Bdsm Kidnapping Novels & Stories

I'm procrastinating but I truly need to see what is that binds Aurora to never refuse my brother. “Fuck it.” I whisper, hauling the open file closer. My inner curious George has won, and I know for a fact that I will regret it some way. My gaze roams the title "BDSM agreement between conceded parties." I try to skip the basics such as my brother's full name, and his preferred name as a Dom. I scan the document fast yet thorough, my eyes and mouth widening with every new paragraph. I'm beyond icked, I'm appalled by the contract and I've read way too many so that's saying something. Blake is laughing his head off at my reaction, easy for him to laugh like he doesn't know I just found out my br

He rips my shirt and singlet open, and out comes my very large busts hanging out of their sizes with only my nipples covered on the tiny bikini I have on. "Don't be scared, I won't hurt you again. Only if you're going to be cooperative and submissive." He purrs into my ear then rubs his palms together, satisfied on what he sees and leaves wet sloppy kisses untop and at the sides of my busts. It's disgusting with the stench new found stench of his sweat and the old smell of cheap perfume overshadowing the smell of old unopened books that required dusting in the air. A gag transports it's way up to my throat out of fear and panic arising, because I'm bound loosing my virginity to one of my kid

“Your third fantasy, little fan. The one you poured into your laptop at nineteen… the ruthless kidnapper who steals the blushing bride straight from the altar before she can say her sacred vows. You want me to make it real? Extreme? No mercy? I swallowed hard, my nipples tightening into aching peaks. My voice was a breathless whisper. “Yes… make it extreme. Make me feel every second of it. Kidnap me properly.” A slow, devastatingly attractive smile curved his lips. “Good girl.” He reached into the pocket of his discarded jacket and produced two small white pills along with a glass of water. “These will drop you completely. When you wake, you’ll be bound, helpless, and entirely at my mercy. Y

"I told you I trust you—" "I know. But trust isn't enough for this. I need informed consent." He takes a breath. "I want to introduce you to BDSM. Real BDSM. Not just spanking or dirty talk—actual dominance and submission. Bondage. Sensory deprivation. Power exchange. Things that require you to be completely vulnerable with me." My mouth goes dry. "Okay."

she asked sounding scared. She looked around the room nervously. There was red dim lighting in the whole room. Different types of weird BDSM objects were hanging on the wall. Xenia wasn't an innocent little girl who won't understand such objects. Watching porn she has learned about these things but she never imagined being in a BDSM relationship because it is scary for her. Xenia screamed like a mad woman when he took off her clothes. She tried to wriggle but everything went in vain. Her soul almost left her body when he took a flogger in his hand.

Well part of my job, I am a trained con artist. "What are you doing?" Damon asked as he was back to his senses, he managed to turn over and sat on his butt. I left the bed and went to perch my ass at the bed stool. There was a wine and a glass beside me so I fetches some for herself. "On the 21th of may you kidnapped Bethel, you and your boys abused her, dehumanized her, tortured her, and made her your sex slave," I said and Damon was arches his brows.

I nodded slowly, as I started to feel a little uneasy about the situation. "So, the thing we are doing right now is," he continued, leaning forward slightly. "BDSM. Bondage. Dominant. Submissive. Masochist. Sadist. It's a form of erotic power exchange where one partner takes on a dominant role, controlling the other partner's actions and movements through various forms of bondage or restraint.

I gasped and looked at him with wide eyes. "What do you want from me?" I said glaring at him. "I don't want anything from you. I want you." He smirked and walked towards me. "What? Are you a psychopath?" I yelled and started hitting his chest. "Enough!" He yelled and stopped me from hitting him anymore by holding my hands. "You know this is considered kidnapping. This is illegal and I will sue you when I leave." The man laughed a malicious laugh. "You think I will let you leave? You think you could get away from me? I suggest you get used to her and get comfortable in this room. This is yours from now on." His voice was dead serious.

She's shocked at first but then she smiles at me she always falls for my tricks. We head into the club and i lead her into the basement where there are soundproof rooms for people who want to explore BDSM and other stuff. I'm sure she thinks we are about to have fun but that's the furthest thing from my mind. We enter the room and immediately Mari tries to kiss me, I shove her away from me and wrap my hands around her throat.

He pulled the toy free and wrapped it in a cloth that sat in the drawer and untied me. My heart melted as he took a moment to make sure my wrist and ankles were alright. That was the one thing I had been learning was a major difference between a Dom, and a Master. Most Doms who were not serious about BDSM didn't really care much about what happened afterward and they left their subs to care for themselves. A true Master always cared about how his sub was feeling even if it was just being tired and wanting to rest.