Moonlight Adventures

Nadine & Paul

Chapter 1

Although it was shortly before midnight, the thermometer still showed 75 degrees. But this was far from the actual reason why Nadine could not fall asleep. She tossed the bed cover aside and looked through the open window at the real cause of her insomnia—the moon in the night sky, shining large and bright.

It was almost full.

Almost full moon.

Tomorrow night it would be that time again.

Some believed that there was an evil curse on Nadine, and there are those who thought she was afraid of werewolves and other demons, those whose appearance is attributed to the full moon, but no, none of this was what kept Nadine awake. It was much more a pleasant anticipation of what would happen the next night. What had been happening for over a year, in fact, on each full moon night.

Everything started on a happy evening. Nadine was partying with her girlfriends and having a great time. It was a bachelorette party, so together they hopped from bar to bar. The highlight of the night was the trip to the nightclub with male go-go dancers.

As happy as Nadine felt for her friend, the sight of the hot and almost naked men made her realize how much time had passed since her last night with a man. Her looks were not the issue, for sure. Nadine was in her late twenties and had a slim, athletic body. A shapely rear and medium-sized breasts gave her the feminine curves every man liked to look at. But apparently, that was exactly the issue. Her beauty caused men to keep their distance; they were reluctant to talk to her. Her job was another factor. It consumed a lot of her time, and the fact that she was very sovereign and successful made her seem very aloof.

As she arrived home that evening, tipsy and slightly melancholic, she sat down in front of her computer. With no real intentions, she browsed through the depths of the Internet until she ended up in a chat room for singles. It didn’t take long until she found someone to chat with, and thanks to the anonymity and the alcohol in her system, she unloaded on him.

Her conversation partner turned out to be an excellent listener. Only at dawn, Nadine realized how long they had been chatting. Even though she knew it was irresponsible, she gave him her phone number before she went offline and crawled into her bed.

During the following weeks, she texted him, and they met up in the chat room. He was always ready to listen to her, no matter whether it was about daily problems or intimate thoughts. At some point, she mustered all her courage and dialed his number instead of sending him a text. She felt her knees get weak the moment she heard his voice for the first time. It sounded deep and manly, but at the same time very warm. Even a simple “hello” gave Nadine a feeling of safety.

It happened the way it had to, and the two met for dinner. Paul, her faithful conversation partner, finally got a face. With a charming smile, he sat across from her in the restaurant; she couldn’t take her eyes off his great body and ice-blue eyes. He brought her home, dropped her off in front of the door, and kissed her in the light of the full moon. There was no turning back for her. Every single cell in her body craved unrestrained sex with this man, but Paul didn’t enter her apartment that evening.

“You have to learn to enjoy the anticipation,” he said, and they kissed once more time.

Then Nadine finally got what she wanted, also during a full moon, by pure coincidence. Both of them enjoyed the liaison; it was without obligations and with occasional meetings. Between the moon phases, she wrote messages or called him on his phone. She told him her fantasies, and he listened attentively. She had never opened herself up to a man that much before. He thanked her for her trust by making her wishes come true.

Paul started to tie Nadine up, and while she was unable to move, he spoiled her according to all the rules of the art. First, it was only in a hotel room, later outdoors, in nature. Each time she submitted to him a little more. Each time he expanded the boundaries a bit further. Each time she came slightly closer to her goal—she wanted to break out of her life and hand the control to someone else.

With butterflies in her stomach, Nadine recalled the past months. The fantastic meetings and numerous surprises with which Paul made her fantasies reality. It took forever for the tiredness to finally overpower her, and she, at last, fell asleep.

When Nadine awoke the next morning, she had hardly slept, but the anticipation of the evening wiped all the residual fatigue aside. She stood up and got ready for work. As she sat on the subway, her phone vibrated to let her know a message had arrived.

I will pick you up at 8. Put on the black dress and think of something matching for your lower regions.

As of that moment, there was no turning back anymore. All Nadine’s thoughts circled the forthcoming meeting. The entire day went by in a blur for her. The intern could act as bitchy as she wanted, and the colleague in the neighboring office could tell as many discriminatory jokes about women as he liked. Nothing fazed Nadine today; she couldn’t wait to finish work.

