WELCOME to Rowan's secret (illustrated) LIBRARY!

• Forever Bonusstory
• Kinktober 2025

"Forever" Bonusstory

One year later

NICK

Leo was staring at me.
Alarmed, I took another look in the mirror. The bowtie was still straight, the make-up held, and the lock of hair falling over my brow did so by design.
Over the past year I’d let my hair grow a bit longer. It looked dashing, if I may say so myself and more importantly, it felt really good, when Ramón grabbed it.
Confused, I turned to my Best Man. Now, Leo was smiling like a fool.
Oh good. And I’d thought it was my job to show erratic behavior today.
“You look amazing. It’s just… it’s so surreal.”
Leo shook his head and let himself fall on the couch in the small room I had been assigned by our wedding planner. And by that I mean Ramón’s cousin Sofia. The Alvarez family was paying for it all as a wedding gift, I’d been told and before I could even open my mouth to react in any way, Mamá Lucia had advised me to pick my battles.
In truth, I was entirely grateful that all I had to do was nod or shake my head when a final decision between no more than two options had to be made.
Never in my life had I imagined I would one day arrive here. And certainly not in my twenties.
But ever since Ramón had put the ring on my finger that night on the river, a calm had entered my life I’d forgotten could even be possible.
With him by my side, I could breathe again.
Being with Ramón had changed everything. His dedication to my family was at times almost too much to bear.
He drove the twins to school in the mornings and did most of the shopping when he came home from work in the evening. Cooking and meal prepping had become a family activity we all did together twice a week.
He organized driving lessons and learner’s licenses for the twins, after we’d agreed that would be a logical next step.
I’d reduced my workload to two nights per week and gone back to university to finish my creative writing degree. He not only encouraged me to do it, Ramón was actually rooting for me and interested in the stories I was building.
At times, I was so overwhelmed by the absence of constant pressure in my life, that I felt myself spiraling again.
Fortunately, I could talk it out with my therapist, who was as steady an influence as Ramón was.
But for the times I needed something else, I simply got to ask him to do his magic and make me cry again. And he delivered. Every fucking time. At times it seemed he knew that part of me that needed to be uncoiled from time to time far better than I did.
Afterwards, everything was fine again.
And so, here we were. Hand in hand, walking the landing stage towards the Clover, the same boat Ramón had proposed on, following Abby with our nephew Charlie, who were throwing flower petals in all directions.
Our guests sat on cushioned benches, and with the official in the middle stood Leo as my best man and Alondra as Ramón’s best woman.
Ashton was holding our ringbearer, good old Baster, who, as soon as we had adopted him, had entered into a second spring. We all took turns walking him, and though his ears weren’t the best anymore, the abundance of exercise and attention was all he had needed.
The words and vows were a blur. We’d spent some time writing them ourselves, and it was only then that I realized how much Ramón had been in a dark place when we’d met.
I represented the newly found light in his life and not only Mamá and Papi Alvarez were crying, Jordan, Abby and Sofia were wiping away tears with tactfully placed handkerchief baskets.
Then, with the sunlight reflecting on the glittering embroidery of our pastel-colored wedding suits, we said “Yes” to one another, to a life together, in front of our families and friends.
Baster got a treat, and Simba bellowed from the benches in support, when Ashton got the little ring case from Baster's collar and handed it over.
My hand was shaking a bit when Ramón slipped the gold band on. But the steady touch of his hands helped calm me, and I managed to put his ring on without fumbling.
The kiss was finally something familiar again.
Ramón didn’t turn it down for the crowd. He went full tongue and everything, and as always, I was butter in his arms.
Someone from the Hellfire crowd whooped loudly and the crowd followed with a loud cheer and applause.
And there we were, married.The rest of the day didn’t get any less busy. There were photos to take, the closest of family and friends went on a little boat tour with us, while the majority of the guests were raiding the buffet that was set out on the river’s bank.
When the sun disappeared behind the horizon, the dancing began.
And let’s just say - a big, hearty family like the Alvarezes combined with a not so small number of professional dancers, the dance floor was busy.
All I wanted after this wonderful but exhausting day, was to sway in Ramón’s arms. And that’s exactly what we did.We were barely noticed when we slipped out around Midnight and walked along the river, hand in hand.
In a few weeks the Summer Holidays would start and we’d go on an epic family road trip like the ones I’d always dreamed of.
I was content. It felt like my life had finally slowed down, while getting so much more interesting than before. So many more things were happening, but the constant scrambling, the battling and floundering had disappeared.
A short while later, we arrived at the hotel. We'd chosen it for our wedding night, because it was conveniently situated by the river, and within walking distance of the boat harbor.
The fresh air had rejuvenated me, and let's be honest - I’d always been a night owl.
Besides, I had planned a surprise for Ramón and, well, I was horny. Seeing him in his smart suit all day, then in the evening, with less suit, even tighter pants and a half-open shirt revealing his broad chest, had been appetizing.
The suite had been prepared for us, flowers, drinks, strawberries.
My bag was there too, and while Ramón prepared the bedroom for us, I changed into yet another outfit.
In dim red light and to my curated playlist, I entered the bedroom in a tailored three-piece suit and high heels. With a hat on.
I’d never stripped for him other than the brief show on Halloween when we’d met. This was going to be all for him.
As requested, Ramón waited on a comfortable leather chair, a predatory smile on his lips. He’d found the box containing white leather cuffs in various sizes waiting and was looking forward to putting them on me.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, leaning over him, my gloved finger caressing the line of his jaw.
His throat bopped as he nodded.
The look on his face was priceless, when I fished a pair of the cuffs out of the box and secured them on his wrists.
He didn’t object, curiosity replaced the initial surprise quickly.
I cuffed his hands in very loose cuffs to the chair and held my lips an inch away from his. “No touching. Not yet.”
His pupils expanded with a burst of lust as he realized what he was in for.
For the next half hour, I slowly revealed the sinful lacy lingerie I was wearing below all the layers of fabric. The white of the fabric in the red light of the room looked beautiful and forbidden at the same time.
I made sure to climb all over my husband while I had him bound to the chair. He may not be allowed to touch yet, but I was. And so, by the time I wore only the flimsy lace, I’d undressed as much of him as I had gotten my fingers on. His shirt was hanging loose over his shoulders. I licked his chest, sucked on his neck, all while moving on his lap, teasing. Then I freed his cock to administer a sloppy hand job that I quickly abandoned when the first drops of precum soaked the fabric of the thin gloves I was wearing.
Ramón was breathing heavily, and the growling had become more desperate.
For the last part, I threw my gloves off, then turned my back to him, bent over and smeared lube all over my naked hole.
When I faced Ramón again, he was slack jawed, his eyes dark as the night and filled with lust.
I leaned over and undid the cuffs, one by one, finally kissing him.
For two breaths, he didn’t move, just softly kissed back.
“You may touch now, love,” I smiled into the kiss.
The next moment I found myself over his shoulder and thrown on the larger than king-sized bed, flower petals lifting from the sheets as I landed in between them. Then Ramón was all over me. I laughed at his frantic desire as he ripped parts of lace off me. It seemed my little show had been successful, to put it mildly.
He paid me back in love bites, it felt like he was leaving one on every inch of skin he claimed, rising the pressure inside me to equal his own in the process.
And while I had managed to challenge his patience, he was at his heart a very patient and careful man. He took his time adding to my preparation, while showering the most sensitive parts of my body with his attention.
In the end, I was the one begging him to fuck me.
With a triumphant grin, he did.

Kinktober 2025

Kinktober Day 1

1 -Masturbation/Orgasm Control

tags: dom/sub, masturbation, orgasm control, established relationship, submission, powerexchange, powerplay, bdsm

Damien was working late. The clacking of the keyboard sounded from his home office.With a sigh, I put my keys in the bowl by the door. The chances of a night out in HELLFIRE* dwindled rapidly. He’d been so busy lately. Running a business sucked. Having a dom running one was worse.The pout, my lips had naturally formed into, communicated my dismay clearly, as I walked into his office, bare feet appreciating the cushioned carpet.Instead of leaning over and kissing him hello, I strolled to the other side of his free standing desk, which was eerily clean, except for the three giant monitors, keyboard and mouse, and crossed my arms.Yep, my man was a freak. He kept all notes digitally, and when he was in need of hydration, he went into the kitchen for a drink. What was wrong with having a water bottle on your desk?He ignored me. Clacking away on his keyboard, a frown between his eyes. He didn’t look up once.“Well, I guess I can go then. Find someone who actually wants to have fun with me.”It was a pitiful attempt at an empty threat. A slight pull in the corner of Damien’s mouth confirmed he knew that as well as I, and he even found it amusing.With an even more developed pout, I was about to stroll out of the room, when his commanding voice made me stop in my tracks.“Get comfortable in the armchair by the corner where I can see you. Get some lube from the bedroom. Then you’ll masturbate until I tell you to stop. Understood?”My mouth was gaping for a moment before I found the words to give him the expected answer.“Yes Sir.”While he kept busy at his desk, I left the room with wobbly legs in search of supplies. We’d never played in his office before.I usually strolled in when he was still working, and got him to leave the room.The queasy feeling of excitement mixed with uncertainty traveled through every cell of my body. Ever since I’d met Damien, it had become a familiar cocktail.Unnerving and delicious at the same time.With the lube bottle in hand, I reentered the office. Nothing had changed here. Damien was still typing.The armchair stood in the corner and thanks to the dark color palette of the room, almost disappeared into it. With closer inspection, I found it to be a genius move from the designer as the chair was quite massive, providing me with a large enough surface to really get comfortable.I pulled my legs up, let one hang over the armrest and with one last look to Damien, who was seemingly ignoring me again, I opened my jeans, pulled my shorts down and got my cock out.I wish I could state that him ignoring me didn’t turn me on, but alas, I was pretty cheap when it came to arousal. Practically everything he did or in this case didn’t do, turned me on in one way or another.The first minutes were pure pleasure. With lots of lube my hand slid up and down my shaft easily, in a lazy way that I could keep up for quite a while.Eventually though, I needed to add more lube and without conscious thought, my hand sped up. The room disappeared in my mind, my panting was just some background noise for my dom’s pleasure.Like cold ice, a realization hit me. If he had wanted to edge me, get me turned on for later, he would have stopped me by now.Oh no, he had meant what he’d said.With a choked gasp, I erupted into my hand, my climax sped up from the sheer fact that he had ordered me to masturbate until he said I was done.Not to build my pleasure slowly higher and higher. No.But to make me suffer and tremble, like I was now.Using the release in my hand, I forced my trembling fingers around my flattening cock and began moving them again. It was almost painful, with everything oversensitive, even the slightest touch was an ordeal.Belatedly I realised the keyboard sound had stopped.Through glassy eyes I looked up to find Damien watching me. His eyes burned into mine, reminding me not to disappoint him.Taking a few shaky breaths, I re-doubled my efforts and was rewarded with another upturn of the corner of his mouth.My whole body was shaking by the time my second orgasm couldn’t be avoided any longer and I had to give in, cursing all the way through.This time the keyboard was still going while I panted like I’d just run a marathon. This was madness. I couldn’t possibly…“Continue.”“Yes sir.” I pressed out, before biting my lip to bring pain somewhere else that wasn’t the tip of my cock.It was somewhere between agony and triumph that I got my cock hard again. I’d had to get more lube, and I felt a cheap satisfaction at getting his stupid chair soiled from his torture.There wouldn't be much of a mess, if I managed to come a third time. Surely there was nothing left inside my balls.I was pulled from my musings, when the sound of a chair moving traveled over to me.Instead of finally walking over to me and relieving me from my suffering, Damien walked out of the room and I heard the door of the fridge.Eyelids pressed together, I continued following his command. If I wanted a short respite, I could have just stopped while he was out of the room.But I would never do that. And he knew it.I was panting from exertion, when his fingers oh so gently brushed through my hair and massaged my scalp.My poor cock was red from the ordeal and I felt Damien’s eyes locking in on it.Another minute went by, while he stood next to me, watching every forced stroke.When I was sure he wanted to see me break a third time, he said the magic word.“Stop.”My sigh of relief would wake a sleeping giant.Lucky for him, I was busy drinking cold water from the bottle he had handed me, when he said:“That was fun.”*Hellfire - a bdsm club they often frequent

Kinktober Day 2

2 - Coming Untouched

additional tags: coming untouched, anal sex

I did orgasm a third time that night.
After he shut my exasperation down, using the most unfair of methods - namely putting his tongue into my mouth and stealing my breath until I couldn’t say words anymore, he directed me to his bedroom.My cock was still hanging out in the open, limb now.Damien didn’t pay it any heat. He undressed me, with the clinical efficiency I’d come to associate with him.
I went willingly when he ordered me onto the bed.Spreading out on his comfortable king sized bed my eyelids grew heavy.
I was close to falling asleep, when Damien moved between my legs. Instinctively I‘d turned onto my belly, protecting my abused cock from further attention.It turned out my cock wasn’t what Damien was interested in now.
I sighed when a lube slicked finger circled my rim and I was entered a few seconds later.
Finding my body in a well relaxed state, slowly shutting down for the night, Damien didn’t waste much time on preparation.He fucked me often enough that I was used to his invasion by now.
Loved it. Anticipated it. Craved it.
After the prolonged stimulation to my cock and nothing else, the orchestra of nerves that got played now felt heavenly.Of course, when he began fucking me with powerful thrust into the mattress, the nerveendings all bundled up at this one, special point began to sing.I moaned whenever Damien hit my prostate.In an attempt to get more of that, I spread my legs, inviting him to get in deeper.
He always made me feel like we were in a world of our own. His stamina was seemingly endless, and only now after I’d orgasmed twice before, I could keep pace with him for the first time.The third climax was building up slowly. I fell into a place where I couldn’t move, nor did I want to.
Damien did all the moving, inside me. Making his home there.Everything tingled. A throaty moan was pulled from my lips as the tingle spread and spread even further into my lower body and the bedsheet beneath me got wet and sticky with my third release.At the same time my hole gave Damien the tight clench he had been waiting for. Belatedly I realised his thrusts had been so controlled and angled to make me succumb to him once more, this time, completely untouched from the outside.Bone dead tired, I fell asleep to a litany of praise in his arms.

