BDSM stories

So, that’s how I found myself bound to the 6X6 wooden post in the center of my basement for the first, but by no means the last, time.Ellen returned to fetch me after about half an hour. Without speaking, she unbuckled the strap around my neck and freed my hands. My relief at being released

“Andy, I want you to kiss my toes. OK?” Julie had crossed the line from incredibly bossy and mean to kinky. She was asking me to follow her. Should I cross that line with her? I didn’t know what that would mean, but I did know there would be no crossing back.We didn’t move or

Insert all disclaimers. I’m new at this. Thank you all for your feedback, I hope you enjoy Ch. 2. We’re getting there, it’s a process ;)—-As Anna stood before her father in front of his desk, door closed, hands behind her head, completely nude with her legs now spread far enough apart that her bare

This story is fiction; any correlation to actual people, the living or the dead, is luck. The place is a fictitious generic portrayal of a small town, “Mooreville,” in the midwestern area that touches the appellations on the state’s east side. The tale continues in the third part of this work, ‘Mooreville Welcome.’ This struggle

“Hello Master” I say as I answer the phone.”Hello Pet, have you been playing today?”Taking a moment to think about my response, you become more insistent.”Pet?””Yes Master?””Did you play with your pussy at all today?””Well I…..””My Pet, you were given plain instructions. They were easy to understand were they not Pet?””Yes Master, the instructions were

Forward from author: i apologize for the delay; things have been busy, and i haven’t been able to devote the time to this like i’ve wanted. thanks to those who have expressed an interest in continuing; that’s what has me wanting to share more. not sure how much longer this will last; one individual has

The key to his cage was on a silver chain dangling between her breasts. Alex stood, trying to wait as patiently as possible while Lady Belladonna cuffed his hands behind his back.”You know the rules,” Lady Belladonna said, adjusting one of the cuffs to fit around Alex’s wrist, “You get ten minutes to cum hands

This is a true story which happened 2 years ago.Hi myself Maheen Iam from Mangalore.I just finished my end exams and went to spend holidays my with aunt Sariya. My aunt Sariya she is a widow in her mid 30’s. She lives alone there by running a ladies boutique. She stays in a luxurious villa

The brakes of the moving van screeched as my foot softly pressed down on the pedal. My wife squeezed my hand, looking at me with wide, shimmering eyes as her mouth twisted ascu. Her nervous energy was endearing as we had planned this move for almost two years and we had finally been able to

I was awoken the next morning to find that my hands were still cuffed to the headboard. I called out for Kaitlyn but I got no answer. I thought she had left me alone, bound and helpless and began to just hope she would come back eventually. I couldn’t even spot a key that I

I wrote this a while back, before I got distracted with the “Tattooed Woman” story I’m writing. So its incomplete, and shorter than it should be, but I thought it might be worth publishing nontheless.I hope you guys enjoy it.Judicial Punishment Lottery: Weekend ShenanigansPatricia shrieked as the cold; wet hands slithered unexpectedly up the front

Lisa had dropped her classes and was concentrating on starting her business. Jill had been the head of the house and personal assistant to Lisa for a little over a week. On Friday night Jill had asked if she could bring Mistress a gift.”Mistress Lisa, I would like to make good on a promise I

Some of the character traits of Pia and Greg from the earlier chapters – especially the first, ‘Pia wants her lust back’ (1)’ – could be helpful to enjoy this chapter even more.If and how the story evolves depends also on your constructive feedback and your voting. So please don’t forget to vote.I would like

45″That was a lovely night, thank you.” Laura said as she brought breakfast in bed for Andrew. After taking her home from Weston’s office they went out to dinner. Wherever she wanted he said, and she made the most of the offer, choosing an upmarket French place she had wanted to try for a long

Note: For those that haven’t read previous chapters first (highly recommended), and those needing a refresher. – Our Southern Girl has discovered and explored her submissive tendencies and found a Dom in an unexpected place. She is spending the weekend at his large home to see if they are a match, and if being someone’s

XLV: CollarLexi, Blake, Marie, and LiamLexi”Oh, fuck, Lexi.”Lexi grinned at Marie’s breathless gasp, nipping at the blonde’s neck again before brushing her lips over that spot that really got Marie going.”Are you a little worked up, slut?”She couldn’t help but laugh at Marie’s whimper as the blonde squirmed beneath her. Lexi had Marie pinned, holding

Louise had always been the dominant one in our relationship. We had met at work about 10 years ago. Now in our forties she still looked much the same as then – glossy raven black hair, and full breasts gave her a definite gothic look, further emphasised by the black jeans and long boots that

Academic Probation Bound, 6This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any events or to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All players are over the age of eighteen. If you have a problem with bondage or non-consensual sex, go no further! This story is purely for adult fantasy and entertainment. The

A quick refresher (only Judy and Tomieka appear in this part):Judy – A divorced woman and mother to Alana. Tomieka’s slave.Alana – Judy’s daughter. A slave of Keke.Junko – Alana’s friend and a new slave of Keke.Tomieka – Keke’s daughter. Owns Judy.Keke – Tomieka’s mother. Owns Alana and Junko.Daiyu – Temporarily owned Junko. Junko and

The three months passed by pretty quickly. The next LARP event was coming, and I just couldn’t wait for it. In the meantime, I was adjusting to this inner, slutty Kylie that had awoken in me from the previous event.Whenever I was in class, taking notes from the teacher’s speech, there were moments were I