Bdsm Short Novels & Stories

"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.

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

I was twenty the first time I truly stepped into the world of BDSM. It started, as many things do, with curiosity and hunger. I was two years out of a lifeless marriage and insatiably horny. At first, I thought it was just about being used. Tied up. Told what to do. But the more I read, the more I watched, the more I ached, I realized it wasn’t about the sex alone. It was about control, power, and trust.

I said irritably, and he shook his head, laughing at me. “I am what they call a Dom in BDSM, which is short for dominant.” “BDSM? That shit that mistreats women?” I felt my chest tighten. “No, it has nothing to do with mistreatment. Everything that happens is consensual, and it’s not the way you’re thinking.” He sighed. “That’s why I wanted to talk about this another time.” “No way. I want everything now!” I demanded. “The fundamental principle of BDSM is consent. The acronym stands for bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, and sadomasochism. In my case, I practice dominance and submission. I’m the Dom, and I have a sub.”

I moaned loudly, the sound of his body slapping against mine filled the room. “Argh …yes Nicholas ….faster …deeper,” I moaned, and he increased his pace. “Ahh, Amber …oh fuck me, Agnes.. I can't..” Heat pooled in my body as he kept pounding into me. My legs quaked on the bed, weak. I could feel warmth spread wildly throughout my body. My claws grew, my back arched off the bed. I snapped my eyes shut. He didn't stop, he pounded, faster, harder, his balls pressing against my asshole. A shiver ran down my spine with each trust, each slap.

I actually know exactly what I want, but I need her to want it too. She didn't answer right away, so I continued, “BDSM is all about consent. Do you remember how I explained that you would see some things, and they might seem a certain way? The person or bottom is having things done to them but they can stop at any time. They have a safe word. Just one word will stop everything.”

Her voice was playful, but there was an underlying curiosity that made me pause. “Are we talking fantasies in general, or are we getting into… specifics?” She blushed, but she didn’t back down. “Specifics. I’m curious.” I grinned, enjoying the way this conversation was unfolding. “Well, since we’re being honest… I’ve always been intrigued by BDSM.” Her brow furrowed, and I could tell she wasn’t entirely sure what that was. “BDSM?” “Yeah, you know… bondage, dominance, submission. It’s more about trust and control than anything else. It’s not as scary as it sounds, I promise.”

He asked with amusement dancing in his eyes. "Its BMDS. Bending Moment Diagram Solution. Oh my ..Aryan.. Your mind is full of........ Um.. Garbage. All you have in your mind is always sex and only sex." He chuckled and sat on the couch pulling me on his lap. "BDSM is not always about sex its about pleasure also. " He nibbled my earlobe. "I won't be surprised if you tell me you have done PhD on that. " He laughed his heart out. He looks more dashing when he laughs.

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.