Bdms Club Novels & Stories

I always worry about him. Brick I’m working at Club Reckless tonight. It is my home away from home. A safe place for people to explore themselves. A BDSM club where subs could find a Dom for the night or more. Where people could participate in threesomes or more without fear of ridicule. And they can do it safely. I have a bar and dance floor for people to just relax. I have a stage show every two hours for people who just want to watch. I have fifteen private rooms for people to use. There is a variety for people to choose from. For people that are into age play, we have two nurseries and two toddler rooms. I have eight playrooms with a large variety of toys to choose from. The last three r

I said, "we attended a BDSM club, which in this case, stood for Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism. Some of the people were like us, in loving relationships. Others were not. There were people there who took pleasure in pain and were more interested in beating a slave than fucking one and those who took pleasure from their pain, more interested in the beating than the fucking. It was not uncommon to see some people who had scars or marks which were placed there days or even weeks ago. Some of the instruments available for inflicting pain were quite horrible. As I said, you're seeing a romanticized version of sex slavery from people who love one another, and not all versions of the sam

"I'm going to tell you a little about the BDSM club we're attending today. It's a members only club and the only way to enter is with another member as a guest. The only way you can join is be nominated by a member and then voted on by the entire membership after you and your subs have made five visits, post nomination. During those visits, you must surrender your subs without reservation to the entire membership for whatever they wish, save permanent marking. I'm not nominating you for membership at this time, so that won't apply to you. "For todays visit, I'm attending a board meeting and it will be approximately an hour long. None of you may attend this meeting for the board of directors.

CHAPTER THIRTY– ONE: THE CLUB KYLE AND ANDREA Andrea had always been in control. At 29, she ran her own successful marketing firm, commanded every room she entered, and never let anyone see her vulnerable. But tonight, she wanted something different. Something that made her pulse race for reasons she couldn’t quite explain. The exclusive BDSM club hidden in a converted warehouse in downtown Manhattan was invitation-only. She had received hers through a trusted friend who swore it was safe, discreet, and exactly what she needed to explore the darker cravings she had buried for years.

Harlow's POV The vanilla and leather hit my nose the second I stepped through the black glass doors of Ember. Pittsburgh’s most exclusive BDSM club hummed around me, all red velvet and dim light and bodies pressed together in ways that made my cheeks burn. Half naked women twisted around silver poles near the back. A couple on a black suede couch traded spit like it was going out of style. I pulled down my skirt and kept walking. Not many newbies like me came here. Except my best friend Sage, who was probably already upstairs with her professor. But I was only here for one thing tonight anyway.

She could hear the girls moaning and screaming and the guys groaning in pleasure and pain from all directions. She was confused thinking should she go ahead or go back. "What is he doing here? Is he here to find a girl for him? I just hope I'm wrong." Susanna's heart was thumping wildly against her ribcage as she was walking ahead looking here and there to find Daniel anywhere. She was just hoping that he was not here. She had never thought in her worst nightmare she would ever come to a BDSM Club.

A woman was tied to a frame, her back striped red, a man with a flogger working in rhythm. Another was on her knees, a leash attached to her collar, her owner's hand wrapped in the leather. A third was bent over a sawhorse, a man's cock slamming into her cunt from behind—I could see her wetness running down her thighs, hear the wet smack of his balls against her clit. My cunt clenched. A fresh gush of slick heat dripped down my inner thigh. Dominic leaned down. His breath was hot on my ear. "Welcome to The Underground. The real one. Not the tourist shit they advertise online. This is where people like us come to play. The BDSM clubhouse"

When had paddling a sub’s ass become a chore? Damien struggled to keep his boredom hidden. The sub tied to the spanking bench deserved his full attention. Anything less was an insult. “How are you doing, Lila?” he asked, putting the paddle aside. Lila was one of the waitresses at Club Obsidian. Since moving to the city, Obsidian had become like a second home to Damien. His old friend, Marcus Hale, owned the BDSM club. “I’m good, Sir,” she murmured, letting out a soft sigh as he ran his hands over her bottom.

"Yes, and if her husband didn't own it, having a free pass would be impossible without a major act of God, so be happy that I have connections." Jewel's hand went to her bruise. "I can't go to a club." "That's foolishness. It's not a pickup spot. It's very organized and ritzy. Believe me-I've been in some pretty sleazy BDSM clubs and this one's nothing like those." "BDSM club." She covered her mouth because she actually shrieked.

he said Wow if these were the women I selected, I must really have good taste, they were all beautiful and different in their own way. “Adrian,” I said softly, “you said this place was… different.” He stopped walking and turned to face me fully. “This is a BDSM club,” he said plainly. I blinked. “A what?” “Bondage. Discipline. Dominance. Submission.” His voice was steady, careful. “It’s consensual. Structured. Everything that happens here is agreed upon.” My face flushed instantly. “Oh.” I didn’t know whether to look away or ask more questions. My mind raced, trying to reconcile the elegance of the space with the meaning of his words.