Bdms Club Novels & Stories

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

He explained and I let out a hum and a nod of my head. “The bdsm club is where doms and subs come to, in order to have fun, to get entertained, to be yourself without judgment, to get more experiences in your different dynamics, amongst other things.” Luca explained and once he was done speaking, I slowly nodded my head while trying to understand all that he had just explained. “So, if we’re going to the bdsm club together, you’re coming with me, as my sub.” He continued and I felt my breath stutter a little, right before a dusting of pink settled over my cheeks.

A simple text message from her is making me insane like this. Me: ‘Sophie Brown. You’re in trouble. I am going to take you tomorrow night.’ My Buttercup: ‘Not tonight?’ Me: ‘You need to rest. If by tomorrow your feelings are the same. Come meet me at Dom’s club.’ Dom’s club is a BDSM club in Los Angeles. I am sure she knows about it. Everybody knows about this place. Only a few dare to join them. If she indeed comes. I will tie her to a bench and give her the best fuck of her life.

We got out of the car straight to the club. The all place was on fire people dancing like some one told them that it's karma today. Keron held my hand and we ascended the stairs onto the second floor of the club. I have been hearing people say that it's the biggest and most expensive club in the country. That it has the best Djs and good services. We were welcomed by a line of body guards on the entrance who bowed to Keron. Boss l had them say. He nodded to them and we entered only to be welcomed by people's gazes. And piercing ones at that.

“I know. But the club requires it. I can’t take you into a private room, or any room, without proof you’ve consented and set boundaries. They’re strict about that.” I blink. “So this is about taking me to the bondage club?” “Private club, Little Birdie. Rooms for everything, light dominance, heavy sadism, exhibitionism, whatever your kink is, it’s there.” He smirks. “Even chasing you through the woods with a knife. Grounds are big. I could make it happen.” I was joking when I mentioned the knife thing, but the way his eyes light up… yeah, he’s already planning it.

Instead I'd spent it with daddy and mom at a quiet dinner in a stuffy restaurant. I couldn't even mourn his absence in peace because as soon as daddy saw me looking anything but upbeat he went on the warpath. That night has been used as an anvil over my head for three damn years. We pulled into the packed parking lot of the club Mindy has been raving about since she became old enough to drink. She'd let it slip once that Jake had laid down the law about her drinking and partying before she was old enough, and she'd held true to her promise not to.

André was there for him then and now, how lucky he was, knowing that henceforward his life would always be filled with joy. ------------------------------------------ "Bryson, listen...there's this club we have to try, it's called ‘Diamante’ they have the best singers, dancers, both male and female strippers, we should definitely try it and see how it goes…they’re even offering a 10% discount for first-time guests". Said Seth as he was scrolling through his phone. "I am in no time to be going to clubs, I’m extremely busy, besides this company can’t run itself…moreover how the heck did you even find such a place"? asked Bryson as he continued typing on his computer.

"That's... different from security work." Here it was. The conversation we'd have to have eventually. "Club Gold is owned by our brother-in-law, Damien," I explained. "But we're investors and part owners. It's a private club for people interested in BDSM and alternative lifestyles." I watched for her reaction. Fear? Disgust? Curiosity? She just nodded slowly. "I wondered. The storage room where I was hiding, some of the equipment..."

I need that kind of power on my side. “Shit, man. How the hell is this guy running a strip club like this in Harrison? Thought this kinda shit was illegal.” Cassius mutters as we step inside Luxlife Club. “It’s a BDSM club, not a strip club. Besides, once enough cash gets shoved into the right pockets, nobody gives a fuck what’s legal.” Luxon surprisingly pulls a heavy crowd in his underground club. Some are werewolves, but most are human. With the air thick from booze, smoke, crack, and cigars, nothing else seems to matter much down here.

It was a cold, dreary evening as I stepped through the heavy wooden doors, the ominous creak echoing through the cavernous chamber. The air hung heavy with the musky scent of leather, sweat, and something more primal. I had arrived at The Dungeon of Desires, a clandestine BDSM club hidden away in the heart of the city, where only the most depraved and perverse souls dared to tread.