Kinktober Day 3

3 -Threesome

additional tags: threesome, mild verbal humiliation, oral sex, mild size kink

The floor seemed to vibrate beneath my polished shoes as I stepped behind the curtain and into HELLFIRE. A relentless beat that resonated in every cell of my body, lighting up my blood with desire, welcomed me.
God, I wanted to get fucked so bad.
Damien had been on a business trip all week and instead of meeting at his place for our reunion he’d invited me here.
The beat, the musk of men and the raised temperature all brought back memories of nights spent here.
I craved these nights. For a year, every week, Damien had seduced me further and further into the world of chains, pain and of course, pleasure. Insurmountable pleasures I’d found at the end of his crop, in his bondage and on his cock.
Now we only came here for special occasions. It was often more convenient to play at his place, where he had a club’s worth of tools and we didn’t have to get home after a session.Wearing my tight pants hadn’t been such a smart move, I now realised as I felt my cock fill out, triggered by all the familiar sensations. Like Pavlov’s dog, my cock was salivating only from hearing the crack of a whip somewhere in the room.
I hurried along nodding to a few familiar faces, looking for the one I’d fallen for.
The harsh angles, the square jaw, hair so fair, I never believed Damien when he insisted it wasn’t white.I found my dom in the back in one of the sectioned off couches. This one wasn’t built around a stage platform. That was odd. More often than not when we were here Damien used the opportunity to showcase his craft and my submission for everyone to witness.
It had taken me a few times to get comfortable with his taste for exhibitionism. But I quickly learned with Damien next to me I could take on the world.Tonight, he wasn’t sitting alone either. Next to him was a guy, equally tall but more broad shouldered than Damien, with dark hair and a well-groomed beard.
A pricey watch on his wrist, a suit that cost as much as half a year of my accountant salary, I quickly deduced that this had to be him.
A shiver traveled down my spine.Earlier today Damien had sent me a proposition via text. Eager to see him again, I’d discarded his offer to meet tomorrow, at his place in favor of meeting him tonight, for a threesome.“Malik. There you are.”
Never mind one shiver, now there was a whole stormfront of them racing through me.
Damien’s voice had that effect on me. Especially after a whole week without him.
I rushed towards him and he met me halfway, folding me into an embrace, then tilting my chin up to kiss me.“Are you ready to play?”
Warmth traveled to my face. It always did. Conditioning from a year of playdates that had redefined completely what I thought was shameful and what was sexy.
I nodded.“Come, meet Kir, a business acquaintance of a few years. He was very interested in getting to visit the famous HELLFIRE club here in the city.”“Malik. A pleasure.”
Kir stood and offered me his hand that was easily twice as big as my own. I took it. With a weakness to being overawed by larger men, for which Kir qualified, I however, predictably lost my ability to speak, as my throat went dry.Damien’s hand touched my back, guiding me to the seat between him and Kir.
Wedged between the two men my heartbeat naturally accelerated. I was a bunny caught between a wolf and an even bigger one.
Except that in this fable, the bunny had come willingly to the trap.The point of no return was approaching quickly. Damien’s hand was already sliding under my shirt, popping the small buttons one by one, while the stranger to my left put a hand on my thigh, massaging my leg.There was always a safeword. I wasn’t worried about that.
The thing I was worried about was the depth of unknown pleasure these two were promising to pull me into.I turned my head searching for Damien’s mouth to reassure me.
My eyes were closed, plunging me into darkness where all other senses became heightened. Damien’s thumb rubbing my left nipple, his familiar scent permeating my clothes and skin. A big hand on my thigh, nudging my legs to fall open.A warm, wet tongue licked over my half-opened lips and I sensed Damien smiling.
“I told Kir you were very responsive. I said, we’ll have you begging for us in mere minutes. So accommodating, isn’t he, my Malik?”Damn. What could I say? Damien knew my buttons well. A bit of humiliation went a long way.
Red-faced I turned my head away from him and caught a different, even heavier scent into my nose. Beard oil?
Instinctively I opened my eyes, and came eye to eye with the stranger, his dark eyes were drilling into mine.“What a treasure.” The other man’s words were whispered into my ear, causing goosebumps to rise everywhere on my skin.Damien had opened my belt and zipper in the meantime, while Kir’s fingers circled my exposed upper body, from chest to bellybutton, pulling my nipples with no regard to their sensitivity, making me gasp and turn my head away from him.I looked down the second Damien’s hand was ghosting over my now bared and quickly developing erection. I could not not beg.
“Please!”Both men chuckled, warming me again with embarrassment. I tried to put my hand over my eyes, but Kir caught it and directed it to his crotch.
I felt his cock straining against his fine dress pants. It was proportionate to his tall frame. My mouth wasn’t dry anymore as my appetite for his big cock awoke.“Wanna suck you.”I declared boldly earning another amused acknowledgement from the both of them.
It wasn’t my fault Damien knew so well what I liked and offered it to me on a silver platter.
The time for embarrassment had passed. For the next part I needed to find my pride and act on it.Wriggling my pants down as far as they would go I changed my position on the couch. Both of them didn’t budge, so I ended up half sitting on Damien’s lap bending over to get to Kir’s cock.Anticipation spread its wings like butterflies, fluttering in my stomach when I unpacked the club of a cock straining in his pants.Involuntarily I moaned at the sight. However while Kir seemed pleased by my awe it earned me a swat on my ass from Damien.
“Admiring another man’s cock, are we?”I was about to retort, when Kir guided my head down to his impressive member and said what I had been thinking.
“You invited me to a threesome. It’s your own fault, Damien.”I nodded my approval and my eagerness to pleasure the ‘not so stranger anymore’ doubled.For the next minutes I was working my jaw muscles, trying to accommodate the impressive girth. Kir’s fingers were playing with my hair, occasionally massaging my scalp, which felt nice and still very different from how Damien did it.
Damien was preparing my ass for the fuck he’d promised me, while maintaining a conversation in a language I did not understand at all.It all added up. I was hornier than ever and I whined to get something, anything more.“Alright, alright.” Damien switched to English before leaning over. With a hand on my chest he pulled me up. He guided me to turn my head in his direction. Then he kissed my swollen lips, tasting Kir on my tongue.Speaking of Kir, he suddenly stood and put his hands on my shoulders, steadying me for Damien’s next move.
Sliding his cock between my ass cheeks a few times, eventually Damien speared me on it and began fucking into me, at the speed that proved to me he had been missing this as much as I had.Hands grabbed me by the jaw, reminding me that we were in fact in a threesome.
I was in my own world now however, my prostate getting nailed with every upward slide, all I could do for Kir now was holding my mouth open for him to plunder.He did so.To no one’s shock I came first, spilling my seed all over my hand with a few drops landing on Kir’s designer suit.More drops went astray as both tops finished.When I was happily back in Damien’s arms, Kir smiled and checked his watch.“I hate to leave you two now, but I’ll have a flight to catch. Thank you for helping me pass the time.”

Kinktober Day 4

4 - Voyeurism

additional tags: voyeurism, dirty talk

“Look.” Damien was standing right behind me, his crotch pressed against me, breath warm on my neck. He wasn’t touching me per se, just standing very close to me, distracting me from the view with his proximity.“What? They are fucking.” I whispered back, wishing for his hands to touch me.
Anywhere else people fucking out in the open would have been noteworthy. But here in HELLFIRE, men fucking on a plattform designed to be watched from all sides was a nightly event.
The only thing remarkable was the half closed curtain around the area that we were standing in, peeking through.“Look closely. Every time the top hits the bottom’s sweet spot, his cock twitches.”I swallowed as Damien finally touched me, directing my head with his hand at the nape of my neck to look forward again.
I hadn’t paid that much attention to the scene in front of us, but Damien had. He was keen to whisper his observations into my ear and with every word the it became more and more mesmerising to watch.“Look how hard his nipples are. I bet he loves them being abused just as much as you.”The bottom’s nipples were hard. As were mine.
I wriggled my butt feeling Damien’s length in full now pressing against me.
He understood the invitation.
His hand snuck into my loose hanging crop top and pinched my left nipple.I moaned and he did it again.“Would you enjoy the rhythm as much as he is?”Damien continued, pinching my nipple every time the top sank his cock inside his partner.I was pretty sure Damien did not expect a verbal answer.As the dominant man grabbed the other man’s throat and forced him upwards to get to kissing his neck, I felt Damien’s fingers curl around my neck in the same way and pull me against him.His lips ghosted over my skin as he whispered.“I would love to watch you up there. Caged in, spread wide and fucked hard for hungry eyes to devour.”It might have been that moment when I realised that Damien liked to watch.

Kinktober Day 5

5 - Wax Play

additional tags: mild pain play, temperature play, public play

My heart was beating faster with every step we took towards the curtain that led down into HELLFIRE.
Every time Damien’s cane met the stone floor my heart leaped.
Around us expensive fabrics were rustling. Everywhere you looked something sparkled catching the light from the fake chandeliers.My first BDSM party had the theme: “Phantom of the Opera”. Masked figures like us were flowing towards the heavy black drapes, showcasing capes and hats, canes and corsets.
I was wearing one of those elegant swashbuckling shirts with ruffles and a burgundy waistcoat that had intricate lacing at the back, making this into much more of a corset than a west. Knee high boots, tight velvety pants and of course a half mask rounded off my outfit for the night.
Damien had opted for an all black attire. Black pants, shirt, gloves, mask, boots, belt, the whole shebang.My heightened anticipation wasn’t only due to the costumes however.
Damien had volunteered us for a demonstration. A demonstration revolving around a burning candle and dripping hot wax.Accompanied by the tell-tale organ sounds of the musical theme of the night, we passed through the curtains into a packed room.
HELLFIRE was never empty but this was something else. I felt transported in time and space as my gaze wandered from one outrageous attire to the next. Either the city’s kinksters were far larger in number than I’d thought, or there were people from other cities here too.
Damien was busy greeting people and I trailed after him. He didn’t seem to have any problems identifying anyone, even though almost everyone was wearing a mask of one kind or another.
My eyes unconsciously began searching for something I knew I wouldn’t find here just yet. From the fake chandeliers to the fake firelight from fireplaces all around to the flickering fake candles on the bar top. There was no open flame here. That would be against safety regulations.While the evening progressed and all kinds of more or less theatrical debauchery was happening all around me, I was very much caught in a state of anxious arousal.
I wanted to be here, no question, but I wished I wouldn’t have to wait for our time on the main stage and could get it over with quickly.“You look spooked.” Damien began stroking the shell of my ear. Featherlight caresses all over brought me very quickly back into the moment. He knew my body in and out by now, which was often a good thing, except for when it wasn’t.
“I’m a little…. nervous.”
“As you should.” His physical mastery did not extend to his verbal capabilities. I raised an eyebrow at him.
“That’s not helping.”
Immediately he put his fingers behind my ear again, not even trying to hide his smile. “I like you a little bit flustered. Just remember, we went through it all. You will be simply stunning.”We had talked about it. I had my safewords, the restraints were going to be for show only and last night Damien had given me a taste, dripping some hot wax on my hand and leg in the bathroom.The worst was the anticipation. Like waiting for the flogger or whip to make contact, you waited for hot wax to land on your exposed skin.He was right. How hard could it be?***An hour later, I had my answer. I was seconds away from crying out my ‘give me a moment’ safeword, which was Gold for tonight.
I was stretched out on an angled back St. Andrew’s cross, my whole upper body had been painted in wax, except for my nipples and that’s where the drops were falling to now.
My nipples were sensitive and after minutes of watching wax barely miss them, when the drops hit flat on, I was frantic.My cock was hard however and not only from the rope snuck tightly around it and my balls.
Damien met my eyes. He was fucking loving this. His pupils were blown, turning his grey bright eyes into a pitch black that made my knees weak.His free hand took hold of my one uncovered nipple and twisted and turned it, making me gasp and moan and hiss.
I held onto the chains holding the loose cuffs around my wrists like a lifeline.
As soon as he drew back his fingers, I knew I was in for it.The crowd around us seemed to hold their collective breath in unison with me, then Damien tilted the candle.I screamed. Instead of my nipple my cock got coated with droplets of wax.Finally, I joined Damien in that space we both found only with each other.
When he leaned in and licked the tear from my face, I was smiling.“Do you want one more?” He asked, his fingertip circling my left nipple, teasing, promising.With a shaky breath, I gave the only answer that made sense now.
“Yes.”

Kinktober Day 6

6 - Humiliation

“There it is! Look!”
With the push of the button the car window on my side rolled down and the fresh ocean breeze swept into the car.I beamed at Damien who had a soft smile on his lips and his hands on the steering wheel.
We were going on vacation. A whole week. Only the two of us, some good books, the ocean and a full trunk of toys.We’d never had spent that much uninterrupted time together. We were far too busy in our lives. But when I suggested it, well, pushed for it really, Damien had made it happen.The beach house was modern with a sleek design, a pool and two terraces.
I was giddy exploring the place and I’d as good as forgotten the fine print on this little indulgence.Damien had said we could go on this vacation, he would pay for it all, but I had to grant him a wish.
Considering the fact that he made three times the money I made, I had eagerly agreed, not sweating over the wish fulfillment part. He probably wanted me to run around in some extra tight pants or a collar or something.
With all the frenzy packing and leaving work, I’d not given it another thought.
But unlike me, Damien hadn’t forgotten.He pulled me into a tight embrace and I enjoyed the soft linen beach attire that was so different from his usual starchy, pressed suits.
“Now that we’re here, I want to tell you what would make me very happy during this week. The wish I’d like to ask for.”
“Lots and lots of sex?”
He smiled, a predatory smile.
“That too. No, Malik. There is one simple thing I want you to do during this week.” The fingers of his right hand were playing with my hair making the nape of my neck all tingly.
“What is it?” I asked, clueless and a little distracted.
“It’s a simple request.” He assured me, in the kind of tone that told me, it really wasn’t. It wasn’t gaslighting either, because the glimmer in his eyes told me he had already begun playing. Beach momentarily forgotten, I held my breath.
Caressing my cheek, his gaze wandered from my lips to my eyes. “Everytime you’re about to come this week, I want you to ask me for my permission. And if I say no, but you come anyway, I might impose some consequences.”
Well, fuck me.Needless to say, I had a much harder time being carefree after that. My cheeks warmed every time my mind wandered to the scenario Damien had painted.
Hell, this would not have to be a problem at all, if I was not a little too practised in daydreaming. My cock twitched from me just thinking about Damien’s request.Usually, I would have already initiated some sexy times during the day, at the beach, by or in the pool, the kitchen when he was making me dinner.
Instead, I found myself desperately stalling for time.
It shouldn’t be such a big thing. But my body’s reaction told me a different story.Unable to hold out any longer, after dinner I caved in and practically begged Damien to let me suck his cock, which he allowed gracefully.
One thing led to another and I was riding his cock half an hour later. One hand on his shoulder, the other busy stroking myself in the same rhythm I was moaning my pleasure out and proud.
Damien leaned in to lick my nipples causing me to speed up.He didn’t even say anything. But he moved his mouth away when that would surely have been the sensation to tip me over.
Then I remembered.
My movements turned erratic as my mind frantically told my body to stop while it was hell bent on chasing that orgasm we had already sensed on the horizon.
There was a solution but my lips were suddenly dry. My cheeks were heating up as I tried to say the words.
My hand had completely stilled. Damien wouldn’t stand for that.
He put his hand to the small of my back and while caressing the skin over my tailbone, he deliberately thrust upwards.
I gasped, sparks flying, the horizon seemed so much closer now.
He would not let me chicken out.
Now I also understood while he had pulled me onto his lap. He was intently watching my face where my struggles painted my face red.Eyelids pressed shut I blurted it out.
“Please, may I come?”In anticipation of his answer I sped up again.“I want you to look at me when you ask my permission.”He sounded far too smug.Before I could protest both his thumbs stroked a nipple each and my eyes flew open.
We were staring into each other.Panting, gnawing at my lip I fought for the part in me that wanted nothing but to please Damien. It was a huge part, but there was still some part of me left that prioritised my pleasure above his.Damien’s dominant part answered my unspoken cry for help. With a punishing twist to my nipples he commanded: “Say it!”I felt so full all of a sudden. He was inside me in more ways than one, and the warmth of the humiliation joined the heat of my arousal.
“Do I have permission to come, Sir?”Moments before his answer he took my cock into his hand, finalising my fate. There was no way I could hold my climax back now.But he smiled, polishing the head of my cock with every stroke, watching my struggle.“Yes, beautiful. You may come.”