When she arrived home, she quickly jumped in the shower and took care of the annoying stubbles from her neck down. With only a towel wrapped around herself, she went into the bedroom. The dress he’d mentioned was quickly found, but what did he mean by the right thing for underneath?

She knew he loved it when she wore a short dress and nothing underneath. So did he mean bare skin? She also thought of the small butt plug with the ornate base he loved on, or rather in, her. Or was he thinking of the clip with the bells for her clit? Nadine stood in her room, clueless. There wasn’t much time left for her to reach a decision.

Chapter 2

After a brief moment of pondering, Nadine decided upon on the butt plug. She could feel a tingling sensation in her stomach when she took the small toy and a little lubricant from the night table. The feeling of the cold steel plug in her hand made her tremble for a short moment, and the idea of where this beautiful sex toy would disappear in a few seconds caused the tingling in her belly to wander a little lower.

Nadine put the towel aside, crouched down and opened her legs. First, she distributed some lubricant on the plug and then prepared her anus with a lubricated finger, gently massaging the narrow opening before she let the finger slowly penetrate her asshole. She took roughly a minute to prepare herself for what came next. She then put the tip of the plug against her sphincter and pressed it slowly. When the thickest point passed, the last few inches practically slipped inside by themselves, causing Nadine to moan loudly. It cost her a lot of self-control to not take care of it herself right there and then.

Instead, she quickly went into the bathroom to wash the lubricant residue off her hands. Then she went back into the bedroom, where she put on a black g-string and the desired dress. To top it off she decided to wear a pair of black pumps. She checked herself in the mirror.

Not a second too early the doorbell rang. Nadine excitedly rushed to open the door and let Paul into the house. Since she lived on the third floor, she had a couple of seconds to take a deep breath before Paul arrived at her apartment door.

“You look lovely,” he said as he walked up the stairs and saw her in the door frame. His eyes, which fascinated her ever since their first meeting, showed that he meant every word he said.

“I missed you,” she replied as he stood in front of her, and just a moment later their lips met for a passionate kiss.

As they separated, he asked, “Are you ready?”

“More than ready,” she answered, and although she trusted him more than anyone, she knew that he would have something in store for her she wasn’t quite ready for yet. But Nadine was willing to join Paul’s game because trusted him. He would ensure that nothing would happen that she didn’t want.

“Then let us begin,” he said with a charming smile. He conjured up a thin leather necklace from his pocket. Nadine didn’t even think of refusing. Instead, she lifted up her head so that Paul could put his souvenir on her.

It lay softly around her neck, and Paul was satisfied with it; Nadine quickly went back into her apartment to get her keys. She wouldn’t need more than that for the rest of the evening. She glanced in the mirror. The neck band was fragile, and there was a small ring in the middle of it. It felt unusual, but she liked it.

Yvonne & Jack

Chapter 1

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Wagner?” the brunette secretary wanted to know when she stuck her head into her boss’s office shortly after 6 p.m.

“No, thank you,” the man in his mid-thirties replied. “Have a lovely evening.”

She gave him one last smile and disappeared. The fact that his secretary often overstayed, surpassing the other employees’ work ethic by far, usually pleased the young entrepreneur. But on that day, he preferred to stay late at the office by himself.

After waiting a few more minutes and ensuring that nobody else was there, Jack Wagner opened the Internet browser and typed in the address to the porn chat he had visited quite frequently over the last few weeks. What had begun as an amusing experiment had now become a serious matter for Jack.

He had always hoped to find a dominant woman who would give him exactly what he needed, but in vain. And although he was almost certain that most of the women in the chatrooms were men in real life who jerked off during the indecent talks, he gave it a try.

He created a detailed profile and started to take part in noncommittal conversations. His calm and prudent manner clearly distinguished him from his fellow users. They, no matter whether submissive or dominant, usually just wanted things to go their way. After a while, a dominant woman began to notice him. She described herself as dominant-sadistic and also claimed to be looking for someone.

Jack became a little more personal after some small talk; he wanted to know more and asked the dominatrix for a photo. A few minutes later, he received it by e-mail. He was disappointed that the face was cut off, but he was very pleased with the slim, sporty body dressed in black leatherwear.

