Bdsm Club Novels & Stories

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

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."

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.

"Guess I have to take care of myself till he is ready to fuck me." She went to a W******p group named 'Velvet dungeon BDSM group-- Bloomcrest' and texted: I need rough BBC Dom daddies to take care of my wet cunt. Dm me your pics. I'll choose the best ones. She smirked at the number of Dms she was receiving already, though it's not been a minute. Zara chose the best seven and made an appointment to meet them at the club tomorrow. Meanwhile, Hunter arrived and she sat in his car.

And the other thing I'm mostly scared about is if he finds out that I killed my sister's husband during sex and I was on the run because I was wanted. Fuck, I'm doomed. I tossed the papers back at him and Bishop read out the rules and conditions of working at the club. The rules were just few and they are bearable and tolerable at least, so that shouldn't be a problem. Bishop's voice was serious and slightly possessive as he spoke. “Dom will take you to the Crimson Penthouse, that's where all the performers live. He'll show you to your room, and you'll get to meet others there.” Bishop uttered, pinning my file together with the remaining stacks on the table.

You couldn’t exactly ask someone whom you had gone on a date with if he engaged in certain tastes when it came to sex. How would I explain that I only felt pleasure when it was accompanied by pain? How would I explain all the taboo fantasies I had in my mind? The club was specifically for BDSM. Being in it gave me a preview of what that kind of sex was like. Some women and even men were wearing collars, and some were kneeling beside their dominant. I couldn’t keep my eyes off scenes like that. It was like a normal club on the surface, save for the couples heavily making out and some grinding on one another. However, there was a hallway that led to a pathway with several rooms.

Rowan I sit in my office overlooking the club. My one-way window allows me to watch the masses of people who crave to be seen, touched or used in whatever way previously consented. This is my dark side. The one very few people know about. I run a billion-dollar company during the day. On our monthly club weekends, I am part owner of the Hidden Chamber. An adult’s club for people needing to give or be controlled. BDSM and other depravities that may be frowned upon are welcome here.

I'll be at my desk, she said, and made her way to leave, but Lena stopped her. Why don't we go out for a drink after our shift? There's this new club in town. It's a BDSM club. I went last weekend, and it was a blast. It might be exactly what you need to lift your spirits. Lena offered with a mischievous smile. Amara sighed and nodded. She needed a distraction, and Lena's suggestion seemed like the best option. Great, I promise you'll love it. Lena assured her with a comforting smile, and Amara managed a nod before walking out of the restroom. After her shift, Amara met Lena in the parking lot.

I said to him instead. “Oh, come on, it can't hurt to try” He left me alone after that. I followed him a few hours later and today, Liam had decided we would explore a BDSM club and currently standing in front of one with bold letters written as “SIPPIN’ SENSATIONS”, I didn't know what to expect. When we stepped in, it wasn’t blinding with party lights like I expected, it looked like an office. With white plain walls and rich wooden decor hanging on the walls.

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.