Kinktober Day 7

7 - Blindfolds & Chastity

additional tags: cock cage, blindfold

Blindfolds didn’t scare me. If anything I welcomed them for the moments of relief they provided. Damien’s stare could get intense, he always seemed to look right into my soul.I knew something was coming though. After what felt like an hour of him kissing my naked body, letting my arousal build and build until I was writhing in the sheets and begging him to fuck me already, he was kissing my lips and speaking right into my ear.“Just one little thing, then I’ll oblige.”Trembling with desire, I waited impatiently. He left the bed, the absence of his heated presence almost made me reach for him.
Then he returned and finally took my cock into his hand.Holding in my breath for a loud moan I knew would follow, I instead gasped and my whole upper body was rising in an attempt to see what he was doing. Of course there was a blindfold still tightly wrapped around my eyes.
My cock was pushed against something cold. Metal? As I felt my erection deflate, a tight contraption caged my cock in.Kisses followed to my balls that thankfully were not constricted and Damien’s large hand pushed my chest back down.As if he hadn’t just restrained my cock in a way that would make ejaculating difficult, Damien continued to prepare me for the crescendo.
The fact that my cock couldn’t get hard, made everything else he did, every sensation so much more pronounced.He fucked me like I’d never felt it before.
The blindfold amplified my already intensified perception.
I did spill something, when he pummeled repeatedly against my prostate, only the immediate relief didn’t arrive.A different kind of satisfaction blossomed though. From Damien’s continued kisses I could tell, he was beyond pleased with me. When he pulled the blindfold off, there was another look in his eyes that made me forget all about the cage around my cock and for how long Damien would want me to wear it.

Kinktober Day 8

8 - Cages

additional tags: public play, discipline, cages, bdsm club

“That’s enough Malik!”I grinned at my accomplice and gave his cock another full length lick, when I felt Damien’s grip tighten around the leather strap of my harness, pulling me to my feet.
Most of the nights we spent at HELLFIRE, Damien had a plan for what he wanted to do there. Occasionally I had a request he was always happy to fulfil.
But sometimes, we didn’t really know what we were in the mood for, and then Damien let me wander the club, and he would take his cue from me.
Was I being the good sub, kneeling by his side, searching for his touch, waiting for him to decide or quietly suggesting something, we would have a quiet night of pleasure and indulgence.
Most nights though I chose to misbehave. Anticipating the consequences to rain down on me.Tonight was one of those nights. I’d started out with being good, but there is only so much you can do when being good. Rewards were nice. But if I played my cards just right, I could get both, the punishment and reward.
And so I’d flirted with many a dom, teased many wellbehaving subs, and had corrupted one to play with me.
We were lounging on a couch in direct view of the armchair Damien was residing in, currently in conversation with a few other doms. I’d been kissing the cutie with the shaved head until he was gasping, had played with his nipple piercings - they were just so fascinating - and eventually had begun sucking his cock like I hadn’t had a cock to suck on for ages.I was allowed to roam around and to kiss, to play. But a full on blow job I had to go to my Dom and ask his permission. Which I must have forgotten tonight. Oh no.The cutie winked at me, before another man, his partner presumably, planted himself in front of us and Damien pulled me away.My heart was leaping with excitement as he pulled me into a play corner.
“Now, tell me, Malik, what rule did you just break?”
I licked my lips, chasing the lingering taste of the other sub’s arousal.
That didn’t help my case. And it was not supposed to.
Damien narrowed his eyes and I quickly mumbled. “I didn’t ask for your permission.”“And you’re not sorry about that. Well, since I can’t let you roam free, let’s deal with that first.”Out of the corner of my eye I saw Connor, the club’s manager pull a curtain to the side. Something new had been installed in this area. The platform here was lower to the ground, only a few feet up and in the center stood a tall, black metal cage.“Connor just told me about this new installation. Good thing he did, as I seem to have a misbehaving sub on my hands, who needs to be put somewhere.” He spoke directly into my ear and the familiar shiver only his playful dominance could evoke in me, ran through my whole body.With his usual efficiency, Damien bound my wrists in leather cuffs he’d brought, just in case, and gestured me inside the standing cage.
The metal bars were not in a square grid instead most were vertically arranged, leaving ample room for hands and other appendages to reach inside.
Damien fastened the cuffs to the top corners at the front, before closing the tight space. A latch at the outside held the cage shut.“There. No way now for you to run off and forget your rules.” The satisfying glimmer in his eyes was a promise of more to come. “Don’t you worry, I won’t let you get bored again.”He nodded at someone behind me and then the first hand reached through the bars and grabbed my ass cheek.Damien took a seat on the couch in front of the platform, facing me. He maintained eye contact when man after man came up to me to seize the opportunity of my completely helpless position to touch and tease me.There was simply no room to evade any hand that came through the bars wherever they were aimed. My nipples felt sore from all the people finding it amusing to pull at them.
My cock was stroked over and over, but never long enough or in a rhythm that would do me any good and thanks to the cuffs holding my hands up, I couldn’t reach either.It was sweet sweet torture under Damien’s gaze.He let this play out for over half an hour before he deemed I was ready for the real punishment.
With a crop, he worked my body all over, tapping the places that had been abused by the many hands reaching through the bars as well as the skin that hadn’t been touched yet, like my flanks or legs.“Please.” I begged him, feeling the buzz in every part of my body, the mixture of arousal and the sting of a little pain, making my head spin. I got very aware of how restricted I was, but not like you were restrained by bondage rope or the like, where you couldn’t move at all. I could move this way and that, it just didn’t help much.
Rubbing your erection against metal bars got old really fast.In the end, I got my reward after all.
It turned out, a part of the back section could be opened separately.
I felt hands on my hips, pulling me backwards. The angle was a little awkward, but when the lube trickled into my crack, I didn’t object.Damien fucked me like only he could. With my hands still bound, he reached around to get me off with him. And when the cage door finally opened, I fell into his arms, happy and satisfied, looking forward to curling up in bed next to him.In HELLFIRE, it always paid to forget a rule or two.

Kinktober Day 9

9 - Shibari/Exhibitionism

“Damien, maybe we should reconsider.”I stood in the doorway to my kitchen, already dressed for work in a suit and dress shoes. The clock on the wall showed 8:25am. Five minutes left. It would be just enough time.Damien was lazily scrolling his tablet, reading the news while sipping his coffee. He had all the time and ease in the world. He’d done his part.Four and a half minutes. With determination in my step I walked into the kitchen, the heels of my dress shoes echoing on the tiled kitchen floor.Before I could reach him however, Damien, without looking up, asked.“So, are you using your safeword?”That stopped me right in my tracks.“I…”Hesitating, I turned his suggestion over in my head. I could use our safeword. Sure.
But the fact that I had to made it very clear to me that Damien got something more out of this than I had initially thought.Testing I opened one of the buttons of my shirt, immediately revealing a tiny glimpse of the rope bound around my torso.This morning, after a nice shower together and a lazy handjob, Damien had stopped me just after I’d put my briefs on and had bound me into a snug rope harness.
Without much explanation he had tested the rope and then told me to continue dressing.Stunned I’d followed his order and my routine, choosing a shirt and tying a tie. Slowly I’d begun to understand what he was asking of me. Wearing the rope harness for work, under my clothes.It wasn’t the most outrageous thing he’d asked me to do. No, Damien was far more inventive than that.
But it was still work. What if someone saw?Well, I didn’t really care about that. It was my own private affair.
All day I would be reminded of Damien the minute I made any movement. And I was used to walking and standing a lot to not ruin my body by sitting at my desk all day.Just as I made my decision, Damien stood and walked over to me. He gently tugged at the rope making me sway before he closed the button and flattened my tie over it.“Have a nice day, darling. Make sure to send me a photo of my handiwork every few hours.”He kissed me and I left the house with a boner in my pants. It was going to be a long day.

Kinktober Day 10

10 - Punishment

additional tags: impact play, paddle

The doorbell rang and I looked up, confused. It was past 10pm on a Saturday Night. I was working late but had finally found the transposed digits that had messed up my whole report. I hadn’t brought work back home since I’d been a junior accountant. But people being sick had meant taking on more work and it was the end of the year and one thing had led to another.
I even had to cancel my HELLFIRE date with Damien that I’d been looking forward to for weeks.Maybe a neighbour had forgotten the code? Or Mrs. Leighton was missing an egg for her late night baking?
In my work suit, I went to open the door. I hated working from home and didn’t want it to feel too comfortable. So I wore my suit even at home so that at the end of the day, I could have the relaxing effect of taking it off.
The end of the day was fast approaching and I was ready to go directly to bed now that the stress was slowly leaving my body having found the error. Maybe Netflix and some pretzels on the couch. Yeah, that sounded about right.Except the second I opened the door, I knew an alternate plan for the evening had just shown up at my door.
Damien stood there with an overnight bag. He scanned me up and down with his piercings eyes and I knew immediately, I had fucked up big time.That realisation was followed by a surge of want coursing through me. That’s how fucked up I was.“Can I come in?” He asked as neutrally as it was possible in his deep voice, that reverberated in my soul whenever he uttered a word. Any word.“Uhm.. yes of course.”
I beckoned him inside and lingered by the door while he went directly to the opened laptop at my desk, unconcealed evidence of the lie I’d told him.For a second I contemplated sneaking out and closing the door behind me. But who was I kidding?
I loved Damien because he wouldn’t let me bullshit my way out of anything. He held me accountable for my desires and preferences and behaviour.And lying to your dom was never a good thing.
I was bending truth all the time to rile him up, challenging him to call me out and enforcing his part of our power dynamics.
But straight out lying like I’d done today, I’d never done before.And he had caught me.Damien took a seat on the sofa, still taking in the scene. I squirmed on the inside.I had to give myself a mental push to hurry over.
Before he could say anything, I rushed to confess.“Ok, ok. I’ve not been feeling ill, I would very much have been in the mood for our date, but work came up and I couldn’t postpone it, so I…”“So you lied to me.”“I lied to you.”“I see.”He led my confession hang in the silent room a few portentous moments.“And are you done with your work?” He gestured to the still lit screen showing only a fracture of the columns of an excel sheet.“Almost. Give me a minute.”I hurried over and felt a cold shiver run down my spine when, as if an afterthought, Damien added. “Take your time.”While I finished work, Damien was making himself comfortable. He went into the bedroom, ruffled through his bag and then went to make himself a drink. He had been at my place before and knew what was what. Heck, I’d even been ready to give him his own keys.His presence was very distracting. Eventually though I’d sent the report off and shut the laptop. Nervous for good reason, I took a deep breath to calm myself.I found Damien in the bedroom, sitting on the bed with his drink, contemplating a few items he had placed on the bed.
My knees went weak. He meant business.“If you can give me a reason why you lied to me, instead of telling me the truth, I will half your punishment.” He offered, gaze laying heavy on me now.I swallowed.“I don’t have a reason.” I croaked.“But you do agree that we promised not to lie to each other in this relationship?”Oh boy. What had I gotten myself into?“It was a white lie.” I tried to defend myself and immediately knew he would not like that.“Is that your excuse?”“No, no.” I hurried to admit and let my head hang. “I’m sorry.”For the first time, Damien’s mouth hinted at a smile. But only for the shortest moment. “I know. Do you agree that there have to be consequences?”I nodded eagerly.Damien’s brows furrowed. “And not the fun kind.”Busted.“Yes.”“Alright. Then let’s get this over with.”When I attempted to undress, he quickly stopped me.
“No. I think I want you in your suit for this. Just push your pants and underwear down, then bend over. You may brace against the bed if you think you can’t hold the position for long.”I swallowed and did exactly what he’d wanted me to.He didn’t go easy on me and I wouldn’t have wanted him to.My ass cheeks stung and tears pricked my eyes. He was using a wooden paddle, which he knew I liked the least of all the impact tools in his possession.
There was something degrading about the smack on my flesh. On top of it all, he made me count without telling me how many I’d have to take.When I came close to calling my first safeword, he halted and his voice was like a healing touch on my frayed nerves.
“You do understand that you’re not being punished for having to work overtime. But because you lied to your partner.”I sniffled pathetically and nodded.
“I’m sorry I lied to you.”“Do you not think you can tell me anything?”“No, I know I can tell you anything.”“Good. Don’t forget it again. 10 more and then you’re done.”Fuck. This was gonna hurt.
As it should, I reminded myself. It was my punishment after all.

Kinktober Day 11

11 - comelicking, handcuffs

“Let’s switch it up.”Confused I looked up from his cock, that I’d been pleasuring.“Was that not good?” I asked, not having seen any signs that I’d suddenly lost my skills.“No, nothing of the sort.” Damien tousled my hair as he passed me, cock hanging wet and erect out in the open.We were at his home, I was kneeling on a favourite pillow in front of his leather sofa. Soft music was playing. We’d decided against going to the club with both of us with work in the morning, this was meant to be a slow night.Damien returned, something dangling from his fingers.
A pair of handcuffs.“Green?”When it came to sex toys and gear, handcuffs were probably the most vanilla thing he had in his toy box.I nodded. “Green.”He leaned down and kissed my lips, a smile on his face that suggested I had not thought something through, then he cuffed my wrists behind my back.The leather of the couch creaked as he retook his place. A few strokes to his cock, then he offered it to me.And I realised my predicament. He was rather well built and I relied on my hands to bring him the pleasure he deserved.
With my hands bound behind me, I had only my mouth to work with.The glimmer in his eyes told me he very much looked forward to watching me struggle.I swallowed, shuffled a little closer and met the challenge.At first Damien let me experiment on my own. It was an impossible task however. I slurped even more than usual, my tongue worked overtime and my jaw ached from trying to take as much of him inside me.Damien peppered me with praise while I struggled, painting my cheeks red with embarrassed arousal.In the end, he did help in his own way. Guiding me with words and hands to get him off.When I’d swallowed his release down, he leaned forward and pulled my straining erection from my pants, giving me a half hearted, lazy handjob that admittedly was all I really needed.Hands still cuffed behind me, he made me lick up the droplets of cum from his hand first, then every little sprinkle that had landed onto his leather covered sofa.
He was combing through my hair as I dutifully cleaned every sign of my pleasure from his furniture.“Good boy.” He praised me, making my cheeks heat up again.Only when there was nothing left did he pull the handcuffs open and me on the couch next to him for a quiet evening.

Kinktober Day 12

12 - Kneeling

From all my traits, my competitiveness was probably the one that I struggled with the most.
Especially when it didn’t appear at work where I could use it to my advantage, but in HELLFIRE on a Friday Night.
I had had all the intention to be the misbehaving sub in need of some discipline, strutting around, bringing Damien’s blood to boil with my mischievous misdeeds.
However, on the leather couch opposite Damien, another dom had settled in with his submissive.
A burly figure, wearing a leather harness and a collar, sat patiently at his master’s side, eyes down and the picture of obedience.
I was a little too far to hear exact words but from the gesturing I could tell Damien had asked about sub-boy. The master gently caressed the sub’s neck, who then shivered beautifully and greeted Damien with a bow.
Was that guy for real?
Hot stings landed all over my face when Damien turned and gestured to me. He wasn’t calling me over, just pointing me out. But as I alluded to, my competitive nature had been triggered and I marched over to him and sank as gracefully to my knees as I could manage.
Damien rarely asked me to crawl or kneel, so I wasn’t really practised. But how hard could it be?
It turned out to be harder than I’d expected. I began to slouch forward and Damien had to correct me by gently tapping his fingers against the top of my spine.
I tried to make eye contact with the other sub, but he kept his eyes on the floor.
The urge to wriggle was very tempting.
What were they going on about? My mind had trouble following the conversation. Names I’d not heard before. Designations of things I didn’t understand.
I blinked when Damien’s fingers were gently brushing through my hair.
My head was resting on his thigh without me having any recollection of putting it there.
Confused, I looked up. Damien was smiling down at me.
“Did I fall asleep?” I asked, suddenly horrified.
“No, Malik.”
Damien looked so proud, I got highly suspicious. Then it dawned on me.
“I was in subspace?”
“I think so.”
His calming gesture lulled me back into contentment.
I rarely got to float and this definitely had the aftertaste of a high, a very subdued one.
“I think we’re calling it a night here.” Damien said, then helped me to my feet and nodded to the other couple. They were both sitting on the couch now and were also smiling.
Leaning against Damien I followed him out the club and to my apartment, where he made love to me like I’d gifted him something invaluable.

