Bdsm Novels & Stories

I exclaimed, already imagining him tied up in chains while his boyfriend whips him. “How much do you know about it?” He asked. “Well, I have watched some videos on the internet and read a few things. I mean, who has never heard of bdsm these days?” I replied, trying to remember what I exactly saw. “I know it involves a lot of leather, whips, bondage and pain. Oh my goodness, are you into that? Is Grayson dominant? Like, does he tie you up and whip you and fuc..” Ahhh, just keep quiet, Jasper.” He whisper-yelled at me, quickly glancing back towards the open door.

"I can't believe we're talking about this." Amy laughed. "Well believe it, because you and Scott will have to have this conversation." "This is what I don't get. Why do people talk about this stuff? It's so embarrassing. Why don't they just, you know…go with the flow?" "Because BDSM is about safe, sane, and consensual. And it can't be any of those things without communication." Jackie took in what Amy said and slid her a sidelong glance. "How do you know all this?"

Somehow, the sincerity of her hurt and disappointment was touching a part of me. I was angry, partly because her words hurt me. "Who the fuck do think you are? you watch your stupid mouth when you talk to me! By the time I'm done with you, you'll know who's the boss" I said, deciding to get to work on her. The little bitch had found a way to unravel me and I didn’t want that. I know I’m always at my best devoid of emotions. I unclasped her bra and started playing with her nipples and watched her move her upper body around to avoid my touch. "The more you struggle the better and, the sweeter it is, stupid bitch" I said and I moved my hand under her skirt and found her wet already. "Oh, who wo

“but wait, I always saw that emblem on your door? What does that mean?” “Oh, That. I was a member of the BDSM group. I adore and love BDSM. My previous… uh this sounds awkward—” “Sex partners?” “Yeah. Um. I indulged them in things like that. Seeing blood while having sex is making me damn turned on, baby. Like if I can punch, molest, leave bruise, scar and make that person cry as I fuck him. It feels heaven to me. The way they cried and how they whimper to stop makes me more to fuck them hard. I was used to that kind of sex, so, uhm yeah,” he said.

But I notice how she averts her gaze and stares at her fingers when she mentions my preferences and restraining. I hit the overview of BDSM, which is the category where restraining falls. I try to explain that while I enjoy a little of that lifestyle, meaning blindfolding, a little tie down, a little spanking. I do not enjoy the bigger aspects like caning, whipping, suspension, gagging. All of those don’t interest me, at all.

I shrugged as her eyes lingered too long on us- on me, her thoughts visible on her face like neon lights. “Welcome Sirs” Her voice was flirty and when she stood up to offer us seats, her derriere looked too enormous to be natural. We sat down immediately, without saying anything else. She smiled back at us again before taking her place behind her desk. “What would you like to see tonight?” She asked us. “We don't know, let's just say we came for sightseeing” Sean grinned. “Okay, so, for this evening only, we offer a mix of BDSM activities” She went over to our table and handed each of us a pamphlet. “Here are the basics of it; if you're looking for more, here'

Killian finally spoke, watching the stage and the red-haired girl on it as he sipped his cocktail. "What's going to happen to her?" I had no idea when that question slipped out of my mouth. It was so startling seeing something like this and I honestly didn't know how to feel. "B.A.D." "What does that mean?" "Bondage and discipline." My heart stopped for a mere second. "It's a BDSM power play." He continued, taking another casual sip. "Having another person control your pleasure, training you to obey, follow rules, disciplining you if you fail to follow instructions, and so on."

"And what does that mean?" "Do you know what BDSM means, love?" She looks at me with two dilated blue pupils and denies it with her head, completely surrendered. "It means Bondage, Discipline, Domination, Sadism, Submission and Masochism. I think you already know some of these words." I say, and she shakes her head again. I smile. "Is there anything you don't know? "I tease, curious to know to what extent the drink has entered her system and how much I'm going to find out about it.

I pressed my body into the door, dread washing over me. He walked over with authoritative steps, his eyes unsettling, stripping away every layer of my composure. Each step echoed in my head, making my lungs forget to breathe. He stopped two steps away from me, the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt showing his forearms as he murmured, “Is my little thing afraid?” His words landed making shiver run through my body. I just wanted to get away. My hands shook, anxiety rising. His lips curled cruelly, enjoying my misery. “You know BDSM stands for Bondage, Discipline, Dominance, Submission, and Sadism Masochism,” he whispered, walking closer. His hot breath made me pres

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.