Bdsm Club Novels & Stories

He moved closer and, still fondling his bulge, Karen sat back in the chair, one leg thrown over the other, squeezing her thighs together to bring pressure to bear on her clitoris. There was something powerfully erotic about the glorious interior of Blackwood Towers. Generations of Burnets had fucked there — not only husbands and wives but, no doubt, a multitude of illicit lovers as well. It was as if the tumescence, liquid arousal and violent pleasure of these people from the past had impregnated the walls. She could almost see them dressed in period costume, ruffles and lace, trooped skirts and powdered wigs. Her mind slipped notches, filled with swirling coloured lights and images of forni

Contracts, membership files, private security operations, event planning, and elite client arrangements were all handled upstairs beneath layers of confidentiality few outsiders could comprehend. But it was the private residence and personal dungeon suite that fueled the club’s fascination most. Steele’s Master Bedroom Suite reportedly occupied nearly a third of the floor by itself. Rumors described an enormous open-concept space blending penthouse luxury with unmistakable BDSM aesthetics. A massive black platform bed draped in charcoal silk sat beneath suspended lighting fixtures designed to resemble hanging chains. Walls of smoked glass concealed hidden storage compartments containing cust

Especially when you’re as motivated as I am to do something about your situation. Impulse is a shifter only BDSM sex club, though mostly for werewolves, since it’s here in Arcadia. It’s a club where the clientele need to be a bit sturdier to be able to handle the activities that occur inside. But they also are a club that helps people explore their sexuality. As long as you have your shifter animal, you are allowed to participate, though no one under 18 is actually allowed to participate in anything with a partner. And each new member must be sponsored by an existing member.

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.”