Jack took a selfie without showing his face, as well. His new acquaintance was very pleased with his appearance, and yet she made one criticism. “As a slave, you should kneel in the picture—and if you have the courage, in just your underpants.” Jack stared at the screen, reading the message over and over again for a long while. Then he took a second picture. In a submissive pose, in only his underpants.

That was the beginning of a platonic relationship, in which both virtually played out their passion. They chatted almost every day. Over and over again, Jack received orders and sent back a photo as evidence that he had obeyed.

The orders ranged from spanking his butt for arriving late to the chat, dripping candle wax over his nipples, and attaching pegs to his tongue. He never showed his face or his genital area. A reddened butt caused by a wooden ruler was the most intimate photo he ever sent.

His online mistress also declined to send more revealing photos of herself. The only detail they exchanged were their zip codes, which let them know that they lived close to each other. So, it was not surprising that they decided to meet in real life.

“Then I can finally spank you for real,” she wrote jokingly, but the thought alone was enough to make Jack’s excitement skyrocket.

He wanted to meet her as soon as possible, but his online mistress let him dangle for a week. Every day, Jack had to write a long e-mail, explaining why he deserved to meet her and vowing to be a good slave, following all her orders. He was also forbidden to satisfy himself. Of course, with every passing day, it was harder for Jack to write a proper message since he could barely focus.

On the evening of their meeting, she ordered him not write an e-mail but instead to wait for a message in which she would notify him of the time and place. As soon as he opened his profile, he saw the new message. In half an hour, he was to be expected at the edge of town, near an abandoned suburban commuter station. Below that was a phone number with the command to call as soon as he got there. The message ended with this: “For you and your butt’s sake, I hope you remembered to shave.”

Of course, Jack had remembered. During the morning hours, it had been tough to control himself. After an entire week of abstinence, his dick was pointing straight up, desperate for attention.

He quickly turned off his computer, took his briefcase, and went to his car to drive to the suggested meeting point. The farther he drove toward the edge of the city, the lighter the traffic became. He was alone on the street, which lacked streetlights but was brightly illuminated by the full moon. Jack was sure that no matter how dark it might be at the suburban train station, he would finally meet his online mistress.

He just didn’t know that he had known her for a long while already.

Chapter 2

After Jack had parked his car in a nearby parking lot, he took his phone out of his pants pocket and typed the given number. Overly nervous, he circled his thumb over the call button.

He felt like a teenager calling his crush for the first time. He took another deep breath before finally tapping the dial button. Every ring was ear-piercing.

“Hello, slave,” a woman answered with a very familiar and yet commanding voice.

“Hello,” Jack replied timidly. “I’m here.”

“I know,” she laughed. She must have been watching him. “How about you get out of your car?”

“Okay.” With only his phone in his hand and his car key in his pants pocket, Jack stepped out of the car.

“That’s a good boy, my little slave,” he heard his mistress say. “I think you should get a bit more comfortable and take off your suit.”

“Are you serious?” Jack asked. How could she expect him to undress in public?

“Of course, silly. Do you think I’d summon you here if I didn’t want to play with you?” She seemed very amused by his hesitation. “I think we both know that this game will end soon if you’re not willing to play by my rules.”

Jack swallowed. She knew that he wanted nothing more than to be dominated by her—and apparently, she knew what she was doing.

Her voice pierced through his various thoughts. “If you want, I’ll give you a safe word. Then you can stop at any time if it gets too hot for you.”

“O-o-okay,” Jack stammered. “What is the safe word?”

“Pansy.”

This was more than enough reason for him to finally jump into this adventure. He placed his phone on the car roof and began to undress. Before he knew it, he stood there in only his briefs and socks. He took the phone again.

“Happy?” he wanted to know.

“Well, almost,” the other side replied. “You can keep your underpants on for now, but the socks are an eyesore. I think it’s better if a man doesn’t wear any while he’s at it.”

The last sentence sent hot and cold shivers up and down Jack’s spine. A second later, he stood there next to his car in only his underwear.

“Now, how may I please you?” he asked in a playfully humble voice.

“My, my, this attitude is a lot better,” his mistress laughed and directed him to a bush. In there was a pair of handcuffs. “Take them with you and go back to your car.”

The cold metal in his hand sent his anticipation skyrocketing.

“Now you’re going to take your car key and put your phone into the car. Then you’re going to lock it. You can put the key on the roof before handcuffing yourself behind your back.”

