Bdms Club Novels & Stories

He doesn't need to worry about that anymore, now I'm his submissive and work in the bar at the bdsm club through the secret corridor. That's right, the sexy man who owns the club is into bdsm and trained me to be his submissive. I've been a member of his club for two months now and I moved in so I didn't have to crash on my friends couch anymore. Moving in was one of the best decisions I've ever made, when he isn't running the club we're having sex and it's amazing. My asshole hasn't had a rest since I got here. The training was intense and I got spanked almost every training session for misbehaving. It's just so difficult to listen to orders and follow them.

he said to me. ••••••••• It was a BDSM club party that evening and Sandro and I planned to attend. Having adventures like this was one we enjoyed, and as we entered the club, the air danced with anticipation. We moved through the crowded room, where scantily clad ladies teased and tantalized, their strap-like outfits barely containing their curves. From the amount of voluptuous breasts and curves around me, my bulge had already gone hard and I could not wait to be inside one of those holes.

In every room, there was BDSM equipment, and it was in use at all times. This club alone made millions for the Biker Club; it cost a million dollars to join and a quarter of a million a year to maintain a membership, but it did not stop them from having a long list of people wanting to join. Xavier walked through the dark church grounds heading for the freshly dug grave. The tiny mound was covered in the beautiful blue and white roses she loved, and their scent hung heavy in the night air. ‘Alanna.’

she starts with that but it is too late, I am fucking scared standing in this alley. "It's a club, Ash, like I said." I stare at her, my eyes calling on her bullshit because it is simply that, bullshit. "What kind of club requires me to be open-minded and not get scared, Drea?" I'm hyperventilating, and she is giving me that look again. "Ash," She calls slowly. I stare at her blankly and she sighs, giving up, thank God. "It's a BDSM club, alright." She throws her hands up in defeat.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "BDSM is not about power play, Cara." I opened my mouth to correct him again, but a stern look from me had me shutting up. Besides, I didn't think he would even take note of my correction. "It is a way for people to express themselves freely. It's about the trust you put in each other. It's about not being judged for who you are. This place," he gestured around the club as we entered into a more private sector, "is all about that. Here, you are able to break free from societal standards without anyone saying jackshit to you. You can be who you are here, Cara. No one's judging."

I will be the Queen of Dragons, not some pathetic bitch! The day goes by quickly and I know just the place to go for dinner. Blackout is a completely dark restaurant that has private rooms and most importantly it is next door to a BDSM club. We can give our guys a taste and get them so hot and bothered that they drag us by our hair to the club and fuck us like the beasts that they are. End Jessica’s POV

Annabelle also owned Madame Mayhem, a club downtown known for its wild reputation, and she always enjoyed checking out the competition, so getting her to come here today was easy. Badlands was darker and smaller than I had imagined. It felt like a place dripping with excess. We reached the bottom of the stairs. I noticed the club was just a few velvet couches, a small dance floor, and a long bar made of dark wood. Above the bar, small old televisions were lined up, all playing the same black-and-white movie, Dr. Strangelove. "Fool's Gold" by The Stone Roses played in the background, the beat vibrating through the floor beneath my knee-high boots.

Any moment now, I would either explode with adrenaline or evaporate from nerves. "You're shaking," Lena whispered next to me, voice barely audible over the loud party music and murmured conversation. "I'm not," I lied and lifted my chin higher as we walked into the main lounge. Crimson Vault. Invitation only BDSM club whispered about in circles I barely touched. A place where names didn't matter and titles meant nothing. Exactly why I was here. "You sure about this?" Lena's eyes darted to a woman in a velvet corset leading a man on a leash. "This isn’t a voyeur room, babe. You sign a contract here and there's no backing out."

I was wrong. "I know the owner of the club, she has a BDSM group on F******k," Kendall insisted, throwing herself in my bed. "They don't accept newbies often, but tonight's party is free. We just need a leather and black outfit. I Covered my body with shorts and a T-shirt, ignoring the cold air that invaded my open window. The curtains were dragged to the side, giving space for the cold jet of the end of winter to surround the dream filter hanging above the head of my bed.

When we got to the club Alissa ignored the long line of people, which I was not surprised about as she dragged me into the club after fist-bumping the bouncer who I gave an awkward wave to. "You know where the nasty shit you like is," she winked at me, "Just kidding, no kink-shaming," she threw her hands up in fake surrender, "But you have to take birthday shots and dance with me to just 1 song," she said the downstairs of the club was one of those BDSM Dungeons. I'm not into hardcore BDSM stuff. Just, I like being dominated and I like a little sadomasochism in my relationship. I sighed and rolled my eyes at her as we sat at the bar