Bdsm Short Novels & Stories

I let out a slight cough as I felt my very own self attacked by my heart beat, it had pumped more blood than it ought to in a second. I feel it thud hard at my chest, threatening to explode as I keep my gaze fixed to Lea. How come I'm already horny so soon even after we just had sex few minutes ago . "What type of fun darling? Let me give you a hint if there'll be fun, there would definitely be alcohol, a party and of course music but the most thrilling of it all girls …. It just spells four words BDSM"

“Sorry. I thought you’d bolt from the start.” “Did you want me to?” He sipped his drink. “Answering that takes some explaining. BDSM—it’s a game, but a serious one. Then you walked into my class with a vibrator on you, while edging you without knowing I was doing so, made me upset.” “I didn't plan to,” I said defensively.

Their presence radiated a calm confidence that made me sit up straighter. “Good evening,” Nadia said, her voice soft but firm. “Tonight, we’ll talk about etiquette. BDSM is more than what you see in movies. It’s built on mutual respect. ‘Safe, sane and consensual’ means we negotiate everything. Before play, we discuss desires, hard limits, soft limits. We set safe words—words or signals that can pause or stop a scene immediately.”

His eyes dropped to my tits, then lower, where my shorts clung wet between my legs. “Jesus. You weren’t kidding.” I grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand down. “Touch me. See for yourself.” He didn’t hesitate. Thick fingers slid under the waistband of my shorts, straight over my bare pussy—no panties, just soaked skin. Two fingers parted my lips, gliding through the mess, brushing my clit once. I gasped, hips jerking forward. “Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re drenched. So fucking wet.” Alex chuckled dark behind me, still teasing my nipples. “Told you. She gets like this when she wants something bad.”

He cracked his usual smirk. “Tonight. You’ll be punished my darling, as you’ll be rewarded for your due diligence,” he addressed as he walked around me to tower from behind. “What do you know about BDSM?” The question slipped out at the same time his hand gingerly worked on my zipper. BDSM? I’ve heard about it, and that’s just about the much I know about it. Which is basically nothing. “Torturous sex?” I asked the first label that came to my mind. Because with the view of this room’s setup and his cryptic nature, it’s only fair I arrived at that thought.

My balls feel as though they could explode again right now. “Oh you are bad! Hnnnnnsnnnnnnnrnrrrrr that feels good.” Natahsia says as my finger gets fucked deep into her ass. She’s moving at an incredible pace...much like that of a belly dancer. “He’s got his finger in my ass Kris!” she explains through tight clenched teeth. “Oh is that what you wanted? A good ass fucking?” Kristine says as she reaches back to grab my hand and pull it in harder.

"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.

he asked, fear and insecurity in his voice. "Welcome to the intentionality of emotional interaction. BDSM is so much more than just hot, kinky sex. You're willingly giving up control of your body. To me. There is a catharsis and vulnerability inherent in that. Good news, there's also higher highs when it comes to sex. Granted, those come with lower lows." I pressed my cheek to his head as he quivered and trembled in my arms. "You're experiencing the bottom out of emotional connection." He said nothing, just lay in my arms.

I whispered one more time, taking off the blindfold. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me over, pinning my hands above my head. “Who told you about BDSM elements?” “Jasmine mentioned it when we were in college,” I responded shyly. Damien released my hands and got up. I watched as he turned on the TV. Then he plugged in a flash drive and scrolled through the list of movies. He clicked on a particular movie titled Fifty Shades Of Grey. “You want us to watch a movie?” I asked, obviously surprised.

A slight trace of what I could only describe as rage, sat in his eyes. "I don't think you're aware of what you're saying," He snapped back, sinking a bit into his chair. "You haven't experienced anything within that room and yet you claim you're at peace. BDSM is not what you think it is. It isn't some fantasy world you've created in your head—"