Bdsm Fiction Novels & Stories

His touch, his kisses, how he made me feel. No man has ever treated me like, I have heard of how horrible men could be when it came to sex, I had hated bdsm, breath play but when it came to him. He leaves me craving for more, I want his hands on my body, I want him choking me, I want to be his good girl. I love how his touches made my body react, how he dominated me like no man had ever done before. This is fucked up.

I give her time to finish her cup before putting the contract in front of her. "Is this the contract? " I tell her yes with my head. "You have to understand that BDSM is not just about sex. It's a whole way of life. By signing this contract, you are giving me control over everything. What you eat, what you wear, what you drink, your spending, absolutely everything about you. " She opens the contract and runs her eyes over it. "I should get eight hours of sleep a day? " "Yes, your well-being is what matters most to me. The human body needs eight hours of sleep to perform well. "

My hips buckled wildly but he pulled away, edging me even further. “You see?” He muttered into my ear, fingers gripping my chin do I had no choice but to look at him. “You are my little dirty slut, you don’t come until I allow it. You don’t belong to anyone else. Not that client, not her,” His gaze burned into me. “Only me.” “Yes sir, I sobbed. “Only you.” His lips brushed my ear. “Good girl.” At last, he pressed the vibrator back harder this time. My body arched, chains rattling as the orgasm ripped through me so violently, I screamed his name. My fluids pooling all over the table as I collapsed against glass, sweaty, ruined and breathless.

Jayden noted how Ethan seemed to be nervous, quickly changing the subject. "You can feel free to do whatever you would like now. If you have any questions, I will be in here." Ethan took that as the go ahead to leave so he did so, holding onto the folder in his hands tightly. He immediately went to the bedroom, laying down in the bed, and beginning to read over the papers. 'BDSM involves sexual acts that may include submission, domination, bondage, and S&M.' He paused in his readings, biting his lip as he reread what he had just read. Shaking his head, he continued to keep going in his reading.

The more she read, the more she realized that BDSM was not merely a physical act; it was a complex interplay of trust, communication, and mutual understanding. Hours passed, and Lily found herself navigating a labyrinth of information, her head buzzing with a myriad of terms and concepts. She discovered that BDSM was not just about bondage, dominance, submission, and sadomasochism. It was a spectrum of desires, fantasies, and boundaries, woven into a tapestry of connection and consent.

Her beautiful face held a punishing expression. On her Dominatrix website, she shared links and discussions about the BDSM lifestyle. She advertised services that included BDSM, or Bondage, Discipline and Dominance, Submission and Sadomasochism. Her articles posted links to safe-sex websites—SSC, or Safe, Sane, and Consensual, and RACK, Risk Aware Consensual Kink—promoting consensus between partners in BDSM.

It thrilled me really. We found a B D S M dungeon in a neighboring town and the bedroom play just got rougher. I enjoyed it thoughly and my mind went to a dark place when we fuc8ked like that. I was adored and the kinky se8x play was so intense. I ignored the signs that they wanted to add another woman to the mix. They would talk about it sometimes, but I thought it was just talking until one day....

Gosh this man looks so good. He sat down My eyes were deceiving me. “BDSM…” she whispered as I saw it written in bold. I thought this is a marriage contract? “I thought this is a marriage contract. Now what is this?” I snapped at him and he raised his index finger that I shouldn't yell at him. “Have you read the contract already?” He asked. A part of her wanted to scream at him. “Bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.” She whispered as she read the document.

There, she’ll be pushed to explore public submission, threesomes, girl-on-girl temptation, and more. If you crave dark, explicit stories laced with BDSM, dominance, rough passion, multiple partners, punishment, humiliation, and raw, forbidden heat, this one’s for you. * * * CHAPTER 1 — Axel Questionable bio… Left Only group photos … Left Not my type … Left “Hey, are you alright, man?” Levi asks. “Yeah,” I reply, dropping my phone on the table. “I’m just getting really fucking tired of getting catfished with all this online dating crap. Every time I show up to meet a chick, I feel like I’m playing Russian roulette.”

I smiled shyly. "Do you still like me after knowing this?" He asked, worried. "Yes, I still like you. Being in a BDSM relationship is not a crime that I'll hate you." "You still want to be with me?" He asked in disbelief. "Yes." I smiled and nodded at him. "I'm not gentle on the bed, Anushka. I don't make love, I fuck hard, very hard. I like to dominate and test the limits of girls on the bed. I like to punish them, order them." I gulped the lump down my throat, but his words excited me sexually.