I’m actually in a luxury Airbnb three towns over with a woman I’ve been seeing for six months. We haven’t left the bedroom once. I send my wife photos I found on Google Images and tell her the reception is bad. The rush of the lie makes the sex 100x better. I don’t even feel bad anymore tbh. it’s like a vacation from my real life

I’ve been wearing a locking device for twenty-one days straight now. My partner has the only key.

He still has the whistle around his neck and he treats me with zero respect, which is exactly what I’m craving. He makes me feel like a piece of equipment he’s breaking in.

My partner brought a blade into the bedroom last night. He ran the cold steel along my skin and used the tip to trace my curves. I’ve never felt that specific mix of terror and arousal before. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst. I loved it

I’ve realized I have a massive “cuckold” fetish. I can’t stop imagining my gf with someone else. I’ve dropped a few hints to her, and she seemed weirdly open to it, but I’m scared it will ruin the relationship. sometimes I think I should keep it a fantasy, sometimes I wonder if it’s worth the risk to see it actually happen?

I know I’m going to hell for this. It started as a “one-time” mistake after a few drinks at a family BBQ, but now it’s a full-blown affair. She lives ten minutes away and we meet up while my wife is at her yoga classes. The thrill of being so close to getting caught, and the fact that she looks so much like my wife but is ten times more adventurous is like a drug…

We’ve moved past light spanking and into heavy flogging and marks. I love looking at my skin the next day and seeing the purple “map” of where they’ve been. It makes me feel like I belong to them even when we’re just grocery shopping. The physical pain turns into this weird, warm peace in my head