to get him to touch me. Good, now take my hand. We will be going through a door and then down a flight of stairs.

I will tell you each step as you need to take it so you don't falter. Of course, I will walk in front of you, so you will only fall into me if you do stumble. Gone are the gentle tones he had spoken to. Joseph with every word now becoming punctuated by the edge of a growl, a threat of pain, of torment, of satisfaction. A gentle creak in the whisper of a cold breeze sends a rush of goosebumps peppering across my skin. When he says, the step kitten, I gently feel for the edge of the step with my foot. Once I find it, I let my foot slide down. Slowly we move down the steps, his hand holding me firmly all the way.

That's it, now take a seat. Ushering my body into what feels like a plushed leather chair. The weight of anticipation forces me to sit. Whatever happens tonight, I know will happen here, in this chair, in this room that I have never even seen. now, kids and I want you to relax after yesterday

it's obvious that I will have to take full control of the situation but just lean back and relax even with the rough edge of a growl in his voice somehow I still relax

I still lay back I still surrender letting the chair support me embrace me Suddenly his grip is on my left ankle, moving it assertively firmly. A cold metal buckle snapping into place, biting my flesh sharply. How?

The word just comes out, a reaction I have no control over. That is just a start, kitten. There will be many more owls tonight. The hint of menace in his tone. The dark threat of danger scares me, nerves me, yet arouses me out of my ever-loving mind, shockingly so. With my breast growing, heavy and tender, being vaguely aware of what he's doing, I feel his hand, being warm and warm to the touch, sliding over my right ankle in a forcible, but provocative

and desirous glide. It has my clip pulsing for his touch, and I gasp at the sudden realization of being strapped in and completely unable to move my legs. His breath moves up my body with pure, beautiful silkenese. As the faintest caress of his moist, warm lips, brushes over my skin just as he begins to lift my skirt up. I lay motionless and soundless, so wet, so turned on, so ready. As the rough scars of his fingertips Push all my desire into one place

One spot He slides my panties to one side And a cold breeze kisses over my clit Transforming the painful ache Into an almost unbearable stinging need for satisfaction I sigh Feeling my heartbeat like a drum in my ears As his tongue glides over my mound

Tasting me with long, deep, deep relaxed licks of his tongue. Like he knows every last inch of my body and what it needs, what it craves. My hips strain with longing to hoist into him, to feel him closer, tighter, deeper. With a low, soft moan, he takes my clip between his lips,

firmly, forcibly, and my body clenches violently, desperately, lingering in agony and suffering, Fuck, I don't know how long I can last. It's important that you relax, kitten, if you are to enjoy this, as much as I know you can. The growl in his voice vibrates through my clit, my clenching undeniable,

my pussy's so wanting for his pleasure, for his mouth, his fingers, its cock. Take a deep breath and hold it. When I do as he orders, a shock of cold lubricant hits my pussy, electrifying my body. Fuck, how can I not come?

My pussy grasped desperately at the air, needing to be filled, aching to feel him inside, just as my body tries to twist away from the intense pleasure burning through me, the torment aching between my thighs. His finger pushes gently into my ass that's covered in lubricant.

Oh God! I tense every nerve in my body lighting up in an explosion of taboo pleasure. inviting him deeper, pleading for all of him, gasping in pain and pleasure, panting like a dog in heat. Now breathe out, he says in a tone that feels like electricity surging through my thighs. His finger slides in and out of me, massaging along my most private place. My body tenses for him, wanting more, trying to drag him into me, needing to fill him, fulfill me completely. maybe ten times, maybe twenty.

My God, I feel like I'm losing my mind. The desire to orgasm overriding any reasonable thought. When he moves his finger, an emptiness floods through me. I suck in a breath every nerve in my body tingling as he caresses my body. Leasily, flawlessly, taking his time to open up my skirt as he glides upwards. His lips brushing over every inch of my skin, teasing, kissing, biting, making the delicate, wet flesh between my legs, tense and tighten. And when I hear myself moaning and gasping with every seductive nip of his teeth, it's a foreign sound, one I have never heard coming from my lips. Diane, he whispers roughly.

