Bdsm Club Novels & Stories

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.

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

I saw Marco spinning Jennifer out, Leo catching her on the rebound with a deep, rumbling laugh. The BDSM club had transformed into a ballroom, but the profound, pulsing dynamic of power and surrender remained entirely intact. It was in the way Victor’s hand gripped my waist, branding me through the gold silk. It was in the absolute, unyielding gravity of his gaze, silently demanding my complete surrender to the moment.

“Someone older. Experienced. Someone who’s going to ruin you - in the best way possible.” I blinked. “That’s not helpful.” Zara grinned like the devil. “I have an idea.” Oh no. Not again. “Zara...” “Shush. Hear me out.” She reached under her bed and pulled out her tablet. “It’s called Club Obsidian.” I stared at her like she’d just offered to sell my soul. “What the hell is that?” She tapped through the site like she’d memorized the whole thing. “It’s private. Discreet. Invitation-only. Mature, dominant men looking for submissive girls - for one night. One room. No names. No pressure. Just pure experience.”

Maybe I’m desensitized because I work here, and so when the club hosts a Mystery Sinner’s night, I’m usually working the bar and helping clean up the aftermath, which is fucking nasty by the way. The interior of the club has been decked out like a BDSM sex den with black satin drapes hanging from every fixture and erotic red lighting to set the mood. Sex toys ranging from playful to hardcore, line the walls to give the guests a visual thrill, but they’re only decorative. The club doesn’t supply toys to the guests for health and safety reasons. The music is blaring with melodies to get your heart racing and panties dropping, and there’s a live wax play show happening on stage. There’s plenty

Doctor Jenkins asked. "Yes, that is exactly the nature of the proposal." Doctor Adams waved a hand. "No market for it Devon." "Doctor, in the major cities of this nation, there are fifty two clubs, night clubs mainly, which have a large and profitable membership catering to this BDSM lifestyle." Devon answered clearly. "Fifty two would indicate there is certainly a market in slavery, at least the fantasy of slavery." "That may well be, however the idea of being sent to such a facility to be trained? That's beyond not only the financial abilities of most people, but the mental abilities of most people." Adams argued.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...

I take a deep breath, smiling to myself as I lean on the bar, preparing myself for a fun-filled night of debauchery. I really love working in a BDSM club.

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.