Kinktober Day 13

13 - Dildos

I was an independent, fully functional adult who knew himself well and could take care of his needs.
Except sometimes, it wasn’t quite enough.
Damien was on a business trip. Nothing unusual per se. We’d made it work a few times before. Only this time it was an especially long wait and I found myself especially horny.
I wasn’t in the mood to go out. I was restless at home waiting for him and the stupid timezone to catch up, so that he could come online.
Getting off in front of a camera was exciting the first 5 times but now it just felt inconvenient.
I’d sent him a few messages today, the last three with rising needs clearly written out.When he finally showed up online he smiled knowingly.Aware that I wouldn’t have the patience to wait much longer he ordered me to get lube and to prepare myself.
He made me do it in front of the camera of course and afterwards to demonstrate the result.My eyes wandered to the collection of dildos and plugs to the side, anticipating him to order me to choose one.“Show me which ones you used today already?” He said instead.My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I put all of them in front of the camera. From the smallest to the biggest I owned.“Oh dear.” Damien teased me with fake compassion.
“Nothing is scratching the itch?”Gnawing on my lip I shook my head. Fucking yourself with a fake cock all by yourself could work wonders, but sometimes it just wasn’t enough. I had tried. I’d even worked the biggest one inside me, even though it had been a struggle. It had done nothing. Just made me feel uncomfortably stretched and full.Damien nodded but was still smiling and I really couldn’t see what he found so amusing.“It’ll be okay sweetheart.” He soothed me. “Walk over to the floor cabinet and get the package I left for you there.”A package? There were mostly winter coats and shoes stored inside the cabinet. No reason for me to open it for months.
I scrambled over, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and socks. Inside I rummaged around and indeed found a ribbon decorated, shoe sized box hidden in the back.Heartbeat accelerating, I brought it over. “What is it?”“Open it.”The satin ribbon landed on the floor first, followed by the cover. Inside, nestled on a velvet pillow, was another dildo. A natural one, but in a bright pink color, big but not quite as big as the big one I owned with a sturdy base at the bottom.When I pulled it out and held it in my hand, something suddenly felt very familiar about it. Then it clicked.My mouth went dry. “You didn’t!!”“Sure did. Do you like it?”I nodded.“Then what are you waiting for? I want to see you ride that bad boy.”With that Damien moved the camera a little and showed his erection heavy in his hand, glistening from lube and precum, the exact same size and veins as the fake one in my hand.After covering it in generous amounts of lube so that it was shining just like the real one, I sank down on it with one move, making Damien’s breath hitch on the other side of the world.In the rhythm of his hand stroking himself, I fucked myself on the new member of my collection.
Maybe it was really the right size, or maybe it was just Damien’s participation, but this finally was what I needed. One hand steading the base, the other pulling on my nipple under my shirt, I had one of the best solo rides.
When Damien gave the signal, I touched my own cock and mere seconds later I erupted.When I slowed down Damien still wasn’t done with me.“Get on all fours and give yourself a few final thrusts, just as I would.”
Maybe it was due to the failing internet connection but maybe his voice sounded as hoarse because this had affected him just as much as me.I did what he asked. Fully satisfied, I slumped down and pulled the dildo out.“Why pink though?” The question bubbled to the forefront.He shrugged. “I like how it looks sinking inside you. It suits you.”I didn’t have anything to say to that. I just stared at the gift and thought, maybe the two weeks until Damien returned wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Kinktober Day 14

14 - Possessive Sex

A hand reached for the band of my jeans and pulled me backwards. Caught off guard I stumbled into the imposing figure who steadied me with an iron grip.
Exasperated, I looked up and found Damien’s iceblue eyes piercing into me.
Damien was back! Damien was back early.
The smile breaking out on my face did nothing to make him ease his grip. It felt like it even got tighter when he pulled me into a kiss, invading my mouth, reasserting his dominance in the blink of an eye.
I’d missed him. My knees grew weak and I was swaying. For two months he’d been on the other side of the world and apparently he’d missed me as much as I’d missed him.
When he finally let go of my mouth I tried to catch my breath and introduce him to the guys I was hanging out with tonight. We’d spent the night dancing in PYRE, having a good old time.
But I didn’t get far.
“Damien, this is Lu….”
“I don’t care.” Damien growled, making me and Luke, Trent and another onlooker stare at him.
Damien was a well mannered man, usually.“We need to go.” He announced and without consulting me at all, he pulled me towards HELLFIRE’s entrance.
I threw my new friends an apologetic look then poked Damien in the ribs.
“What’s gotten into you? That was incredibly rude.”
Another growl was all the answer I got.The problem was, the growling and pulling me with him, just made me hard. After two months of facetime, to feel his hands on me again and his voice reverberating in my body…Lucky for us, the hotel themed playroom in the kink club was free.
Damien didn’t waste any time. He pulled my party outfit off me as if it was skimpy underwear.
My sneakers were thrown over his shoulder then his hands were everywhere. My world was spinning when he placed me onto the bed and took my cock into his mouth, while his right hand knocked the lamp off the bedside table in search of the lube dispenser.When he came up for air I was trembling with need.
“Say you’re mine.” He growled when his lube coated fingers breached my waiting hole.Where was that coming from?“You know, I’m yours.” I reminded him as gently as I could manage in between moans.“Say it.” He urged, his free hand fumbling with the zipper of his pants.The cold fire in his eyes was new, I couldn’t recall ever seeing him so desperate.
Desperate for me.“I’m yours.”“Mine.”With that he sank into me and words were forgotten for the next five minutes. I clung to him as he plowed my ass like it had been five years instead of two months, but I wasn’t complaining.“Fuck.”
Was the first thing he uttered after we lay next to each other on cum soaked sheets, catching our breaths.“Fuck indeed. What was that all about?”“All those photos of you out clubbing…”“The ones you requested?”A growl was my answer.“What’s with them?”“Have you seen how the other people around you were ogling you?”I had not.“Well I’m sure after your growl attack earlier, no one will ever go dancing with me again. Thanks.”He scoffed.“Or maybe next time, you’re coming with me.”I liked that thought.

Kinktober Day 15

15 - Semi-Public

Damien and I had started out as a strictly sexual relationship, though one that was exclusive right from the start.
The emotions trickled in later and after a year the lines got inevitably blurred.
But when Damien asked me to join him as his Plus One for his sister’s wedding, I almost said no out of a sense of magnitude for the shift in our relationship.After a few convincing arguments though, I’d agreed and there we were, in the middle of his family and their friends. A gay couple like any other.
The family was very nice to me and it became clear that Damien had talked to them about me for a while.
I was a natural social butterfly and now that I got a chance, I flew from one person to another getting to know them and what anecdotes they had to tell about my boyfriend.It still sounded odd. Not quite like the right word. But the more it was used, the more I liked it. Especially when it was applied to me.“May I have a moment with my boyfriend?”Damien’s hand landed heavy on my waist, actually a few inches lower than was proper.His aunts nodded with sparkling eyes. “Of course dear.” “ Such a lovely young man!” They chirped while Damien steered me away and I could only wave a quick good bye.The touch on my ass should have been clue enough, but I didn’t really think Damien was as desperate as he turned out to be.He opened a seemingly random door in the corridor and pushed me inside before following.The room was small and from the decoration applied, it must have been the waiting room for the groom.
The door had no key.
Incredulous, I looked at Damien who was already throwing his jacket over the sofa.“What has gotten into you?” I whispered, exasperated. “Anyone can barge in here at any moment.”“What got into me?” He echoed, brows furrowed. He was opening his pants and under his fine vest and shirt, his cock was hard and ready.“You. Always you. My lovely boyfriend. I don’t care how, but I need you now.”I was well aware of Damien’s possessive nature, it never failed to arouse me. Just like it did right now.
A quick blowjob wouldn’t hurt anybody, would it?I pulled a pillow from the sofa and brought it over, gesturing to Damien to lean with his back against the door.
That way at least no one could just open the door without resistance and catch us in the act, I hoped.“You need to be quiet.” I whispered, kneeling on the pillow and putting my hand on his cock. I never could resist it.Damien’s fingers played with my hair as soon as I got my lips around the crown of his cock.
While I sucked him I feared every sound I made could be heard on the other side of the door. I wasn’t particularly skilled at keeping it quiet. Damien loved to hear the wanton sounds too much for that and encouraged me to let him hear all the wet noise.“And what if someone would see us like that?” Damien whispered, playing with the top of my ear.
“You on your knees, in your tailored fancy suit, lips stretched wide around my angry red cock…?”The tips of my ears got red not only from the stroking. Damien knew what he was doing when he said things like that.
But did he have to now? My cock stirred in my pants. That should not turn me on.Unfortunately I couldn’t tell him to be quiet and not say these things out loud, with his cock locked in my throat.“My fucking boyfriend is just too gorgeous and sexy for me to withstand. They would understand.”This was not helping. Suddenly there were voices on the other side of the door and I froze in place. People were just passing the room, but what if…
Gently but firmly, Damien pulled me forward by my hair. I moaned. Damn it. Surely people could hear.I needed to get this over with.Fortunately I knew exactly what Damin liked and I got my tongue to work overtime to make it happen.
Just before he came he pulled me back. He made me stick my tongue out, held me by my hair with one hand, the other aiming his cock.
Fully in control, he spilled into my mouth and onto my tongue without any drops soiling our fancy clothes or marking my face or hair.I slumped back, swallowing.“That was lovely.” He purred, packing his cock away, while I knelt there, a painful erection now straining in my pants.“Let’s get back before anyone can notice our absence.” He said, a glimmer in his eyes.

Kinktober Day 16

16 - Remote Control

I wasn’t much into art. Maybe schoolteachers had messed up my understanding of it but it all seemed very pretentious to me and not that useful in the grand scheme of things.
Damien however owned a gallery and worked for museums to acquire works from all over the world. It had been only a matter of time when he asked me to come to an opening event with him.He said it was called a vernissage, which to my ears just underlined the pretentious point.“Let’s make it fun for you then too.”He’d said at the eve of the event, when I tried to complain my way out of it last minute.Damien seemed to have anticipated my reluctance and had prepared. He handed me a little ribbon decorated box.“You’ve got 5 minutes before we need to leave.”With a sense of excited foreboding I pulled the ribbon from the gift and opened the lid.Nestled into the satin bed of the box sat a medium sized butt plug. I licked my lips and lifted it from the box, noticing the unusual weight. This was no usual plug, which explained why it was a little smaller then what I usually liked to use.The evening had just gotten a hundred times more interesting.***Two hours later, I was cursing my own hubris. I could have been walking over to the sculpture in the corner, admiring the curves, maybe a little bored from all the abstract paintings around me but free to move at my own leisure.But no. Instead I was forced to stay in front of a colorful mess for as long as the plug vibrated in my ass. Only when it stopped was I allowed to move to the next exhibit, where the buzzing would begin again.This was a group exhibition. There were endless paintings and I was beginning to see assholes and cum splatter in every single one of them.
There were none, but with how horny I’d gotten from the prolonged stimulation of my sweet spot, with very few breaks in between, I began seeing things, wanting things. I also felt a little wobbly on my legs.The only good thing was that I knew Damien had a very close eye on me. He was almost constantly in conversation with one person or a whole group of them, but he kept pushing the button relentlessly, hidden away in the depths of his jacket.I’d participated in a few conversations, more than I usually would have, because I quickly found out that Damien let the vibrations stop when I talked with people.Unfortunately I was not in my element to bullshit about colors and forms, so the reprieve was brief.When I thought I would have no other choice but to go to the bathroom and deal with my straining erection, Damien stepped up to me, hand on my ass.“We can leave in half an hour. Do you think you can make it? You already look a bit too turned on for the topic of this exhibition.”“And whose fault is that?” I mouthed back, opening another one of the buttons of my shirt. It was warm in here with all the people.“30 minutes.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek and sauntered off.I took a deep breath.***In the car on the way home, the vibrator was on its lowest setting as Damien sucked me off. He’d given me the option to wait until we were home and he would fuck me, but I had waited long enough. I needed the release now, and at least to my inner eye it was more spectacular than any of the stupid paintings tonight.

Kinktober Day 17

17 - Anal Hook

additional tags: anal hook, bondage, nipple clamps, sadistic tendencies, two person bondage, bdsm parties

It was my own fault really. I had agreed to this.It had all sounded so promising. So debauched and kinky. I’d been to a few kink parties with Damien by now. More often than not Damien asked me if I was in the mood to participate in the show program.And I knew, I could always say no. It was freeing just going there to watch, especially when my dom got very horny from watching. It was always a fun time. But the truth was, the thrill I got from being a more active participant of the party was something else entirely. A high that lasted well over a few days, weeks sometimes.
So, more often I’d begun to say yes when Damien suggested it.Now I had to live with the consequences. Namely, looking into lovely Eden’s eyes and witnessing the suffering he was enduring every time I couldn’t keep still.
Double bondage had sounded intriguing right until you had to look at someone for an extended period of time because rope was literally binding you together.Only rope would have been fine then. But Eden’s dom seemed to be a bit of a sadist and had attached nippleclamps to my fellow sub’s beautiful chest. The chain of which was pulled tight by the rope between us.
Everytime I moved just the tiniest bit, his poor nipples were tortured.I rarely allowed Damien to put nipple clamps on me. It was a soft limit because my nipples were really sensitive. He was allowed to use clamps as punishment, which he had only done once. I always felt a shiver run down my spine when I remembered that particular scene.
Today he had asked very nicely and I had told him very nicely that absolutely not. And so he’d put them back in the briefcase he’d brought with him.Eden hadn’t been this fortunate. I really tried to be still. But neither Eden nor I were particularly skilled in this regard, much to the audience's amusement.Somewhere I heard Damien laugh and my head turned faster to the side than I could think. Eden made a pitiful sound and his dom was immediately by his side, asking him for his safeword.
But Eden stubbornly shook his head.
Fool.
Damien stepped next to the other dom and I overheard a conversation that got my cheeks bright red from embarrassment.“Your sub is pretty restless. Maybe you could do something about that.”“Apologies. I have just the thing.”Now Eden looked at me with all sympathy.
What was Damien gonna do?Well first he attached another rope to the harness on my back. He kissed my neck and whispered praise to me.“I know you’re trying your best. Let me help you and Eden out a bit.”I nodded weakly. Then I felt a lubed finger at my rim. I put all effort into not moving and Eden held his breath.
Eventually more lube got pushed inside me, than something, a ball, small and hard followed.An anal hook.Instinctively I felt my ass tense around the small intruder.
It was a different feeling from a plug, much more centered to a single point. An intense kind of focus. If I moved like I had before, it would move as well and while not painful per se, it was not a pleasant feeling having it shift around.I was the paragon of stillness after that and I could read in Eden’s eyes that he was very grateful for that.