the leather mask rubbing my skin while the abrasion sensitizes every spot just as he bites it his tongue traces over the curve of my breasts as he releases the last button of my shirt and the soft material falls back the cold air fuelling the ache in my nipples as they push hard against the lace of my bra

a silky roughness of his beard causes my skin to spontaneously explode with electricity wherever it touches. His lips brush over a nipple, so gentle, so sensitive. Then he bites hard, callously, tugging at it like a ravenous animal. Fuck! Lashes of his tongue sting across my flesh like a spreading hot fire, and with every twist of his head a small part of me fears that he might actually injure me. My hands grasped desperately at his hair, not sure if I want to pull him off or pull him closer. Unexpectedly, he drops my nipple from his lips. The sudden release, sending a barrage of pain ricocheting through my body like a hundred sharp knives. The pain

throbs all the way through my clit. No hands kitten. Or shall I tie those as well? I force my hands to drop away As his lips begin to suck gently On my nipple again Circling it with the tip of his tongue Teasing along its erect height The burn turns to electricity And my body arches in response

So close to losing control So close to coming Yet holding onto the edge of a cliff Willing him to push me over The soft caress of his lips of his lips, his tongue, his beard, all trace electric lines of desire as he moves down and over my stomach. The whisper of a kiss over the top of my thighs, the burning plunge of his teeth, the leather mass pressing hard into my soft flesh, with his breath dancing over my lips.

He gently eases them apart as his tongue invades deeper. Tomnik! His mouth slides around my sex and a glow starts to. swirl inside my body. His tongue slides up, circling my clit, teasing it, tempting it. My body's so damn aroused that I feel like crying out to be licked harder, plunged deeper, bitten and used and controlled. His fingers dig deep into my thighs and he ferociously bites my clit, pulling it hard into his mouth as his tongue whips at it again and again and again. Irresistible torrents of pain and pleasure course through my body as I convulse, bending with the undeniable force of the most amazing orgasm and my life in the waiting.

Fuck! I try and control it, but it feels too good to resist. He releases my clit and the orgasm escapes me, my back bowing shamelessly as I tried desperately to hold on to the pleasure, but failing in my desperation. Tears well up in my eyes. screaming at the agonizing torment of frustration and his breath is hard as he utters I won't let you come yet kitten

but I promise when you do it will be worthwhile his beard teases at my thighs as he slides back down my body his hands pushing my legs apart just enough that the restraints have aches and cramps building through my spine Long, slow licks of his tongue

Feel like warm satin as he caresses around my folds So gently maintaining the waves of my orgasm Keeping me at the very edge Vexing me with my own desire Driving me out of my fucking mind The very tip of his tongue torts around my clit Not quite there but almost Licking my sensitive flesh

trapping it so lightly between his tongue and teeth when a gentle rumble of a low growl erupts from his chest it vibrates through his tongue onto my clit the sensation driving me to the edge of madness he slides a finger back into my ass pushing deeper stretching wide the cold cream sinking further and further inside my body I squeeze my eyes shut, aching for him even more, every nerve alive and on red hot fire

with the sensation of excitement and hunger and desperation. The very tip of his finger teases, flicking, massaging so gently. While, despite the gentility of his touch, every damn movement throbs through my body, through my head and I need more. God, I need everything. When he eases his finger out, that emptiness returns. The need to be filled, to be full, cascades over my body. Without warning, he pushes a vibrator into my ass,

the soft buzz moving through his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, stimulating every cell in my body, crying out in desperation, needing to come like never before. Please, Tomic, my God, let me come. Not yet, kitten. With every thrust of the vibrator, shockwaves push further through my body.

I know I can't control it for much longer. The pleasure flooding through my body is too intense to control. My moans, cries of desperation are building to a crescendo. How much longer will this torture last? Will he ever let me come? Will he ever fill me with his body? Will he ever allow me to release his aching torment inside? me. His body shifts, leaving me needy and aching. The lone comfort of the vibrator still throbbing

inside me, almost painfully. Inch by mercilessly slow inch, his lips teasingly move up my body, his tongue caressing every inch, stimulating, electrifying as his beard brushes my cheek, an explosion of lust showers over my body, and I can't hold back of it. a cry of pleasure. Remember what I said, kitten. Relax into the pain, the need, the anguish. Make it your own. Then you'll be free. His warm whispers penetrate deep inside me. The tease of leather caresses my cheek while I desperately try to think what the strange sensation could be. It's firmer than the bookmark, but smaller than his mask. Not a lot of whip, surely not. I swallowed hard, Jesus, no. This riding crop, you will learn to love and respect

kitten. It will bring you pleasure, but also pain. Great pain. I will set you free from your sheep's clothing. With my ass clenching, every sensitive muscle trying to fight the strange invasion of the vibrator while waiting for the first agonizing thrash from the crop. He starts rotating, the vibrator, then pushes every inch of his hard cock into my pussy, while the vibrator continues to throb inside my back opening. Each rust unrelenting, deep and deeper, hard and unforgiving. My aching core that's grateful to be full at last sucks at him, clenching and squeezing, willing him deeper, desperate and determined to feel his satisfaction, explode inside of me. My body is filled to capacity, fuller than ever before, more pleasured than I have ever experienced.

