Bdsm Short Novels & Stories

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 are in a Dom/sub relationship wh

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.

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” “You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” “Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?” “He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged. “What's a DOM?” “A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”

“I want to fuck that pussy and make you scream.. Tell me you don't want that.” But she didn’t. She couldn’t. The air between them was too charged, too full of things unspoken. Instead, she set her glass down slowly and whispered, “I do.” He moved closer then, and for a long moment, the world outside disappeared. “Do you know what BDSM is? “ he asked pushing her to the couch. “I guess… I don't understand what it truly is. I know it has to do with submission… dominance.. Slave” her voice dropped..

And if you don't know what this term means, you can look it up on the internet, my favorite is Wikipedia. "BDSM is a term created to encompass a group of freely consensual erotic practices that, in some cases, are considered a lifestyle. It is an acronym that combines the initial letters of the words Bondage, Discipline, Domination, Submission, Sadism and Masochism. It encompasses, therefore, a set of six interrelated erotic modalities linked to each other and linked to what are called alternative sexualities." I learned it by heart, at the time I got involved in this world. Many years ago. When I was foolish enough to fall in love with a Dom who wasn't looking for commitments beyond the bed

His name was Brice. "She's desperate to get laid, it's kind of pathetic," another guy added. "I'd sleep with her, but I'd have to tie her down first," a third guy chimed in, followed by laughter from the group. My nose flared, and my jaw tightened in anger. Ashton was engrossed in listening to Esther, but he couldn't help but notice a change in his physical sensations. His cheekbones grew sharper as he overheard a conversation nearby. "The whole BDSM thing is a total lie," a blond guy named Brice remarked, lying on the sheet. "Every time she gets involved in this capture the flag game, it's like she has an orgasm. Just watch her."

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. "

Kendrick's eyes closed, his body tensing as he neared his own release. He quickened up the pace, his hips moving like fast, as he slammed into her with full force that left her screaming. And finally Dr. Kendrick came, he lay on the bed breathlessly and looked at Bianca with a sly smile playing on his face. "You're a bad girl" he groaned and stood up, Bianca lay there looking tired and worn out.

She didn't know him, and yet, she seemed to defend him like she did. "But everyone does see me as the bad person anyway," Marcos' stomach lurched. "I'm sorry, I didn't —" "It's fine," She cut in. "But I'd need a favour from you, if you'd want me to keep taking the blame for you." Of course, she'd want something. "I need a Sub." He stared wide eyed in absolute confusion and innocence. "A... What?" "It is a short term for the word Submissive," Then she stared at him for a few seconds. "Have you never heard of bdsm before?"

"I always thought your type would be...a boring blue-collar guy." "Exactly." Brittany seconded. I shot them a flat look. "I'm touched, but really, you've got the wrong idea about Dante and me." "I heard from a girl who knew another girl he dated that Dante hits women." Betty said. "It's like a kink for him." Brittany held up a palm near her lips and whispered. "BDSM?" "Absolutely." Betty confirmed. "He probably has a room filled with ropes, toys and whips."