Kinktober Day 18

18 - DOM/sub

After a workweek from hell I was so done I was sure I would spend the next 48 hours in bed, eating ubereats if I managed to order some, or microwaved fries if I didn’t. That was if I still found some in the freezer somewhere.Deadlines had forced me to cancel on Damien twice in the past two weeks. I’d learned my lesson and told him what had been going on, and he had been very understanding, bringing me food one night, massaging my back and otherwise backing off.Until now. On Friday night he showed up on my doorstep. Folded me into a hug.“I want you to spend the weekend with me.”In the warm safety of his arms, breathing in his unique scent, I found myself nodding. This felt very much like the longed for reprieve, not unlike curling up under the bedcovers and saying goodbye to the outside world.“I won’t have much energy for games though.” I mumbled into his embrace. His hand combed through my hair that had gotten a bit too long from me not finding the time to get it cut. “Don’t worry about it.”***On our way over to his place, we stopped at my favorite ramen shop. I’d forgotten how good a salty broth and some yummy noodles could make you feel. I ate salads with some kind of protein everyday at work or when that took too long, I had one of those disgusting nourishing liquid meals that claimed to have all the nutrients with none of the satisfaction of real food. But it was a lot easier to take in when you had no time to take proper breaks.At Damien’s place, I was half expecting him to coax me to go to the club with him. Instead he so much as ordered me to have a bubble bath. He even had a new cozy mystery for me to read by the bathtub.
I should have started to question him then and there, but it felt soo darn good I kinda just let it happen.Half an hour in, he brought me a pink fruity cold drink and I sighed happily. Damien exchanged the book in my hands for the drink then crouched next to the tub, letting his left hand hang over the side into the warm water, playing with the bubbles of foam.“I’ve been thinking…”I was momentarily distracted when his hand almost touched my leg, but instead he was just piling bubbles on top of my exposed knee.“I want us to go away for the weekend. A cabin on the outskirts of town.”The drink was sweet and cool, the best thing now for my heated body.
Two hours ago I would not have wanted to go on a trip, but now it didn't sound so bad.“Why not.” I agreed, licking the taste of sweetness from my lips, watching his hand in hopes of more physical contact.“I was also thinking, we might use that opportunity to lean a bit more into the D/s of our relationship.”Of course he chose that moment to make first contact with my skin and let his fingers wander up my leg to my knee.“Oh?” A more intelligent response was not forthcoming just yet.“There are a few things you marked as an interest of yours on the initial questionnaire in the restricted behavior category. And I think it would do you some good to hand over some decisions for a while.”When our eyes met he added. “And for me to get handed them.”I felt the familiar ache building in my lower body that had been absent for a while now. I could not remember the details of my answers, only that it had been a long list. It had felt good getting the hard limits out of the way. Much more interesting had been reading Damien’s list. I had gotten horny from that, I remembered.“Don’t worry, I won’t make you scrub floors or anything like that. But if it’s alright with you, I’d like to get your consent for the weekend now, to explore our mutual interests as agreed upon previously.”I don’t know what was wrong with me, but it turned me on, when Damien got all proper and rule abiding. I trusted him fully. And he’d proven again that in some things, he knew me better than I knew myself. Knew what I truly needed when I got stuck. The bath, the food and drink, the book, all were proof of that.Suddenly I was looking forward to the weekend. A weekend where he would call the shots.“I’m in.”Damien smiled. “Good.”“I guess the last choice you get is: Are you up for the one hour drive now or would you prefer we leave in the morning?”“We can leave tonight.” I assured him, eager now to get going.“Alright then.”He offered me a hand and helped me out of the tub. With a big fluffy towel, he dried me off, brushing over my sensitive parts by design.A pile of clothes had been already laid out and I found very comfortable yoga pants, fluffy socks and one of his sweatshirts for me to dress in.
No underwear.He looked very pleased with my appearance.
“You look so cute in my shirt.” He leaned over and brushed his lips against mine, again more of a tease than anything tangible. He was getting me all riled up on purpose.“There is just one more thing.”I hadn’t registered the black box on the bench to the side before. Now Damien brought it over to me.He made me hold the box, then opened it and pulled the contents out for me to see.It was a leather collar.“A symbol, so that we know when we’re playing and when we’re not.”He walked around me, then the collar was put around my neck and fastened at the back.The feeling was unfamiliar, the weight, the faux-leather was soft and cushioned from the inside. It didn’t feel uncomfortable, but definitely foreign enough to remind me what I’d agreed to.It looked fucking amazing, I thought, staring into the mirror.From Damien’s intense expression that I caught in the mirror, he was thinking the same.tbc over the next 4 days

Kinktober Day 19

19 - Sensory Deprivation

That night, we made our way over to the cabin, the excitement keeping me awake on the hour-long drive.
In the headlights of the car I could make out just a little before Damien cut the engine off.
I was unfastening my seatbelt when Damien’s hand took hold of my arm.
“Put this on, Malik.”
From a bag on the backseat he produced a padded blindfold.My nerves fluttered a little when I considered what Damien was asking of me. Wearing a blindfold in bed is one thing. Wearing it in an unfamiliar place was something else.I had my safewords of course. Damien had proposed we take our relationship dynamic a step further and at least my cock was fully on board with that. I was too, I had to remind myself. The collar around my neck was proof of that. I touched it to reassure myself, then took the blindfold from Damien’s hand and put it over my eyes. It had a convenient velcro fastener at the back and felt strangely comfortable thanks to the thick padding that aside from making this very cushiony, also blocked out all the light.Damien caressed my cheek with his fingers.
“Wait a moment.”
I heard him leave the car, the door on his side getting closed. The trunk
opened, something heavy was moved.
Just from taking away my sight, he already had my other senses on alert. Not long after, the trunk was shut and my door was opened.“Come.” A hand steadied me as I very clumsily climbed out of the car. Something that was so mundane as exiting a car became a challenge when you couldn’t see. My hands flailed around, but the car and Damien got me to my feet.“I love this already.” Damien whispered into my ear while I stood passively waiting for him to lead me.With a hand on my arm, he did just that. Gravel was crunching under our shoes, the path seemed to meander a bit. The distinctive fresh smell of an old forest enveloped me.“Two steps now.”Some keys jingled, then the creak of the door.If I’d thought Damien would let me take off the blindfold now that we were inside, I was thoroughly mistaken.
He had me stand there, while he went back to get our luggage. When I began to fidget he pulled my arms to my back.“Keep them there, stay still. It will only take a few minutes.”I followed the sounds and scents as best as I could. Creaking floorboards. The door of a fireplace. A match being lit. A water kettle brought to boil.
Stairs?I couldn’t be sure.When Damien returned to me, he took off my shoes, one by one, pulled my jacket off and then, still crouching before me, he massaged my cock through the cotton pants, making me tremble.“You know, you are allowed to speak until I say otherwise.” He reminded me with a smile in his voice, so audible I did not have to see it.“All I want to ask is, what you’re gonna do next and I get the feeling, you’re not gonna tell me.”“Smart boy.”I felt him rise again.“You’re tired from the week. Let’s get you ready for bed.”Damien led me a few steps but I couldn’t tell if we moved into another room or not, only that we traveled from one carpet to another.Ready for bed had two parts. The first was brushing teeth, which worked surprisingly well even with no sight. Then Damien undressed me, made me bend over and part two apparently meant preparing my ass with lube.Soft, fresh pillows welcomed me to a bed, where Damien placed me. I had no idea how big the bed was, but from my arms stretching out, it was at least king sized.
Then the somewhat familiar sensation of getting aroused and then fucked while wearing a blindfold took over.I’d always loved the feeling of not knowing where Damien would touch, or kiss, or lick next. The collar added another layer. It wasn’t a tight fit, but lying on your back in the heat of the moment, it became more present.Damien was wild tonight. Maybe it was the sight of the collar? He fucked me with abandon, fucked me until his cock went limb inside me. Licked me clean afterwards.I’d come embarrassingly quickly. Maybe mild disorientation just made me even hornier.The blindfold didn’t come off even then. I had permission to take it off if I woke during the night. Otherwise, I had to wait for Damien to take it off in the morning.As long as he was by my side, I didn’t mind.tbc over the next 3 days

Kinktober Day 20

20 - Mirror Sex

additional tags: restricted eyecontact

Damien woke before me. Maybe it was the exhaustion of the week, or the blackout blindfold, either way I’d slept well through the night. He was kissing my nipples, very uncharacteristically gently.
“Good Morning.” Damien was smiling again. I moved in the direction where I suspected him to be and after a bit of searching I found a shoulder. I used it to pull myself towards him and kissed his waiting lips.“Are you ready for the blindfold to come off? There is something here I think you need to see.”I nodded.“Careful now.” Slowly Damien opened the fastener. The curtain was not opened entirely, leaving me to adjust slowly to the light.
I blinked a few times.The room was small, but the bed was enormous. But what was even more noticeable were the mirrors put up around the bed, covering he walls.
There was even one above the bed.I narrowed my eyes and looked around for any proof of my suspicion.
There it was. Metal rings on the bed. A metal headboard. Small compartments in the wall.
“Is this your cabin?”“What gave it away?”“You’re the only guy I know who would want a mirror above his bed.”Damien smiled. “Tell me you will not enjoy watching my back muscles when I have you folded at the waist, feet in the air and getting fucked mindless.”Thanks to the mirrors I could see the blush travel to my skin in real time.Damien leaned over and kissed the top of my collarbone, drawing my attention to the collar around my neck. There was something so sensually wicked about a completely naked man wearing nothing but a collar around his neck.“I’m getting us a quick refreshment while you can go to the bathroom opposite this room. We’ll meet back here.”There was a glimmer in his eyes.After at least 12 hours not being able to see anything, I was now taking in everything I could. It was so strange, discovering the house from the inside out.
Damien didn’t give me much time to explore though.
He handed me a freshly blended green juice, then pulled me back to the bed.While I was still nursing the drink, he was already lubing up his cock, watching me in the mirror. I might not have Damien’s voyeuristic tendencies, but I did appreciate his physic. I licked my lips and put the glass to the side.“How do you want me?”“Let’s start with you on all fours to begin with.”As soon as I positioned myself, his hands grabbed my hips and yanked me towards him. I yelped as his wet tip already brushed against my hole.“And one more thing. For now, you keep your eyes on yourself. If I catch you looking anywhere else… there will be consequences.”Well fuck me.After only a minute I wished I would still be wearing the blindfold. Damien watched me like a hawk and I had already broken his rule twice. He smirked at me, mouthing the number three, and I forced myself back to looking at my reflection.
Pink lips, red cheeks, tousled hair, collar around the neck, I had the expression of someone getting masterfully plowed in the ass and told to watch themselves take it.It was hot. It was humiliating, especially when I couldn’t hold in a moan or shut my eyes because of intense pleasure.
I wanted to let my head hang, but I had to watch.Damien took pity on me after the seventh time he caught my eyes wandering.
With practised ease, he folded me onto my back and fucked me missionary style.“Now you watch whatever you want in the mirror, but you don’t look directly at me, understood?”I only managed to whimper my yes.It was a breathtaking sight, Damien’s back, my bright red face with the fucked out expression.
Restricted eye contact wasn’t something we’d done often. I loved to see my arousal reflected back at me in Damien’s eyes. Especially now, so full of him, I wanted nothing more than the connection.But not having what I desperately wanted apparently did nothing to diminish my sexual release. It probably even enhanced it and I came with a shout.
Damien doubled his efforts then.. I saw and felt him speed up. When he was done he leaned down and kissed me.“Well done. You may look wherever you want now.”With eyes wet from the intense experience, I drank in the love that was shining in Damien’s eyes.tbc over the next 2 days

Kinktober Day 21

21 - Forced Orgasm

“Seven minutes?” Incredulous, I looked at my dom, who was leaning against the kitchenette, coffee mug in hand and a smug expression on his handsome face.We’d spent most of the day outside, hiking in the nature surrounding the cabin.
Now we were back and Damien thought it was time for the consequences I’d accumulated during our morning scene.“Seven minutes - it’s less time than the pasta needs cooking.”When he put it like that.
I eyed the mounted object at the table. It was some kind of high tech masturbator.“It’s not like you have a choice here, Malik.”
Damien was right behind me suddenly, speaking into my ear and tugging at the collar around my neck.A shiver ran down my spine.
Other than using my safeword, he was right, there was nothing I could do now to get out of the situation.Kissing my shoulders, Damien pulled my hands, one after another to the side and put a leather cuff around them. He attached both to the ring on the collar, forcing my hands up and out of the way.This was going to happen now. My throat felt dry and I swallowed a few times, while Damien was getting even more toys from the bathroom.The fact was, I would not hold out for 7 minutes to come, not if the rhythm and speed were right.
And Damien was well aware.He came back from the bathroom and I caught sight of the lube bottle. He crouched behind me, then I felt a hand on my ass.
“Just something small.” He gave me advanced warning before he pulled my ass cheeks apart and pushed a lubed up small plug inside me.A generous amount of lube was poured onto my cock then and Damien guided me forward to push it into the waiting, slick and soft sleeve of the masturbator.I trembled from the sudden tight sensation alone.“Use yellow generously and make me proud.” Damien whispered and kissed me.He stepped away and as if for show, tuned the little bunny timer next to the stove to seven minutes.
Then he pushed another button on a remote control in his hand, and the masturbator began. It was a slow rhythm, and at first everything about it was heavenly. The wet, tight grip around my not yet fully hardened cock, the rhythmic back and forth like a really good blow job.
I couldn’t help myself and moaned. A minute in, the rhythm changed gradually. The machine sped up, and the ride was on. It was just the right kind of rhythm. I would come if this continued. Soon. A glance at the bunny timer made me panic. Not even two minutes.
I tried to divert my attention. But with Damien watching me like a hawk and the wicked sounds from the machine, it was hard not to stay right in the moment.
I helplessly pulled at the collar to free my hands, but there was no way for me to go.I could technically step away, but I wouldn’t even want to imagine what kind of consequence Damien would determine for that.Just after 2 minutes and 15 seconds I called out: “Yellow.” And immediately the stimulation slowed, allowing me to pull myself back from the edge.
Only, something else happened. The plug in my ass began to buzz. My eyes flew to Damien, who looked far too pleased with himself.
Which was always a good look on him.The plug set snuggly against my sweet spot and apparently had a rotating part, putting amazing stimulation to my prostate.
It was a blessing and a curse. For a minute or so it would put the focus away from my cock but after that, everything would just get so much more intense.Without my own will, my hips began to thrust towards the slowed masturbator. If it would just speed up I could come …
I had however made it just past the 3 and a half minutes mark.At 4 minutes I called out yellow again. The buzz at my prostate got slightly less, but the masturbator sped up.I croaked “Yellow” again when I came. The masturbator slowed, my cum dripping out of the sleeve that was still, very slowly stimulating my spent cock not allowing it to soften.
The buzz at my prostate increased again.I whimpered and Damien stepped to my back and held me by my shoulders, steadying me, giving me strength to endure.
For the last minute, he increased both stimulations again, and just when the bunny timer chimed the seven minute mark, I trembled with a second orgasm.Completely spent and exhausted I was grateful when Damien after cleaning everything, including me, up, uncuffed me and guided me to the couch. A blanket and a bowl of pasta followed.“Well done.”tbc for one ore day

