I confess I found a friend's sex toy stash. We keep an eye on each other's places. I had found one or two before hidden by her bed and this time they were missing but there was a big box on her and her boyfriend's shared dresser. Looking inside I see SO much kinky shit. Bondage ropes and chains and soft cuffs, anal beads, clit massagers, and at least three dildos. I don't know if she always owned these and just organized them together or if she's got a crazy libido lately and has been trying out sex toys. Either way, the mental image of my friend getting bound and stuffed with all those toys is going to be featuring very prominently in my mind for the next week I'm sure.

When I first met my wife and we were dating she would do some modeling. She did nude modeling not necessarily porn, but nude sexy modeling. She works with a photographer for a few times who would do bondage. He would tie her up naked in a bunch of different positions using those Japanese ropes. She's always had a great body and made really good money when we were first starting out dating. I went to a lot of these shoots.
The second time she worked with this one particular photographer once they got started, she'd be bound up tied into positions and he'd take photos. Then untie and move to another position and different ropes. Nothing super restrictive just more sexy than anything else.  After a few weeks or months with these photographers they'd send a copy of the photos digitally.  I just found out 10 years later, looking through a DVD of some old photos, that I never went through, that I could see her pussy getting super wet in one of the series. I have a photo of him zooming in on it, as it dripped to her thigh. Then he obviously said something because the next few pics, she's laughing. Then kneeling, then he's resting his cock, pulled from is jeans on her face. The next photo is her bent over the bed, soaked, he's close, hard AF, and the final pic she's reaching back between her legs aiming him in. Time stamps show 11 minutes later and she's tied up on the bed posing again, but her pussy is a wreck. She's obviously been fucked. Apparently right after sucking him. 
I was literally in the next room. She never told me and we have a great marriage. No cheating or any real issues at all. Until I discovered this. Do I tell her? Do I leave her? She sucked a dick and got fucked, with me 50 feet away, but we were only dating not married yet.
What do I do? I've attached a photo but removed her face.

Deep in the desolate outskirts of rural Illinois, far from any prying eyes or passing patrols, Detective Riley Harper stands on the cold, cracked concrete of an abandoned grain silo, truly in the middle of nowhere.

Her body ached with fresh bruises blooming across her ribs, face, and arms from the initial ambush and rough transport. Rope bound her wrists tightly behind her back, ankles lashed together, rendering her utterly helpless.

The Chicago Outfit's thugs, six hardened men with scarred knuckles and emotionless stares, formed a loose circle around her under the harsh glow of a dangling work light. No warehouse luxury here; just endless fields of dead corn stalks whispering in the wind outside, miles from help.

"You thought you were smarter than us, didn't ya, detective?" the leader sneered, cracking his knuckles.

Her arrogance in busting their protected gambling ring, ignoring the captain's warning, had led her here, isolated, bruised, surrounded, and at their mercy. As fists rose again, she knew rescue wasn't coming. This was retribution, pure and final.

I'm a dumb lesbian who fantasizes every day about being bound and gagged and fucked by men. I want my squeals to be muffled by my own panties, stuffed in my mouth and sealed with a roll of duct tape, as I moan and squirm against the ropes. I want to whimper and blush at how soaked and sensitive my little pussy is as I gaze pleadingly at the line of men waiting to take my gold star.

I'm a young kinky male switch, living up in Northeast Wyoming after moving from Florida a little while ago. Before the move, I had been meeting with someone on a regular basis, and I was heavily exploring (and heavily enjoying) my submissive interests. At first, I was being pushed to improve myself. Unfortunately, that pushing started to go further, beginning with simple encouragement to try something I didn't really want to try, eventually reaching the point that it was leaps and bounds beyond anything we discussed for even CNC. I have always had, and always will have, one line that cannot be crossed, which is that I won't do anything which carries a significant risk of being arrested. Well, that line got crossed pretty hard at the beach one day. We would go to the beach with a couple of other kink friends each weekend. One submissive would be chosen as the group slave for the day, while the other submissives and switches relaxed with everyone else. This entailed the usual getting food, drinks, and keeping everyone happy, though it also often meant being humiliated in public, in a variety of ways. Once the beach started clearing off, the tradition was to send the slave into the water, or under a pier, with someone (usually a dominant or switch, but not always) to accompany them. The other person would humiliate the slave out there, sometimes even make them strip and go towards other swimmers (but keeping everything hidden under the water). One day, it was my turn. The beach stayed crowed later than normal, but we were almost ready to go. I was sent out, along with the person I was seeing, and the usual humiliation took place. I knew it was about to get worse, though, from a look in their eyes. Well, rather than being told to take the suit off, I had it ripped off. I then watched while they got out of the water, still carrying my suit, and sat back down with everyone. At that point, it was terrible and humiliating, and I loved it. They sent a bunch of people I had never seen before to where I was,, with instructions that I let them enjoy me. That was something new to me, but nobody ever asked if it was okay. Fortunately, I absolutely loved it, it is easily in the top 5 things I want to do again, more on that later. Things went bad pretty quick, starting just before that group left. All but 1 got out,, and that 1 made me get out and go under the pier. I was in plain view for just a second, and I was still super turned on by the group that I went, even though I wasn't okay with it. My group brought some rope and a blindfold, bound me to a post so I couldn't move, and blindfolded me so I couldn't see. I tried to make it stop, using safe words and signs from both private play and group play, so they gagged me with a wire gag. I was fucked through the gag and in the ass, with everything imaginable from cocks to strapons and other toys to (I think) food. There were both guys and girls there, but I didn't recognize all the voices. I lost count of how many loads I received, but my face was covered so much globs began falling onto my chest, and filled my ass until it was dripping down my leg. The blindfold was taken off and I was untied from the post, once everyone but my group left. My hands were immediately tied behind my back, leaving me covered in cum with no way to wipe it off. I saw someone grab my suit, figuring they would bring it to me, since people were still on the beach. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. Instead, they showed it to me, then took it home. I can't get mad at him though, he was told he could take it as a souvenir. That's when I knew I had to walk away, it had gone way too far that day, and the worst hadn't come yet. When we finally left, they made me walk 3 blocks back to the car while naked, arms tied, and cum covered. After that, I decided to take a hiatus, which led me to end up in Wyoming.

Don't misunderstand me, there were a lot of things I enjoyed. Actually, most of what happened that day I look forward to doing again, hopefully soon. If, instead of a normal beach, we went somewhere that nudity, sex, and kink were permitted in public, and if I was asked before new things were done to me, that day would have been some of the best fun I ever had. But, since some lines were crossed to the point that I could no longer trust any of them, I took a break. The good news is that break is over, and I am trying to meet people. But, since CL shut down personals and the kink community in my new town is very underground, I'm having trouble finding anybody with similar interests. If you know any sites, places in my area to go, or if you are near me, let me know. Hell, I have a hotel room to myself tonight, so maybe you can come over or we can do something online. I'm up for almost anything on either side of switching, with guys, girls, or even a group.