BDSM stories

Submissive Southern Girl in Minnesota, IV – The Mystery DateNote: 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. After a very successful mutual trial weekend, he has asked her

This happened to me nearly 10 years ago when I was 26 or 27. I was and still am married to a loving husband who has a great job which takes him out of town regularly. At the time I was being a full time housewife, which I did at times find a little boring.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that. Me, kneeling in my corner after my spanking and Ms. Julie behind me recovering from what had sounded like a truly massive masturbatory orgasm.As knelt there, my mind and my emotions had gone around and around like socks in a dryer. Was I basically a regular

Chapter Five♠The ConfessionalsLater that day, Finn and the rest of the whiteboys were lined up at a long table in a white room on the second floor of what was beginning to appear to him more as a compound than a camp. He played with the pink leash that dangled from the matching collar around

Her name is Bliss. She is 24 years old, has incredible Auburn hair that falls below her shoulder blades, emerald green eyes, and a stealthy 34C-23-32 figure on her 5’7″ frame. She sits, in a secluded area of the park, waiting. Waiting for someone she has never met. Answering a personal ad from a magazine.

my head snaps back as my lips overflow with the silken feeling of… of… where was i, as consciousness returns. Disbelief and reality unfolds, eyes fall weak as my bra cuts into my chest. tess, snap out, my head spins trying to recover. Breasts crushed into me and my weight leans forward, arms bound wide

PRESENT DAY***Cole***The Mark Twain Riverboat floated past, its passengers waving in true Disneyland spirit. I smiled, waving back until a jolt rocked through my cock. Gemma’s smile flashed towards me from the bench, quickly fading into feigned innocence as she adjusted the Mickey ears on her head. The tingle from the shock lingered, a dangerous

Setting the stage :There is nothing like a cozy night in with my subby little pet making dinner and serving me tea as I enjoy watching the snow fall -decorating the tree running through my mind as it is on the list of things to do. Watching her prance around in her oversized shirt while

I was really feeling sorry for myself. Mistress and I had hit a rough patch. I know I had gotten a little clingy and we were together 24/7. A new experience for both of us. Mistress was asked to give a lecture series on the west coast and said she thought it best if she

“Just breathe…”— ten minutes earlier —She had convinced me to try something she had always been curious about. As soon as I said yes, I saw the Cheshire grin on her face light up. She quickly gagged me and strapped me into the gynecology bed with my legs high up and spread open wide and

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters within it are completely fictional. The Wheel of Time universe is also completely fictional. Even the universe you and I inhabit may be partially or completely fictional. The pseudoscience portrayed as serious by this fictional work is completely fictional, and classified government research sites that take

My special wedding performanceSuddenly, a servant came up to me and asked me to follow him. I was already nervous enough and didn’t know what to expect next. He led me to a room where James’s mother and sister were already waiting for me. As I entered, James’s mother looked at me with disdain and

“I own you-you are my slave and mine alone” again and again, as if it is a chant, you tell me as you fuck me with long smooth thrusts, kissing me fiercely, waiting until you know I’m about to orgasm. Before I actually do, you slip out of me, pulling me up and onto my

This is the fourth part of my story mistress Sarah’s queendom.Please read part 1 -3 to understand this part better.Mistress clapped her hands and said, “Bitch, get in here.”There was clear mixture of excitement and confusion on Anaya face.Within fraction of seconds, miss Juhi crawled to the sofa mistress and Anaya was sitting.Seeing miss Juhi

A continued episode of my favourite theme of reoccurring dreams.My Dreams Part 4 — slave girl saraThe house guest I had been sent to bed-warm for had gone to dinner and left me in his room with the chamber maid.I spanked her as hard as I could, at least it made her bottom bright pink

Part three, the final part of the weekend trilogy probably. This is a direct continuation of part two and I recommend reading one and two before reading this.Comments and stars most welcome.MasterMary likes a lot of pain, she would be happy to be left bleeding from the whip or cane. I will not do that

It was still early morning. The sun wasn’t up fully and shining through the large arched window that stood sentinel over the large king-sized bed or beginning to warm its inhabitants. But even as she stirred, Chelsea could feel that there was something different. She felt almost groggy and tried to lift her right hand

This is a pure work of fiction, written from the husband’s perspective. All characters are over 18. I am not a professional author and only write these stories as a hobby. The Penny Series was a requested fantasy series. The Husband asked that I write it and publish it. Enjoy…This is the first chapter in

It all started as a joke between us. As a way to spice up our sex life so to say. She had done it before and was bringing me into the lifestyle. The lifestyle of D/s! I loved it, I wanted it, and I had to have it. I read everything that I could get