Kinktober Day 22

22 - Crawling

additional tags: mittens

The next morning of our kink vacation, we spent lazily in bed. Damien brought me breakfast and spent over an hour worshipping my body with gentle caresses, massaging my back, shoulders and legs, while I got to read. Eventually I put the book away for a prolonged blowjob.
I loved it when he pleasured me in that way. I always felt well taken care of. I never asked for it directly, and I didn’t have to, because Damien was looking out for me.Maybe the kink part of the vacation was over, I wondered right before Damien lifted one of the bags he’d brought on the bed.
My questions died on my lips, when he pulled a few items out of the bag and assembled them on the bed before me.Mittens, kneehigh stockings and kneepads.“When you eventually get out of bed today, I want you moving around on all fours. No standing up unless I say so. Understood?”My mouth stood slightly open in astonishment.
“Why?”He smirked and sat on the bed. A featherlight touch on my cheek and over my lips, before his fingers travelled down and tapped against the collar around my neck.“Because I want you to. Want to see if you’ll let me watch you crawling around naked in my cabin. I want to see what it does to you.”It was another test of my submission.I swallowed and gingerly began putting the stockings on first. I’d never even worn anything like it before but from the expression in Damien’s eyes I sensed he enjoyed the look.
Knee pads next.With the mittens I needed help and Damien was happy to provide it.
These were padded faux leather mittens and as soon as he closed the velcro fastener I couldn’t really use my hands anymore like I was used to.“Stunning.” Damien murmured and then simply walked out of the room, leaving me to face my new situation in the mirrors around me.It was definitely an arousing sight. My long legs were emphasised by the stockings and the eye was automatically pulled to my naked crotch.
The collar was what tied the outfit together. And the mittens… well. I was not sure about those. Maybe long gloves would have looked even better, but the padding would make moving around easier, I supposed.Gingerly I got off the bed and onto the carpeted floor. There was not enough room here to practise crawling though.
Slowly I moved out of the room, finding it pretty weird to be honest. At least my knees or hands didn’t hurt. The padding did its job.Damien was busy in the kitchen and didn’t even look up when I came into the room. Done by design, I figured and made myself crawl around a bit to get the hang of it.
It still felt clumsy and I doubted anyone could make crawling look sexy or seductive.
“Come here.” Damien eventually called from the kitchen.My cheeks warming, I followed his command. At least there were no mirrors here for me to second guess my movement.Damien still did not look up, but when I reached him he put his hand on my head and petted my hair.
The gesture warmed my heart with affection as much as the act of kneeling next to him warmed my face with a pleasant wave of submission.He simply brushed over the novelty of me crawling around him. Whatever storm raged inside me from this new experience, he was calm and steady. Which in turn helped me settle into the scene.
I moved less self consciously, when he commanded me to wait by the couch.For a while he let me hop on the couch next to him while he read, caressing the nape of my neck, my ear and shoulders, lulling me into a relaxed state of contentment.
I noticed he had put a lot of wood in the fireplace presumably to make the cabin warm enough for me to crawl around in.“Follow me.” Was the command that pulled me out of my meditative state. The mittens reminded me to climb from the couch instead of standing up. Curious what came next I crawled next to Damien’s measured steps. One round around the room, a second round around the room.
When we began the third I halted and sat on my haunches.Damien made two steps more then turned. Our eyes met.He didn’t look angry. Just the confident smile on his face that told me he had anticipated this.“What’s your color Malik?” He asked, reminding me that we were in a scene and that I had tools.When I gnawed on my lip instead of answering, confused about how I did not enjoy this but also didn’t want to end it with a safeword, and also my cock was swelling under Damien’s gaze, he crouched down in front of me.“Tell me, love.” He coaxed, brushing his thumb over my lower lip.“Yellowish. Greenyellow.” I mumbled, not making eye contact.“Alright. How about you do two more rounds for me and then I fuck you on the sofa?”My head shot up, and I found myself nodding enthusiastically. I was really easy wasn't I?Damien smirked, then gestured for me to crawl on, which I did. Instead of walking with me, this time he watched my every movement, watched my cock swell under his gaze and my head lowered in submission.He was rock hard when I finished the two rounds and waiting for me. He made me climb up and then I got one of the best fucks of my life, intensified by the trapped sensation of my hands in the mittens with no way to get hands on myself.Afterwards, he helped me take the mittens off as well as the collar signaling an end to our mini kink vacation.
“Well done, love.” He praised me and I agreed.
He’d not made it easy, but I’d never felt more cherished than I was now. I had a lot to think about.

Kinktober Day 23

23 - Praise Kink

“That’s it. I knew you could take that all.”The giant butt plug had finally reached the point where it tapered off and my whole body very very carefully began to relax again. Damien’s praise, as demeaning as it was, helped with that.It always helped.Like everybody I liked to be praised.
But Damien rarely complimented my natural looks or outfit choices.No, he used praise like a weapon, knowing full well what it did to me. That a blazing heat would follow one of his special flatteries, leaving me with the hot and cold feeling of abasement and arousal.A cocktail he knew so well to mix for me.“Look at you, all stuffed and pretty.”He gently guided me to the floor between his legs, his leather boots caging me into position.“It drives me wild when you give in.” He was leaning forward, speaking directly into my ear. His breath caressing my skin.I whimpered. The plug was huge and I felt the stretch, but the little bit of discomfort was nothing to the extent of pleasure I soaked in from his attention.“It will feel so good later, when I get to just slide into you, over and over. I can’t wait. Can’t stop thinking about your perfect ass.”I gnawed on my lip. He was getting me hard just from words and well also the stretch I supposed. My body was weird. Things I didn’t particularly like could become my favourite thing, as soon as Damien was involved.“In the meantime get your irresistible mouth on my cock and get me ready. I know you want to.”Yes to it all.

Kinktober Day 24

24 - Gags

As saliva was slowly dripping from the corners of my mouth, from around the silicon gag that was held in place by a strap, I mused how versatile Damien knew to use different gags in our sessions.I had trouble getting to terms with it myself, but this gag today was actually meant as a privilege I’d earned.Instead of a full on face mask with gag and blindfold, I had been so good lately that he’d deemed I had earned the privilege to watch him while he bound me with rope. I wondered if there would have been something I could have done to earn the privilege not to have to drool all over myself, but I had my doubts. Damien liked it if I did.Just now, he paused after having just finished another knot and stroked his thumb over the bright red and shiny wet ball that filled my mouth.He would propose all sorts of gags. There was one I did not like at all, which he only ever brought out to punish some bad behaviour on my part. And that there was bad behaviour was entirely my own fault. Damien communicated his expectations very clearly to me. He was always fair and respectful of my limits but I occasionally liked … to see what would happen.Well, sometimes when I talked back, the spider gag would come out. It wasn’t so much that it hurt worse than any other ring gag, but I thought it looked particularly ugly on me. So when he made me wear it, maybe even with a mirror in the room which he was so fond of, I knew he wanted me to remember the consequences.
I still shuddered when I remember the time, I had to wear it and he didn’t even use my mouth or tongue at all. No, he fucked me from behind while my mouth was spread wide open and drool was pooling out.He also had a gag to reward me with. And while I previously would have never thought of a gag as something particularly rewarding, him declaring it so quickly made it a reality.
I had come to like gags because Damien liked them.
And sometimes he gave me a penis gag to suck on while he fucked my ass or sucked me off. And I proudly suckled on the latex penis knowing I had pleased him.That’s how much he had gotten into my head.

Kinktober Day 25

25 - Stocks/Pillory

“Absolutely not. A hard no.”
It was rare for me to be so vocally against something Damien suggested, but with the stocks that wasn’t even a question.
Ever since the heavy black wood construction had appeared at the back of the club, I’d felt a little uneasy when we were there. More than once I found myself looking in the direction, at the poor guy trapped in there for a scene, no way out.
I could be trussed up in intricate bondage a platform over and still feel like I was far far better off than the poor sub stuck in there.
Damien didn’t push. But he watched me like a hawk. Every time I was gazing over was clocked by him, I was sure.
Then one night, we were at my place and I was feeling very horny, he asked me if I would indulge him tonight. He’d brought a large gym bag over with him. Curious what he’d brought, excited to get going, I said yes.
It turned out stocks came in a portable, kneeling variation. The construct was all metal and leather. Damien was assembling it in my living room while I watched in disbelief.
The absence of the hard wood, the cuffs and overall different look all lulled me into thinking this would surely be different. Easier.
At least I wasn’t uncomfortably bending forward. Kneeling on all fours I could do. But the first thing Damien closed was the ring for my neck, mounted on a long metal rod, sealing my fate of immobility.
“Color?”
Well. Nothing really had happened yet.
“Green.”
The cuffs around wrist, arms, legs and ankles followed.
I was stuck.
“Well, look at you.”
I didn’t need to look, I felt my predicament very vividly. At least we were at home where no other eyes were witnessing my position.
Damien gave me a few minutes to settle into the new situation. He was sitting in the armchair a few feet away, stroking himself. Letting me know in a not at all subtle way, how turned on he was by the scene before him.
And damn, if that didn’t work on me. The humiliation of being put in place so completely for whatever he wanted to do.
Everything was exposed.
I got a session of intense pleasure that first night. Damien was edging me, sitting cross-legged next to my locked in form, stimulating my ass with a vibrating plug while he brought me closer and closer to a big crescendo of a climax, all the while complimenting me on how good I looked, and how brave I was.
I didn’t realise it then, but Damien had begun a training program.
A few weeks later, after the kneeling stock contraption had become a permanent piece of equipment in my house, we were at his place for an extended Friday Night session.
“I need you to be very brave tonight.” He told me when he kissed me at the door.
I was expecting him to be in the mood for heavy impact play or something like that. Instead he presented me with the next step in my training: a wooden board with holes for wrists and neck.
“I know you’re ready for it. And I can’t wait any longer to see you in it.”
It dawned on me then that a prolonged stay in the stocks in Hellfire were in my future somewhere. Damien was determined to get me there and that alone was incentive enough for me to try.
It was so humiliating, having the wood around you, trapping you in such an exposing vulnerable position. No leeway. No snaking your way out. No pulling against restraints. Just a very visible device immobilising you for your dom to play with as he wished and to remind you of your position.
Damien had me kneel next to his chair, feeding me grapes and praising me for my courage. Face bright red from the thrill of it all and cock hard, another experience of mindblowing pleasure followed, despite or maybe due to the way I was bound.
When he proposed the stocks at the club again a few months after the first time, I was ready.
I was maybe even a little eager.
Maybe I even asked him if we could include some other people.
There was freedom to be found in the stocks. The freedom of complete submission. And Damien had known I craved nothing more.

Kinktober Day 26

26 - Lingerie

A man like Damien was an impossible man to find a present for. He knew what he liked and when it came to his own gear he had the best sources already figured out. Like where he got his light leather gloves I loved feeling on my skin so much. Or cravats, watches, even pajamas.I was not yet at the point where he would get socks from me, so I had to get creative.Gifting myself to him I did practically every day. We were so open with our kinks and sexual interests that we were a match made in heaven, but also we did all stuff all the time. Trying to up that for his birthday was pretty much impossible.Until I caught his eyes wandering to a particular individual at a bdsm party we were attending. There was no specific theme that night, so really the whole spectrum of outfits were on display. From rubber to latex to leather to mesh to neopren and so on.Damien was watching a pair of crossdressers with some interest; frills, corsets, lace and high heels.That was one thing we’d not done. Neither one of us had marked it as neither kink nor limit. We were both mildly interested.Well, maybe I could get us a lot more interested.The secrecy was half of the joy and I delighted in researching and ordering items online.It all came together. Now what would be the best way to surprise him? It was his birthday after all.
And birthday gifts needed to get properly unwrapped.
When we met at Hellfire on his birthday, I was wearing simple dress pants and a white shirt over it. The slightest hint of pink could be glimpsed under the white shirt, but only if you looked closely.It was a week night, so we hadn’t made any elaborate plans. But we went to the club and he had asked very nicely if he could fuck me tonight.
If he was disappointed that my outfit wasn’t particularly festive, he didn’t say anything, just held me in his arms while we watched some action on the platform in front of us.The waiting was more nerve racking than I’d anticipated.
All while he wanted me to service his cock kneeling in front of him, he had no idea I was wearing lacy lingerie for him. But I knew and that alone made me incredibly horny.My light pink panties would get soaked in precum if Damien wasn’t going to get a bit more handsy.Eventually he pulled me up and opened my zipper to get to my cock. His hand paused, when he came in touch with the unexpected fabric.Then I had his full attention.“What is this?”Demonstrating his strength in one move he put me on my back on the leather sofa and hovering above me, took in my appearance.“Happy Birthday?!” I was a bit unsure at first, but then his mouth turned up.I can only imagine what it must have looked like, the flash of pink contrasting with my monochromatic attire.People started to gather as Damien unwrapped his birthday gift, revealing the whole outfit. Instead of a bra, a chest harness of soft pink satin delicately caressed my pecs. Garter belt over the lacy panties then thigh high stockings.Damien licked my cock through the lace, then he pulled my normal clothes off me in a way that told me he was enjoying the gift more than I had dreamed he would.“I wanna fuck you in front of everybody.”Oh boy. He really liked it.A nodded weakly. When Damien got like this, I hardly knew anymore how to form words. His passion swept me up like a flood.At least he didn’t put us in the spotlight on a platform. Instead he simply pulled the lace from my cock, folded me in two and with both silk covered feet in the air, he took me right then and there, with people all around us.The gift had been a big success, though afterwards I felt a bit like a train had run over me.
If that was how he’d react to me dressing up, this would do very well to elevate his birthdays for years to come.

Kinktober Day 27

27 - Hair Pulling

His cock was sliding into my throat and I focused on my breathing. Tonight I was not giving him a blowjob. Tonight he was fucking my face.
It was an exercise in submission. Letting him control the pace, the force, the depth. I had to ignore the saliva running down my chin, couldn’t do anything about the filthy soundscape of him taking my mouth like an emperor plundering a city.
Usually Damien was more into having me actively submissive. Serving him.
Not tonight. Tonight he wanted to use me, take me, remind me that he owned me.And I loved that. I also loved that he had his hands buried in my hair. He used it to hold me still when he thrust between my wide open lips.
The pull anchored me. The simplest of possessive gestures, and it always pulled me in deeper.As much as I loved all the gear we used on a regular basis, sometimes, when the nights were short, and work and life were busy, getting fucked doggy style by him, with one hand in my hair was all the dominance I needed to fall into passion with him.The most mundane moments could turn into a flash of heat, when he put his hand to my neck, grabbed my hair close to the scalp and slightly forced my head to turn in his direction to give me a good morning kiss.He held me captive on my knees, one hand in my hair, the other jerking himself off and unto my waiting tongue.
Only then did he release his grip, patting me on the back of my head, a signal for me to swallow and get to cleaning him with my tongue.I swallowed then met his eyes, sending my plea to him. And because he knew me so well by now, he sank one hand into my hair again and with a delicious tug directed me forward.

Kinktober Day 28

28 - Multiple Orgasms

“Let’s keep the light out tonight.”“Keep the lights out?” I parroted, not sure if I heard Damien right. We were at my place and Damien was going to stay the night over. I didn’t have his gear collection, but I did have a few things that we used on a regular basis.“So… no toys? No restraints?” I wanted to make sure I understood him correctly.
Why was the kinkiest man I’d ever known suddenly turning vanilla on me?
What was going on?Damien smiled. “If you’d like something, feel free to pick it out. I just… I want to try something.”“I could wear a blindfold or a mask?” I offered, wondering what the big deal was. When he wanted to surprise me that’s how we usually did it.“Malik. Trust me. For this, I need it to be dark.”Now I was truly baffled.So I chose cuffs for my wrists with a simple link in between, to have something a little more going on than just sex. Not that sex with Damien wasn’t usually amazing. Just that I had come to enjoy it even more if some form of kink was involved.There was something in the simplicity of the act though. Usually we had sex with at least one night light on by the bedside table.
I was used to not seeing much from blindfolds or masks we liked to use. This was different. I could still guess Damien’s form over me even though I didn’t really see.The mystery unfolded itself slowly.Damien kept on going. I could have sworn I heard him reach his climax from the heavy breathing I recognized, his grip around my ankles tightening. A deep moan escaping him. But no.
He pulled out, took a couple of breaths then he pushed in again, picking up the rhythm.
This happened three times.
I was whimpering by then, coming really close to my own climax without having even touched my cock. The link between my wristcuffs clinked when I finally caved and took my cock into my bound hands.“I’m gonna come!”“Do it!”Damien sounded strained. I reached my release, clenching down on the cock inside me, my hands sticky with my cum.Surely that would push him over the edge?Damien’s grip tightened, he stopped moving. I held my breath while he seemed to do some kind of breathing exercise?
Then he slipped in again and kept fucking.Had he turned into a machine? Was he wearing a cockring?Amazed I endured another round, until he finally allowed himself to speed up and shoot his cum into me.He was laughing when he fell next to me on the bed, pulling me into an embrace.“That would never have worked if I would have had to look at you. I would have finished with the first orgasm.”The first? “How many did you have?”“Four.”I was speechless.The next day he revealed his secret to me. It turned out Damien had done some research and weeks of exercises to get himself able to control his ejaculation.
However he found he could not control himself, when he had me to look at. Blushing furiously, I pulled him back into the bedroom.

