BDSM stories

Daisy couldn’t believe it.She thought Andrews– no, was sure Andrews was a sub through and through by the shy expression he always had when speaking in front of her class. And yet here he was, dominating her in his office late at night through his assertive touches and rough kisses against her lips and collarbones.

Guys here’s the next episode of the Judicial Punishment Lottery series. I’d just like to take this opportunity to give another shout out to fellow Lit-author Avicia, who helped a lot with this tale. If you’ve not read her stories, then I thoroughly recommend that you check them out. Also, while I’m at it, I’d

The door unlocked with a click. I shivered as they strode in, my husband stepping over my naked body, kneeling in wait.My mistress’s black heels and white polished toenails flooded my vision, and I kissed each foot tenderly as I knew she expected.She let me unstrap her heels and drew my face up with one

She was obsessed with the old lighthouse. She did not know if it was its blatant phallic form or the white light on the top – now extinguished – or something else, but it held a siren call for her.When she mentioned it would be nice to watch fireworks from it, he said with exasperation

We.We are a couple, we spend time together, we hang out. We don’t live together, we enjoy weekends, overnight stays, evenings or just a couple of hours together. Our relationship ebbs and flows, we may see each other a lot in a short interval or we may not manage to meet for a while.Ours is

Chapter Ten♠The ReminiscentMason watched his girlfriend from a low seat beside the window as she gazed at herself in the small mirror above her fridge, pulling tufts of jet black hair back in her little ringed fingers. He had originally demanded her to live alone at college–no roommates–and she followed through. No one would take

Author’s note: The following story takes place in a cemetery. If this is sensitive or offensive topic for you, I suggest finding a different story to read. Otherwise, enjoy!It was late in the afternoon when they arrived at the cemetery. The headstones glowed in the western sun, stone crosses and angels throwing shadows across the

5They have been walking in complete silence for about half an hour. In the beginning the man had to shorten the leash and keep the girl closer behind him, so that the rope did not get tangled in all the branches and shrubbery. Once the forest cleared and they reached a path, he increased the

Before I know it, I hear another set of footsteps coming up the stairs. ‘Is this someone just looking for the bathroom? Or is it someone else to use my holes? Shit…what am I getting into? How many guests does he have planned for me?’ My thoughts are interrupted by another knock at the bedroom

“I still love Conner, but I love him for what he is, not who he is, know what I mean?” Siobhan tried to explain. “But he has become a means to an end for me and I suspect I have become the same thing for him.””Don’t get me wrong, I like having my own slut.

The woman sipping tea across the table was drop-dead gorgeous.Alexis was obviously in her early forties but she had done little to minimize her striking beauty. She was petite with dark hair and glacier-blue eyes.”I’m not sure what you were told by Percy, but my methods are… unorthodox.”She could see a blush spread across the

This afternoon, in the sweet mildness of the day, I made love to you once again. I stripped the clothes from your body, gently stroking each part of you. Your face, your breasts, your belly, your thighs. I had you lie down on the bed to watch me undress. I lay down next to you

Declan’s friends were all lined up on the sofa, pants tented and eyes raking over my body as I crawled behind him into the living room. He took his place at the center of the sofa and guided me to my place on the cushion between his legs. I placed my head on his thigh

My hands are on your hips and I press you back into the wall. My nose gently drags against your cheek. I lick you and as I shove you back harder, we kiss. Slow and deep. My hands slide up your side, onto your chest, squeeze. I groan in your ear. I pull your hair

Janet had a problem. It had been a long time since the needs she had felt so long ago had come into her conscious thoughts. Lately she found herself remembering events from her first real adult relationship in her early 20s and it scared her a little, but also gave her a warm feeling that

Night after night, you sit unused in your pathetic cage disguised as a side table by the couch, due to your cock’s annoying habit of wanting out of its own little cage everyday. To learn your place more thoroughly, I have implemented a rigorous list of chores and edging sessions until your tiny member concedes

I had been talking to mistress Liz for over a year now. Every few months I’d send her a Snapchat when I was horny and ask if I could come over tonight to which she would usually respond that she was busy or it was too late of notice. The few times she would respond

Jenny took a deep breath and attempted to settle her nerves. Two weeks earlier she had plucked up the courage to tell her husband, Michael, a secret. Now her conversation with him had borne fruit….Jenny grew up in a traditional upper middle class English home. Her parents were pillars of the community in the small