Even if he’d already imagined something like that happening, the spoken command had way more impact on him than his imagination alone. For a moment, he thought of just giving up and not risking it. On the other hand, he had waited too long for this opportunity. He would surrender himself to her—no ifs, no buts.

Jack turned off his phone and tossed it into his car. A quick twist of the key and the central locking system closed all doors and the trunk. Jack put the car key on the roof of his vehicle just as ordered and placed his hands behind his back.

The feeling of the handcuffs when he’d picked them up for the first time was nothing compared to the sensations he felt as the cold metal closed around his left wrist. The right wrist followed, leaving Jack entirely at her mercy. Then he waited.

Every second felt like an eternity, and the nervousness drove Jack almost crazy. Why wasn’t she coming? Over and over again, the young entrepreneur turned around to look into all directions, but he was alone. Not a soul could be seen. Was he the victim of a prank? Desperately, Jack tried to free his hands, but he realized that the cuffs were soundly latched. Whoever was playing those evil tricks on him was still in control.

Just when he was beginning to think about running off and searching for help, a person approached him from behind. He wanted to turn around, but two hands grabbed his upper arms, stopping him.

“Hey, calm down, my little slave.” He heard the familiar voice right next to him. “You didn’t think I’d just leave you here half-naked and handcuffed, did you? Even if it sounds like fun, trust me, I have some other ideas in mind about what I’d like to do with you.”

Annika & Ben

Chapter 1

A week and a half had passed since the great quarrel between Ben and Annika. As was so often the case, the cause had been something irrelevant that neither of them remembered anymore. At the same time, stress on the job had been hitting Ben pretty hard—a major project wasn’t going as planned. In the end, their mutual accusations hung in the air; they blamed each other for the fact that things weren’t going as they liked in the bedroom anymore.

It took a couple of slammed doors and some time to cool down before the two were able to speak calmly with each other again. Although they had no interest in revisiting the original reason for their fight, their reconciliation talk was about the intimate, interpersonal details that they had forgotten.

“Just tell me what you want!” Annika demanded. Ben still made no attempts to leave his comfort zone. “Be a man and stick to it.”

“I want to do more exciting things and try out new things,” he replied, “or just a simple blowjob. Without any special occasion.”

Annika then looked at him with a grin on her face and asked him if he was ready to play along with her rules. Sure he was! Just the mere idea of Annika, who had been his girlfriend for almost one and a half years, taking over full control, was something that made his arousal quite visible in his pants.

“Not so fast, big boy,” she rejected him just as he wanted to pounce on her. “My rules stipulate that you need to show me how well you can behave before I give you such a reward. I expect ten days of good behavior, and if you comply, I promise you an evening you won’t ever forget.”

Ben didn’t have any other choice but to obey, despite the fact that he was incredibly excited; their last activities in bed had been a few weeks before. With a silent nod, he agreed to her wishes and was rewarded with a kiss.

“Can you prepare us a bath?” she asked with an innocent smile, and Ben was happy to do so.

At that time, he had no idea that Annika’s plan was to keep him continually excited. When they were in the tub together, she let her foot brush against his crotch more than once—accidentally, of course. She also didn’t let the chance pass to get out of the tub a few minutes before him; she smoothed lotion all over her body after drying herself off.

She paid close attention to putting her foot onto the rim of the tub or to bending over in front of him to give him some intimate views of her private parts. As Ben started to stroke himself absentmindedly, Annika told him to stop that. She quickly dove her hand into the water and wrapped her fingers around his sack.

“I want you to be a good boy and save yourself for me, okay?”

“Okay,” he answered, subdued.

He’d have never guessed how difficult his girlfriend was going to make it for him during the next days. Over and over again, she granted him clear views of her naked body before or after showering, knowing very well that her feminine curves caused his pants to get a tad tighter. The following weekend she made breakfast dressed only in a tiny thong; she let her bare breasts bounce up and down in front of his longing eyes while she made some fresh orange juice.

Finally, the ten days during which Annika had kept him on the short leash passed, and Ben couldn’t wait to get home after another week full of annoying meetings and stressful projects. In his current state, his control over his nerves was on very thin ice, and he couldn’t wait to claim his reward.