Kinktober Day 29

29 - Fullbody bondage

I couldn’t move, I couldn’t see. My arms were held in sleeves by my sides, my feet were tucked away in some kind of enclosed pocket and the smell of leather had invaded my sense of smell, leaving no room for anything else.
It would need more strength than I possessed to move. I imagined I was still technically able to but I just couldn’t bring myself to make any kind of progress.
The hood had straps attached at the back that made the fit around my head snug.
The blindfold left me in the dark.The zipper over my mouth had been left open, my one way to the outside world still available. And even that was now invaded by Damien’s leather covered fingers.
He really did everything with a sense of perfection. He wanted me to feel a certain way. And the added leather gloves made the one point of contact I still had, so similar to my leather bound existence that it didn’t feel much like a reprieve at all.
Like a leather gag his fingers filled my mouth, played with my tongue, driving home the point that the allowed freedom wasn’t for me to talk or experience relief, it was for him to play with.“You have no idea of the extent you want to submit to me.”
He’d promised me one night very early on in our relationship. And since then he had set out to prove to me the truth of that prediction.I lost my sense of time quickly. I knew he was next to me, the whole time. Witnessing my descent into the prophesied state of full submission.
Bound tightly, fully under his spell, his control, I lay there. My existence shrunk to the points of contact he made. His gloved fingers in my mouth, his teeth descending on my nipples. I hadn’t even realised when he’d brought out the sleepsack that there were zipped up openings in some areas for easy access.He made me come with his delicious mouth, a treat I rarely got indulged with. What surely would have to be the end of the session, was simply an interlude.
Only when he had fucked my mouth, kneeling over me, and come all over the hood, did he lift the blindfold from my eyes and opened buckle for buckle to free me.I was dazed from the experience. And also so much more in love with him. It scared me a little.

Kinktober Day 30

30 - Fucking Machines

After over two years of power exchange and mindblowing sex, going to parties and everything, I thought I knew everything about Damien’s kinks and desires there was to know.But one night at his place, me safely being tucked away in his arms after a scene my balls would remember for some time, Damien opened up about something we hadn’t done yet.Propped up on one arm, his free hand was under the covers, resting on my ass. His fingers dipping into the cleft, rubbing against the rim of my hole.“You know I don’t like to share.”I hummed in agreement. Damien’s possessiveness was legendary. For all that he liked to have people around watching us, aside from maybe allowing a few of our friends to touch and very rarely engage in oral sex, my ass was for him alone.“But… I have this fantasy.”Now my ears propped up. “What fantasy?” Curiosity sparked, I held my breath.His voice got a little lower. His fingers pulled at my rim.“A fantasy of your hole, well fucked and wet, before I even get to it.”I shivered, the sensation at my hole putting weight to his words.He slowly drew me into the fantasy. And he told me how we could make it happen.***The machine wasn’t quiet. Even with some background music on the sound of the electric machinery filled the room.
It didn’t destroy the fantasy though.I had a blindfold on and was bound onto a bondage bench, legs in boots held up high in the air, exposing my hole for every cock that wanted it. In the fantasy.In reality, Damien was mounting different dildos on the arm of the fucking machine, lubed them up real good before setting them up to fuck me, each in a different rhythm for different amounts of time, just like different men would.In between he would give me a little reprieve, pour lube all over my ass, making it all very wet and slippery.
His fingers were also testing the state of my hole after each fuck.I was panting after a particularly quick fuck. Sweat was shining on my skin.My cock was hard, sometimes Damien stroked me while the machine relentlessly drove inside me. But the rhythms were too different to take me over the edge.I was getting a little sore. It was the first time I’d experienced anything like this prolonged fucking.But when Damien offered to take a little rest, I shook my head. I wanted to get to the good part.“Alright, then just one more. There is a big boy here for you.”That was all the warning I got. The dildo was the thickest yet. Well lubed of course but still, it took a few tries to get it fully inside me and then Damien kept the machine going very slowly for a few minutes until it finally sped up.The more my hole got stretched and used, the more I craved for Damien.
The big one though really got me. Damien took extra care to get the rhythm just right, he stroked my cock and peppered me with praise of how wrecked I looked and how big the cock was, I was taking for him. I was so full and stretched and…It didn’t take much more for me to explode into his hand.The machine stopped after it rode out the simulated orgasm.I was ready to curl up and fall asleep. But no. This was it. The finish line was only one fuck away.“Fuck Malik. You took that all so well. You have no idea how hot your hole looks, so well used. I’ll be quick, I promise.”
The hoarse rasp of his voice told me all I needed to know.This had been a success. Damien delivered the sloppiest fuck of our relationship. But the way he got vocal, a rare occasion for him, I felt immensely satisfied even though my ass was sore and I knew I would feel this for days.It had been so worth it.

Kinktober Day 31

31 - Hot Tub Sex

The air was biting cold. My body ached in all the wrong places from the day spent skiing in the mountains. Or learning to ski to be precise. I hadn’t been on skis before and I had some bruises to show for it. But I was determined to learn.
Damien had been skiing since he was five years old. He struck an elegant figure in any room, but he also was graceful on skis and that was just unfair.The winning argument for this trip had been the outside hot tub in the mountain resort. Watching the stars, soaking in hot water, who could say no to that?It was that promise I was currently hobbling towards. I could see the steam rising from the wooden tub swirling in the decorative torchlight.With a deep sigh I sunk into the welcoming warmth, leaving the bathrobe by the side. For a while I just lay there and let the stars twinkle above me, while the heat slowly uncoiled my muscles.Then I simply closed my eyes.Sloshing water pulled me from my half sleep when Damien climbed in beside me.“How are you? That looked like a painful fall there at the end.” He sounded all concerned.“I’m fine.” I mumbled, too relaxed now to recall the painful event.“How fine?” There was an edge to his voice that made me open my eyes.There were other luxury chalets around ours, however all hot tubs were angled in a way that they could not be seen from the other visitors.Before I fully realised what Damien was getting at, his hand under the surface of the water, cupped my dormant cock.
Under Damien’s practised administrations, I was hard a minute later.“Fine enough.” I pushed against his hand to demonstrate my point.“We’ll have to be quiet though.” I reminded him.“That’s more of a ‘you problem’, I’d say, but I agree.” His stupid smirk, all confidence and tease.When I didn’t protest, he pulled me onto his lap and his long fingers closed around both our cocks.Already I had to suppress a moan.He chuckled.I put both hands on his shoulders and with my head bent low I watched him lazily stroke both our length, alternating brushing his thumb over his tip than with the next stroke over mine.It was mesmerising to watch.When he tightened the grip and accelerated the pace, I couldn’t help myself but get a bit more vocal.His right hand slowed. Then I felt his left hand close over my mouth. He positioned his thumb under my chin, an effective reminder I was to keep quiet.He sped up again. I was moving with his hand now, riding on his lap like the wanton being I was.“Fingers on your nipple!” He ordered, voice deep and commanding. “Twist them real good. I would do it myself, but as you can see, my hands are currently occupied.”It didn’t take long for us to come after that. I arched my whole body under the pleasure and I could have sworn I saw a shooting star when I looked up, letting go.Damien carried me back to our little cabin as the snow began to fall.End of Kinktober 2025 ^^

Impressum

B. Luise Koerner
c/o Adressgeber #1778
An der Alten Ziegelei 38
48157 Münster[email protected]

Privacy Policy

Allgemeine Hinweise
Die folgenden Hinweise geben einen einfachen Überblick darüber, was mit Ihren personenbezogenen Daten passiert, wenn Sie diese Website besuchen. Personenbezogene Daten sind alle Daten, mit denen Sie persönlich identifiziert werden können. Ausführliche Informationen zum Thema Datenschutz entnehmen Sie unserer unter diesem Text aufgeführten Datenschutzerklärung.

Wer ist verantwortlich für die Datenerfassung auf dieser Website?
Die Datenverarbeitung auf dieser Website erfolgt durch den Websitebetreiber. Dessen Kontaktdaten können Sie dem Abschnitt „Hinweis zur Verantwortlichen Stelle“ in dieser Datenschutzerklärung entnehmen.

Wie erfassen wir Ihre Daten?
Ihre Daten werden zum einen dadurch erhoben, dass Sie uns diese mitteilen. Hierbei kann es sich z. B. um Daten handeln, die Sie in ein Kontaktformular eingeben.
Andere Daten werden automatisch oder nach Ihrer Einwilligung beim Besuch der Website durch unsere IT- Systeme erfasst. Das sind vor allem technische Daten (z. B. Internetbrowser, Betriebssystem oder Uhrzeit des Seitenaufrufs). Die Erfassung dieser Daten erfolgt automatisch, sobald Sie diese Website betreten.
Wofür nutzen wir Ihre Daten?
Ein Teil der Daten wird erhoben, um eine fehlerfreie Bereitstellung der Website zu gewährleisten. Andere Daten können zur Analyse Ihres Nutzerverhaltens verwendet werden. Sofern über die Website Verträge geschlossen oder angebahnt werden können, werden die übermittelten Daten auch für Vertragsangebote, Bestellungen oder sonstige Auftragsanfragen verarbeitet.

Welche Rechte haben Sie bezüglich Ihrer Daten?
Sie haben jederzeit das Recht, unentgeltlich Auskunft über Herkunft, Empfänger und Zweck Ihrer gespeicherten personenbezogenen Daten zu erhalten. Sie haben außerdem ein Recht, die Berichtigung oder Löschung dieser Daten zu verlangen. Wenn Sie eine Einwilligung zur Datenverarbeitung erteilt haben, können Sie diese Einwilligung jederzeit für die Zukunft widerrufen. Außerdem haben Sie das Recht, unter bestimmten Umständen die Einschränkung der Verarbeitung Ihrer personenbezogenen Daten zu verlangen. Des Weiteren steht Ihnen ein Beschwerderecht bei der zuständigen Aufsichtsbehörde zu.
Hierzu sowie zu weiteren Fragen zum Thema Datenschutz können Sie sich jederzeit an uns wenden.

Hosting

Externes Hosting
Diese Website wird extern gehostet. Die personenbezogenen Daten, die auf dieser Website erfasst werden, werden auf den Servern des Hosters / der Hoster gespeichert. Hierbei kann es sich v. a. um IP-Adressen, Kontaktanfragen, Meta- und Kommunikationsdaten, Vertragsdaten, Kontaktdaten, Namen, Websitezugriffe und sonstige Daten, die über eine Website generiert werden, handeln.
Das externe Hosting erfolgt zum Zwecke der Vertragserfüllung gegenüber unseren potenziellen und bestehenden Kunden (Art. 6 Abs. 1 lit. b DSGVO) und im Interesse einer sicheren, schnellen und effizienten Bereitstellung unseres Online-Angebots durch einen professionellen Anbieter (Art. 6 Abs. 1 lit. f DSGVO). Sofern eine entsprechende Einwilligung abgefragt wurde, erfolgt die Verarbeitung ausschließlich auf Grundlage von Art. 6 Abs. 1 lit. a DSGVO und § 25 Abs. 1 TDDDG, soweit die Einwilligung die Speicherung von Cookies oder den Zugriff auf Informationen im Endgerät des Nutzers (z. B. Device-Fingerprinting) im Sinne des TDDDG umfasst. Die Einwilligung ist jederzeit widerrufbar.
Unser(e) Hoster wird bzw. werden Ihre Daten nur insoweit verarbeiten, wie dies zur Erfüllung seiner Leistungspflichten erforderlich ist und unsere Weisungen in Bezug auf diese Daten befolgen.
Wir setzen folgende(n) Hoster ein:
united-domains GmbH Gautinger Straße 10 82319 Starnberg Deutschland
Auftragsverarbeitung
Wir haben einen Vertrag über Auftragsverarbeitung (AVV) zur Nutzung des oben genannten Dienstes geschlossen. Hierbei handelt es sich um einen datenschutzrechtlich vorgeschriebenen Vertrag, der gewährleistet, dass dieser die personenbezogenen Daten unserer Websitebesucher nur nach unseren Weisungen und unter Einhaltung der DSGVO verarbeitet.

Allgemeine Hinweise und Pflichtinformationen

DatenschutzDie Betreiber dieser Seiten nehmen den Schutz Ihrer persönlichen Daten sehr ernst. Wir behandeln Ihre personenbezogenen Daten vertraulich und entsprechend den gesetzlichen Datenschutzvorschriften sowie dieser Datenschutzerklärung.
Wenn Sie diese Website benutzen, werden verschiedene personenbezogene Daten erhoben. Personenbezogene Daten sind Daten, mit denen Sie persönlich identifiziert werden können. Die vorliegende Datenschutzerklärung erläutert, welche Daten wir erheben und wofür wir sie nutzen. Sie erläutert auch, wie und zu welchem Zweck das geschieht.
Wir weisen darauf hin, dass die Datenübertragung im Internet (z. B. bei der Kommunikation per E-Mail) Sicherheitslücken aufweisen kann. Ein lückenloser Schutz der Daten vor dem Zugriff durch Dritte ist nicht möglich.Hinweis zur verantwortlichen StelleDie verantwortliche Stelle für die Datenverarbeitung auf dieser Website ist:
B. Luise Koerner
c/o Adressgeber #1778 An der Alten Ziegelei 38 48157 Münster
E-Mail: [email protected]
Verantwortliche Stelle ist die natürliche oder juristische Person, die allein oder gemeinsam mit anderen über die Zwecke und Mittel der Verarbeitung von personenbezogenen Daten (z. B. Namen, E-Mail-Adressen o. Ä.) entscheidet.Speicherdauer
Soweit innerhalb dieser Datenschutzerklärung keine speziellere Speicherdauer genannt wurde, verbleiben Ihre personenbezogenen Daten bei uns, bis der Zweck für die Datenverarbeitung entfällt. Wenn Sie ein berechtigtes Löschersuchen geltend machen oder eine Einwilligung zur Datenverarbeitung widerrufen, werden Ihre Daten gelöscht, sofern wir keine anderen rechtlich zulässigen Gründe für die Speicherung Ihrer personenbezogenen Daten haben (z. B. steuer- oder handelsrechtliche Aufbewahrungsfristen); im letztgenannten Fall erfolgt die Löschung nach Fortfall dieser Gründe.

Allgemeine Hinweise zu den Rechtsgrundlagen der Datenverarbeitung auf dieser Website
Sofern Sie in die Datenverarbeitung eingewilligt haben, verarbeiten wir Ihre personenbezogenen Daten auf Grundlage von Art. 6 Abs. 1 lit. a DSGVO bzw. Art. 9 Abs. 2 lit. a DSGVO, sofern besondere Datenkategorien nach Art. 9 Abs. 1 DSGVO verarbeitet werden. Im Falle einer ausdrücklichen Einwilligung in die Übertragung personenbezogener Daten in Drittstaaten erfolgt die Datenverarbeitung außerdem auf Grundlage von Art. 49 Abs. 1 lit. a DSGVO. Sofern Sie in die Speicherung von Cookies oder in den Zugriff auf Informationen in Ihr Endgerät (z. B. via Device-Fingerprinting) eingewilligt haben, erfolgt die Datenverarbeitung zusätzlich auf Grundlage von § 25 Abs. 1 TDDDG. Die Einwilligung ist jederzeit widerrufbar. Sind Ihre Daten zur Vertragserfüllung oder zur Durchführung vorvertraglicher Maßnahmen erforderlich, verarbeiten wir Ihre Daten auf Grundlage des Art. 6 Abs. 1 lit. b DSGVO. Des Weiteren verarbeiten wir Ihre Daten, sofern diese zur Erfüllung einer rechtlichen Verpflichtung erforderlich sind auf Grundlage von Art. 6 Abs. 1 lit. c DSGVO. Die Datenverarbeitung kann ferner auf Grundlage unseres berechtigten Interesses nach Art. 6 Abs. 1 lit. f DSGVO erfolgen. Über die jeweils im Einzelfall einschlägigen Rechtsgrundlagen wird in den folgenden Absätzen dieser Datenschutzerklärung informiert.