He pauses for a moment, mid-thrust, his breath hot against my ear. Embrace the pain. The crop whipped barbarically at my clit, stinging along his shaft as he thrusts again, hotly, savagely, tempestuously. My thighs clutch at the torrent of pain, burning like sea. Deering molten larva through my nerves, while his rumbling growl is threatening, menacing, becoming a roar as the tremors at the crop vibrate through his cock and deep into my pussy. I feel the pain just as you do. Embrace it. Another thrust, harder and unrestrained, as my lips burn like hot coals around his cock,

while the vibrator pulses harder into me, like a painful, tender, unwelcoming, invasion. My body trembles with the anticipation of pain and satisfaction. I take a breath, forcing myself to relax, blinking away the stinging in my eyes and waiting for the searing bite of the whip, waiting for the next seconds of needful, harrowing, pain-filled hot fire that fills both openings of my body, waiting for that final thrust, and the feeling of warm seam and spurting inside my sex, waiting for pleasure, satisfaction, bliss. Jesus, I can't hold back, I'm going to come whether he likes it or not. With the vibrator still buzzing in my ass, his hand slides over my stomach, then over my breasts, my nipples ache to be touched,

but he ignores him, while his thumb gently caresses the front of my neck before pressing lightly, then firmly. I struggle to grasp for breath. breath. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Another thrust harder still. Every nerve ending in my body pulsing with electricity. His thumb presses more firmly on my throat and my chest empties of air. The veil of dizziness descending over me. My head drifts to one side and I feel like I might faint. Panic and confusion clouded my thinking. My mind cascading perplexity. Another thrust and spasms spills. Another thrust. spread through my pussy, the orgasm threatening my body as it spirals out of control. That's it. Come for me now, kitten. Come for me, now!

His thumb releases my neck and I gasp in wonderful, beautiful breaths of air. My head dizzy with a rush like no other I've ever felt. My God, no more, please! Another thrust and my body clutches with wild pulsing sensations burning through me. My orgasm denied for too long. Explodes through my body like a blazing hot fire, crashing and igniting. My pussy quaking and trembling through a torrent of pleasure, squeezing his cock hard as he starts spurting hot threads of satisfaction inside of me, releasing a guttural growl from somewhere deep in his chest

that is more sensual sounding than anything I'd ever experience. Ride it, kitten! He thrusts again, emptying himself fully, and I shiver with satisfaction as I fill his wretched as I fill his wretched. release dripping down my thighs. My body trembles with salacious waves of pleasure. Time seems to just pass by, completely aware of how long we remain like this. With him still inside me.

Both of us still basking in the afterglow. Good girl, he says after another long moment. Now relax for a little longer. His fingers gently move the damp hair from my face as he caresses me gently, then pulls out, the sensation of him moving along my lips sending an aftershock through my body. As he slides a vibrator out of my ass, the sensations intensify once more, causing me to gasp without warning. Sadly, when he moves away, I ache for him to touch me, to hold me. None of which he does.

after what seems like forever I hear his soft footsteps return sip this slowly he places the rim of a glass against my lips his hand holding the back of my head gently you might want to sleep for a short while afterwards you can stay the night should you wish or you can go home there is no need to decide now I will be right here next year as you rest. As the buckles loosen around my ankles, the sensation seems to trigger my desire to sleep. The velvety touch of a blanket embraces my body and a relax into the soft cushion of sleep, feeling his fingers through my hair again. His gentle whisper against my ear.

Sleep, kitten. Sleep. You are safe here. His gentle, kiss on my forehead, seems to take energy left in me away as I drift into a deep sleep. So, I hope you enjoyed that little bit of a pussy punishment. I will let you know when Lambda the slaughter is on the shells because you know it's going to make Halloween halt. Of course, any feedback is gratefully received? Now next week, with Halloween coming up,

I'm going to do a Halloween office party story. Of course, this is just not going to be about kissing by the voticopia. That is just so not me. But for now, and always with your pleasure of night, this is devil and wild, wishing you salacious dreams. Now, as you have enjoyed this show this evening, you can go ahead and subscribe to my podcast. So you don't miss another salacious episode.

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