As he arrived at the apartment, he saw a note. Written on it were instructions for him to get naked and go to the bathroom. As he arrived there, he found another note telling him to take a shower and shave his intimate regions.

Without thinking much about it, Ben followed the instructions, and after a few contortions, he managed to make his crotch completely hair-free. It was by far not his first intimate shave, but he still enjoyed the optical illusion of his member gaining in size. His dick bounced up and down in excitement as he dried himself off and stepped out of the bathroom.

At the same spot at which he had found the first instructions, he was now faced with a black cloth as well as a note with the request to blindfold himself and wait. Now Ben knew that Annika had been in the apartment the whole time and was waiting for him. He quickly covered his eyes, and shortly afterward, he could feel her breath on his back.

“Are you ready for a night you will never forget, slave?” she wanted to know.

“Yes,” said Ben nervously and added a “mistress” after a smack on his butt.

Annika led her boyfriend into the bedroom, where she ordered him to get on the bed; she tied him up with his arms and legs spread wide apart. As soon as she was done with that, her lips started to explore. She covered his muscular body with countless kisses and lowered herself closer and closer to his straight-up love shaft.

Annika’s tongue brushed cheekily along the hairless pubic area, around the base of his penis and along his testicles, which caused Ben to wheeze. After the tip of her tongue once again brushed against the bottom of his penis, across the foreskin and the tip of his penis, she let her body slide slightly upwards, and she undid his blindfold.

It took a moment before Ben’s eyes adjusted somewhat to the dim light of candles, which had practically flooded the bedroom floor. His eyes first met Annika, who was wearing nothing but black lingerie and knelt above him. For a few moments, Ben was hypnotized by the sight until he caught a movement in the corner of his eye.

They were not alone.

Chapter 2

Ben turned his head and spotted Maren, Annika’s best friend, stepping out from the shadows, grinning at him.

“Hello, Ben,” she said. “Nice to see you.”

As she spoke to him, she made no effort to stop her gaze roaming indecently over his body. Ben, still speechless, stared at the unexpected visitor. Red lingerie with black lace covered Maren’s lush curves, which Ben had fantasized about more than once.

“It seems like you’ve enjoyed the game so far,” she said.

“What? Why?” stammered Ben, who still couldn’t properly sort out his thoughts.

“Oh, Benny,” laughed Maren. “It’s not that difficult. Who do you think the sweet Annika went to whenever you two had a fight, hmm?” As she spoke, she walked towards the bed and knelt down between Ben’s legs, directly behind Annika, who was still in the same position above her boyfriend. “And the last time you fought, she, of course, came to me again. A hot cup of tea and an open ear helped to calm her down.” Maren wrapped her arms around Annika’s upper body and started to stroke her breasts through the thin fabric. “Now and then it also has to be a little bit more than that, so that our cute Annika feels desired again. Especially after her boyfriend complained about their sex life.”

Ben shifted his gaze between Annika and Maren. While his girlfriend avoided his eyes and her cheeks reddened, Maren still grinned widely at him. He had no reason to doubt the truth of that statement. He spontaneously thought about how Annika had told him that during her college years she had shared a flat with Maren and apparently had experienced a bit more. The young man also realized that one and a half weeks before, it was surely not the first time that Annika had looked for physical affections from her girlfriend after an argument. But instead of feeling jealous, he grew curious.

“You see, I told you it would get him excited. Men are such simple creatures,” Maren said to Annika as she looked at Ben’s dick, which had woken up between the two women after shrinking from the initial shock. “And I’m sure he is hoping for his reward, but a reward still has to be earned.”

Ben looked questioningly at her. Did he have a chance of a wild threesome now or not? Maren rolled her eyes at Ben’s horny expression.

“Men.”

“Then just tell me how I should earn my reward,” said Ben, who was disliking the long discussion due to lack of blood in his head.

“Easy,” said Maren. “Your great desire that you have expressed to Annika was something along the lines of more excitement and a blowjob—just out of the blue.” Ben nodded cautiously. “But a relationship is taking and giving, so how about some licking before you demand a blowjob?”

Ben looked over to Annika, who stayed out of the conversation entirely. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open. She was obviously enjoying the caressing of her breasts; she looked as if she were in a trance.

“You are right,” Ben admitted, defeated.