Empfänger von personenbezogenen Daten
Im Rahmen unserer Geschäftstätigkeit arbeiten wir mit verschiedenen externen Stellen zusammen. Dabei ist teilweise auch eine Übermittlung von personenbezogenen Daten an diese externen Stellen erforderlich. Wir geben personenbezogene Daten nur dann an externe Stellen weiter, wenn dies im Rahmen einer Vertragserfüllung erforderlich ist, wenn wir gesetzlich hierzu verpflichtet sind (z. B. Weitergabe von Daten an Steuerbehörden), wenn wir ein berechtigtes Interesse nach Art. 6 Abs. 1 lit. f DSGVO an der Weitergabe haben oder wenn eine sonstige Rechtsgrundlage die Datenweitergabe erlaubt. Beim Einsatz von Auftragsverarbeitern geben wir personenbezogene Daten unserer Kunden nur auf Grundlage eines gültigen Vertrags über Auftragsverarbeitung weiter. Im Falle einer gemeinsamen Verarbeitung wird ein Vertrag über gemeinsame Verarbeitung geschlossen.
Widerruf Ihrer Einwilligung zur Datenverarbeitung
Viele Datenverarbeitungsvorgänge sind nur mit Ihrer ausdrücklichen Einwilligung möglich. Sie können eine bereits erteilte Einwilligung jederzeit widerrufen. Die Rechtmäßigkeit der bis zum Widerruf erfolgten Datenverarbeitung bleibt vom Widerruf unberührt.
Widerspruchsrecht gegen die Datenerhebung in besonderen Fällen sowie gegen Direktwerbung (Art. 21 DSGVO)
WENN DIE DATENVERARBEITUNG AUF GRUNDLAGE VON ART. 6 ABS. 1 LIT. E ODER F DSGVO ERFOLGT, HABEN SIE JEDERZEIT DAS RECHT, AUS GRÜNDEN, DIE SICH AUS IHRER BESONDEREN SITUATION ERGEBEN, GEGEN DIE VERARBEITUNG IHRER PERSONENBEZOGENEN DATEN WIDERSPRUCH EINZULEGEN; DIES GILT AUCH FÜR EIN AUF DIESE BESTIMMUNGEN GESTÜTZTES PROFILING. DIE JEWEILIGE RECHTSGRUNDLAGE, AUF DENEN EINE VERARBEITUNG BERUHT, ENTNEHMEN SIE DIESER DATENSCHUTZERKLÄRUNG. WENN SIE WIDERSPRUCH EINLEGEN, WERDEN WIR IHRE BETROFFENEN PERSONENBEZOGENEN DATEN NICHT MEHR VERARBEITEN, ES SEI DENN, WIR KÖNNEN ZWINGENDE SCHUTZWÜRDIGE GRÜNDE FÜR DIE VERARBEITUNG NACHWEISEN, DIE IHRE INTERESSEN, RECHTE UND FREIHEITEN ÜBERWIEGEN ODER DIE VERARBEITUNG DIENT DER GELTENDMACHUNG, AUSÜBUNG ODER VERTEIDIGUNG VON RECHTSANSPRÜCHEN (WIDERSPRUCH NACH ART. 21 ABS. 1 DSGVO).
WERDEN IHRE PERSONENBEZOGENEN DATEN VERARBEITET, UM DIREKTWERBUNG ZU BETREIBEN, SO HABEN SIE DAS RECHT, JEDERZEIT WIDERSPRUCH GEGEN DIE VERARBEITUNG SIE BETREFFENDER PERSONENBEZOGENER DATEN ZUM ZWECKE DERARTIGER WERBUNG EINZULEGEN; DIES GILT AUCH FÜR DAS PROFILING, SOWEIT ES MIT SOLCHER DIREKTWERBUNG IN VERBINDUNG STEHT. WENN SIE WIDERSPRECHEN, WERDEN IHRE PERSONENBEZOGENEN DATEN ANSCHLIESSEND NICHT MEHR ZUM ZWECKE DER DIREKTWERBUNG VERWENDET (WIDERSPRUCH NACH ART. 21 ABS. 2 DSGVO).
Beschwerderecht bei der zuständigen Aufsichtsbehörde
Im Falle von Verstößen gegen die DSGVO steht den Betroffenen ein Beschwerderecht bei einer Aufsichtsbehörde, insbesondere in dem Mitgliedstaat ihres gewöhnlichen Aufenthalts, ihres Arbeitsplatzes oder des Orts des mutmaßlichen Verstoßes zu. Das Beschwerderecht besteht unbeschadet anderweitiger verwaltungsrechtlicher oder gerichtlicher Rechtsbehelfe.
Recht auf Datenübertragbarkeit
Sie haben das Recht, Daten, die wir auf Grundlage Ihrer Einwilligung oder in Erfüllung eines Vertrags automatisiert verarbeiten, an sich oder an einen Dritten in einem gängigen, maschinenlesbaren Format aushändigen zu lassen. Sofern Sie die direkte Übertragung der Daten an einen anderen Verantwortlichen verlangen, erfolgt dies nur, soweit es technisch machbar ist.

Auskunft, Berichtigung und Löschung
Sie haben im Rahmen der geltenden gesetzlichen Bestimmungen jederzeit das Recht auf unentgeltliche Auskunft über Ihre gespeicherten personenbezogenen Daten, deren Herkunft und Empfänger und den Zweck der Datenverarbeitung und ggf. ein Recht auf Berichtigung oder Löschung dieser Daten. Hierzu sowie zu weiteren Fragen zum Thema personenbezogene Daten können Sie sich jederzeit an uns wenden.
Recht auf Einschränkung der Verarbeitung
Sie haben das Recht, die Einschränkung der Verarbeitung Ihrer personenbezogenen Daten zu verlangen. Hierzu können Sie sich jederzeit an uns wenden. Das Recht auf Einschränkung der Verarbeitung besteht in folgenden Fällen:
Wenn Sie die Richtigkeit Ihrer bei uns gespeicherten personenbezogenen Daten bestreiten, benötigen wir in der Regel Zeit, um dies zu überprüfen. Für die Dauer der Prüfung haben Sie das Recht, die Einschränkung der Verarbeitung Ihrer personenbezogenen Daten zu verlangen.
Wenn die Verarbeitung Ihrer personenbezogenen Daten unrechtmäßig geschah/geschieht, können Sie statt der Löschung die Einschränkung der Datenverarbeitung verlangen.
Wenn wir Ihre personenbezogenen Daten nicht mehr benötigen, Sie sie jedoch zur Ausübung, Verteidigung oder Geltendmachung von Rechtsansprüchen benötigen, haben Sie das Recht, statt der Löschung die Einschränkung der Verarbeitung Ihrer personenbezogenen Daten zu verlangen.
Wenn Sie einen Widerspruch nach Art. 21 Abs. 1 DSGVO eingelegt haben, muss eine Abwägung zwischen Ihren und unseren Interessen vorgenommen werden. Solange noch nicht feststeht, wessen Interessen überwiegen, haben Sie das Recht, die Einschränkung der Verarbeitung Ihrer personenbezogenen Daten zu verlangen.
Wenn Sie die Verarbeitung Ihrer personenbezogenen Daten eingeschränkt haben, dürfen diese Daten – von ihrer Speicherung abgesehen – nur mit Ihrer Einwilligung oder zur Geltendmachung, Ausübung oder Verteidigung von Rechtsansprüchen oder zum Schutz der Rechte einer anderen natürlichen oder juristischen Person oder aus Gründen eines wichtigen öffentlichen Interesses der Europäischen Union oder eines Mitgliedstaats verarbeitet werden.
SSL- bzw. TLS-Verschlüsselung
Diese Seite nutzt aus Sicherheitsgründen und zum Schutz der Übertragung vertraulicher Inhalte, wie zum Beispiel Bestellungen oder Anfragen, die Sie an uns als Seitenbetreiber senden, eine SSL- bzw. TLS- Verschlüsselung. Eine verschlüsselte Verbindung erkennen Sie daran, dass die Adresszeile des Browsers von „http://“ auf „https://“ wechselt und an dem Schloss-Symbol in Ihrer Browserzeile.
Wenn die SSL- bzw. TLS-Verschlüsselung aktiviert ist, können die Daten, die Sie an uns übermitteln, nicht von Dritten mitgelesen werden.
Widerspruch gegen Werbe-E-Mails
Der Nutzung von im Rahmen der Impressumspflicht veröffentlichten Kontaktdaten zur Übersendung von nicht ausdrücklich angeforderter Werbung und Informationsmaterialien wird hiermit widersprochen. Die Betreiber der Seiten behalten sich ausdrücklich rechtliche Schritte im Falle der unverlangten Zusendung von Werbeinformationen, etwa durch Spam-E-Mails, vor.

Datenerfassung auf dieser Website

Anfrage per E-Mail, Telefon oder TelefaxWenn Sie uns per E-Mail, Telefon oder Telefax kontaktieren, wird Ihre Anfrage inklusive aller daraus hervorgehenden personenbezogenen Daten (Name, Anfrage) zum Zwecke der Bearbeitung Ihres Anliegens bei uns gespeichert und verarbeitet. Diese Daten geben wir nicht ohne Ihre Einwilligung weiter.
Die Verarbeitung dieser Daten erfolgt auf Grundlage von Art. 6 Abs. 1 lit. b DSGVO, sofern Ihre Anfrage mit der Erfüllung eines Vertrags zusammenhängt oder zur Durchführung vorvertraglicher Maßnahmen erforderlich ist. In allen übrigen Fällen beruht die Verarbeitung auf unserem berechtigten Interesse an der effektiven Bearbeitung der an uns gerichteten Anfragen (Art. 6 Abs. 1 lit. f DSGVO) oder auf Ihrer Einwilligung (Art. 6 Abs. 1 lit. a DSGVO) sofern diese abgefragt wurde; die Einwilligung ist jederzeit widerrufbar.
Die von Ihnen an uns per Kontaktanfragen übersandten Daten verbleiben bei uns, bis Sie uns zur Löschung auffordern, Ihre Einwilligung zur Speicherung widerrufen oder der Zweck für die Datenspeicherung entfällt (z. B. nach abgeschlossener Bearbeitung Ihres Anliegens). Zwingende gesetzliche Bestimmungen – insbesondere gesetzliche Aufbewahrungsfristen – bleiben unberührt.

Newsletter

Newsletterdaten
Wenn Sie den auf der Website angebotenen Newsletter beziehen möchten, benötigen wir von Ihnen eine E- Mail-Adresse sowie Informationen, welche uns die Überprüfung gestatten, dass Sie der Inhaber der angegebenen E-Mail-Adresse sind und mit dem Empfang des Newsletters einverstanden sind. Weitere Daten werden nicht bzw. nur auf freiwilliger Basis erhoben. Diese Daten verwenden wir ausschließlich für den Versand der angeforderten Informationen und geben diese nicht an Dritte weiter.
Die Verarbeitung der in das Newsletteranmeldeformular eingegebenen Daten erfolgt ausschließlich auf Grundlage Ihrer Einwilligung (Art. 6 Abs. 1 lit. a DSGVO). Die erteilte Einwilligung zur Speicherung der Daten, der E-Mail-Adresse sowie deren Nutzung zum Versand des Newsletters können Sie jederzeit widerrufen, etwa über den „Austragen“-Link im Newsletter. Die Rechtmäßigkeit der bereits erfolgten Datenverarbeitungsvorgänge bleibt vom Widerruf unberührt.
Die von Ihnen zum Zwecke des Newsletter-Bezugs bei uns hinterlegten Daten werden von uns bis zu Ihrer Austragung aus dem Newsletter bei uns bzw. dem Newsletterdiensteanbieter gespeichert und nach der Abbestellung des Newsletters oder nach Zweckfortfall aus der Newsletterverteilerliste gelöscht. Wir behalten uns vor, E-Mail-Adressen aus unserem Newsletterverteiler nach eigenem Ermessen im Rahmen unseres berechtigten Interesses nach Art. 6 Abs. 1 lit. f DSGVO zu löschen oder zu sperren.
Daten, die zu anderen Zwecken bei uns gespeichert wurden, bleiben hiervon unberührt.
Nach Ihrer Austragung aus der Newsletterverteilerliste wird Ihre E-Mail-Adresse bei uns bzw. dem Newsletterdiensteanbieter ggf. in einer Blacklist gespeichert, sofern dies zur Verhinderung künftiger Mailings erforderlich ist. Die Daten aus der Blacklist werden nur für diesen Zweck verwendet und nicht mit anderen Daten zusammengeführt. Dies dient sowohl Ihrem Interesse als auch unserem Interesse an der Einhaltung der gesetzlichen Vorgaben beim Versand von Newslettern (berechtigtes Interesse im Sinne des Art. 6 Abs. 1 lit. f DSGVO). Die Speicherung in der Blacklist ist zeitlich nicht befristet. Sie können der Speicherung widersprechen, sofern Ihre Interessen unser berechtigtes Interesse überwiegen.
Quelle:
https://www.e-recht24.de

Einsatz von MailerLite
Einwilligung Newsletter: Mit dem Newsletter informieren wir einmal im Monat über unsere kreative Arbeit. Um unseren Newsletter empfangen zu können, benötigen Sie eine gültige E-Mailadresse. Die von Ihnen eingetragene E-Mail-Adresse werden wir dahingehend überprüfen, ob Sie tatsächlich der Inhaber der angegebenen E-Mail-Adresse sind bzw. deren Inhaber den Empfang des Newsletters autorisiert hat. Mit Ihrer Anmeldung zu unserem Newsletter werden wir Ihre IP-Adresse und das Datum sowie die Uhrzeit Ihrer Anmeldung speichern. Dies dient in dem Fall, dass ein Dritter Ihre E-Mail-Adresse missbraucht und ohne Ihr Wissen unseren Newsletter abonniert, als Absicherung unsererseits.
Ein Abgleich der so erhobenen Daten mit Daten, die möglicherweise durch andere Komponenten unserer Seite erhoben werden, erfolgt ebenfalls nicht.Newsletter per MailerLite
Wir verwenden zum Versand unserer Newsletter die Komponente MailerLite.MailerLite Limited,ist ein in Irland registriertes Unternehmen: 88 Harcourt Street, Dublin 2, D02 DK18, Ireland, für Künden in Europa, UK oder der Schweiz.
(b) MailerLite, Inc., a Delaware corporation at 548 Market St, PMB 98174, San Francisco, CA 94104-5401, United States, if the Customer's billing address on the applicable Order Form is located anywhere else in the world.
Ihre bei der Newsletter Anmeldung gespeicherten Daten (E-Mail Adresse, ggf. Name, IP-Adresse, Datum sowie die Uhrzeit Ihrer Anmeldung werden an einen Server der Firma MailerLite UAB in Litauen übertragen und dort unter Beachtung der europäischen Datenschutzbestimmungen gespeichert.Weitere Informationen zum Datenschutz bei MailerLite UAB finden Sie unter: https://www.mailerlite.com/privacy-policyDas Abonnement dieses Newsletters und damit die Einwilligung in die Speicherung Ihrer Daten können Sie jederzeit für die Zukunft kündigen bzw. widerrufen. Einzelheiten hierzu können Sie der Bestätigungsmail sowie jedem einzelnen Newsletter entnehmen.