Bdms Club Novels & Stories

It's a tan colour but I can't get the right shade and I have to leave soon to go to the club. "I can do this tomorrow," I say to myself as I stand up from my little stool and put away the supplies. I change into some clothes that aren't covered in paint and get my bag with everything I need. I'm meeting Will and Cole in the subs room tonight so we can chat before we go and find a Dom for the night. Well Cole has his husbands Nathan and Marcus, so he's already got some people for the night. The club we go to is called Club Sin, it's a gay bdsm club where kinky guys can indulge in their dirtiest fantasies without judgement. Some people have contracts where they are in a Dom/sub relationship wh

I've told her I'm single so she must have assumed I'm lonely and sexually frustrated but she couldn't be father from the truth. You see, I'm into BDSM and go to a club called Club Sin. It's a night club dedicated to BDSM and is even fitted with a stage for live shows. I've been a member for years now and have become close friends to three people in particular: Marcus Carlisle. He is the owner of Club Sin and pretty scary when you don't know him. He's one of my closest friends and trained me to become a dominant when I first joined. We've had our fair share of sexual experiences together which included him topping me as a part of the training.

This story may be triggering for some. It does have bad language, dark sexual themes and scenes in a bdsm club. Please beware. Brandt "Boss, I've got a young lady out here that says there is an emergency and she needs to get her mother from inside the club.” I heard this in my earpiece. It’s Wednesday night and well, never a dull moment in a BDSM club, no matter what night it is.

"The bus was late, then my hop card wouldn't work, and to top things off. I forgot my purse at home and had to run here in sandals." “Look, I know you're only sucking dick until your eighteenth birthday and all.” She pops her gum. “But, shit. It must be some good fucking head you are giving if Chad has kept you around this long. I've seen girls leave for a lot less than the crap you've been pulling.” She says in a sparky tone, popping her gum again as she exits the room. Maddie is our brown sugar here at the Clubrooms. She's also one of our most requested girls. That's because she does it all. Her and Layla. I don't know how they come here, strutting their shit around like their something sp

"New info from Mason....We're heading to Bang House." Fifteen minutes later, we were in front of the abandoned warehouse leading to the BDSM club. "Keep watch guys. I'll be back in fifteen minutes." I said climbing down from the truck. The plan was to for me to go inside the club, inform Mason of my presence then he lures Pine and Cole outside the club for Ax and Niko to finish up from there. It wasn't my first time going to Bang House...not for bondage fucking though... The times I had been here was strictly for drug business.

The words Dungeon Monitor is stamped in black across the front and I fight the urge to giggle. Seriously? “A lot of people come here to find someone to play with just for the night. They don’t have a contract, or a history together. Good BDSM clubs will always have monitors around to keep an eye on things and make sure everyone follows the rules. Safewords are sacrosanct.” He turns to the monitor. “Please stay within hearing distance of this sub and let his master know if he needs him.” The monitor nods her agreement, finding a spot behind me. I have to twist my neck uncomfortably to see her. She can hear me if I speak, but she won’t be an intrusive presence.

She catches my hand before I can pull away, her eyes wide with worry. "Hayden..." I squeeze her fingers once, trying to reassure her. "I promise." I walk out before anyone can ask questions. The moment I'm in the car, I call the detective. "Tell me," I say the second he picks up. "Is there a place these three visit regularly?" There's a pause on the line. "Yes," he says carefully. "They all frequent the same underground venue. It's a private BDSM club. Very exclusive. Very... extreme. The kind of place where rules don't apply if you pay enough."

Something caught between curiosity and daring. "What... Kind of club is that?" The the last things she'd expected spilled out of her lips. "BDSM."

That last question—I need to know. She looks around, her eyes scanning the space, the scenes unfolding in front of her. Her expression doesn’t give much away, but when she speaks, it’s not what I expected. “It’s not bad, Dante,” she says softly, surprising me. “It’s BDSM, it’s a swingers’ club. This is nothing like the others. If anything, this is easier to accept than the strip club.”

He paused and then continued. “Firstly, like I said, potential members of the club are not allowed to visit the bdsm part as guests more than once and you have already been there twice. Now you need to follow the process and get certified by Justin. Then I admit you have made a lot of progress this week but there are still a few things I need to teach you in particular the way I expected you to behave at the club. Last point, there are too many dominants who would gladly lay their hands on such a cutie as you, so I am not letting you go there until I have collared you.”