Maren just answered, “I know.” She then grinned, and Ben bent down towards Annika. “I believe it is time for you to let your boyfriend help you relax.”

Annika opened her eyes and looked at Ben. He could see in her eyes that she was highly aroused. Directed by Maren, Annika turned around and slid up her bed, to place her butt onto Ben’s face. His nose slid between her ass cheeks, and her slit hovered only a few millimeters above his mouth.

“Go on, Romeo,” Maren commanded him and flicked his testicles to make her point clear.

This contact electrified Ben; it has had been a long time since he had been intimate with a woman other than Annika, even if just for a split second. Determined, he let his tongue slide along her slit and was surprised about the high amount of moisture he encountered. This whole scene seemed to turn her on quite a lot. He thrust his tongue into her love tunnel as deep as he could a few times before he started to tease her throbbing clit.

Suddenly Ben felt a quick, hot pain on his left knee. It took two more drops before he realized that it was probably hot wax. Apparently, Maren had found a way to pass her time. She dropped it slowly up his leg, clearly enjoying herself, past his crotch and over his belly up to his nipples.

In the meantime, Annika started rocking her pelvis back and forth to deny his tongue access to her clitoris from time to time to delay her climax. After some time, the room was filled with quiet moans as her arousal continued to rise.

Maren was, in the meantime, already on her way back, but this time down his right leg. As she arrived at his knee, the wax drops stopped for a short while. But only a few seconds later, Ben gasped as he felt hot wax hitting his defenseless sack. While he heated up Annika, Maren did the same to him.

He stretched his tongue as far as he could out of his mouth to look for Annika’s lust center. She then moaned, pressed her sex against his lips, and just a few seconds later it was time. Her pent-up lust caused her to unload into an ultimate climax. Exhausted, Annika fell on her side, revealing Ben’s love juice-covered face.

“Not bad!” Maren acknowledged and put the long candle, with which she’d abused Ben, back in its spot.

Maren used the time Annika needed to catch her breath to scrape the cooled waxed off Ben’s legs, belly, and chest. His testicles, on the other hand, she grabbed with her right hand and started to massage them with ever stronger pressure until the wax also came off those. Ben pulled on his shackles until she was satisfied with the result and backed off.

In the meantime, Annika had caught her breath and was fully there again.

“Now, let’s get to your reward, Ben,” Maren said. “Do you want the blowjob from Annika or me?”

Ben was torn. He had not expected that he would have the free choice. Of course, Annika was his girlfriend, but it was perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime chance with Maren. But then Annika would certainly be upset. Or was she happy about handing over the task?

“Um … Um… ” was all Ben could say.

Annika laughed, and Maren couldn’t keep a straight face anymore.

“You can’t just ask him such a trick question,” said Annika. “And we wanted to resolve something ultimately.”

Ben was relieved at first but then shifted his gaze curiously between the two women.

“And our bet remains?” Maren wanted to know.

“Yes, everything as discussed,” replied Annika.

“Since I somehow feel I am part of this bet, I’d like to know what this is all about,” Ben complained. It was way too much talking for him at this point, considering his arousal level.

“Easy,” said Maren. “We want to know which of the two of us is better at giving head. And to be honest, since you already complained about it a few weeks ago, I think I’m way ahead.”

“In your dreams,” Annika made clear.

“And what are the stakes?” Ben wanted to know, although he could hardly wait to be a guinea pig, regardless of the result.

“The loser must serve the winner for the rest of the night,” Annika explained.

“Just like you,” added Maren.

“So I am also a wager,” Ben complained. “Then I also want to be in the game.”

Maren laughed. “Admittedly, you don’t look too unathletic, but that would surely be a performance.”

“No, I don’t want to blow myself, but if both of you don’t manage to make me cum within a specified period, both of you will be my slaves for the rest of the night.”

For a short moment, Annika and Maren discussed his proposal by themselves and then finally agreed to it.

“Well, it will happen as follows,” began Annika. “We switch every thirty seconds. The one who makes you cum is the winner. If you, however, manage to hold back for ten minutes without orgasm, you will be the winner.”

Ben’s attempts to shorten the timeframe failed, so he finally agreed to the proposal. With a game of rock-paper-scissors, Annika and Maren decided the latter would go first.