Bdsm Short Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

Bella’s eyes widened, and her hand trembled slightly as she brought it to her chest, feeling a sudden heaviness. She stared at Damian, her expression a mix of shock and intense curiosity. ‘W-what?” Her voice wavered. Damian’s gaze softened, understanding the effect of his words. “As you know, BDSM is a sexual disorder. His sexual disorder... it’s connected to his traumatic past,” Damian explained, his tone gentle yet firm. “Please, tell me more. I want to understand,” Bella urged, her voice eager yet cautious.

Marcus smirked as he settled into the sofa, man spreading like a king watching his entertainment. I didn’t have time to focus on him as her hands grazed over my panties, making me jolt back. She teased my clit through the fabric, pressing just enough to make me squirm. Marcus’ voice cut through the haze. “Do not let her come.” The woman smirked. “Cruel, I love that.” Her hands travelled up my stomach, cupping a handful of my breasts. She punch my nipple hard enough to make it stand erect, prompting a soft moan from my lips.

“How do you intend to do that?” She bluffed and laughed at me. “Hmm, have you heard of BDSM?” “Like Masochism and Bondage stuff?” “Yes. Bondage, Masochism, Dominance and Sadism.” “Hmm, i an not sure those are good ideas.” “You would enjoy them, trust me and you would learn so much about these types of sex.” “Does it hurt?” “It is gonna be a bitter sweet feeling and we would take it one by one.” “What one should we start from?”

He was never late. I leaned back slowly, taking deep breaths to calm the heat burning in the pit of my stomach as fragments of my research replayed inside my head. BDSM contracts. Consent. Dominants. Submission. Orgasm denial. The words alone had kept me awake half the night. And the truly terrifying part? If Maxwell asked, I knew I would give him almost anything. Actually I would give anything. The realization made my cock twitch hard beneath the table, I squeezed my thighs together.