Bdsm Short Novels & Stories

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

I've told her I'm single so she must have assumed I'm lonely and sexually frustrated but she couldn't be father from the truth. You see, I'm into BDSM and go to a club called Club Sin. It's a night club dedicated to BDSM and is even fitted with a stage for live shows. I've been a member for years now and have become close friends to three people in particular: Marcus Carlisle. He is the owner of Club Sin and pretty scary when you don't know him. He's one of my closest friends and trained me to become a dominant when I first joined. We've had our fair share of sexual experiences together which included him topping me as a part of the training.

My hands went under the table to shift my panties to let air in. His chest was turning me on and just by looking at him I got so wet and sticky that I could smell my arousal in the air. What if he notices and smells it in the air? "I don't understand what you mean? Can you explain better?" I asked in my sexy voice and saw how his eyes sent me a seductive glare. "I'm into what they call B.D.S.M." He added. "I call it the thirst of freedom." "What? Thirst of freedom?"

A Slut For My Professor (2) “I guess I just want to understand… what BDSM really is. I mean, I know it has to do with submission and, um, dominance... and something about slaves?” My voice drops at the end. He chuckles softly, and his lips curve into a knowing smile. “Most people have a very limited idea of what BDSM really is,” he says. “They hear the word ‘slave’ and immediately think of control, pain, and abuse."

"That's why we're going to talk about it first. Really talk. No rushing, no pressure." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He nodded, swallowing hard. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Do you know what BDSM is?" I asked. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Bondage and... stuff," he said, his cheeks flushing. "I've seen things online. Movies. But I've never actually..." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "It's about trust," I explained, my thumbs rubbing circles on his knees. "About giving up control to someone you trust to take care of you. About pushing boundaries in a safe way. About experiencing pleasure and pain and everything in between."

“You’re mine now. My Omega. My mate. My good little slut. You beg for my cock. You scream when I knot you. You take every drop of cum I give you like it’s your fucking job. And now I’m going to teach you how to obey.” I panicked. Like, full-body Omega meltdown. “Damon, wait—BDSM sounds scary. I don’t even know what half of the letters stand for. I only know the D is for Dom, and I thought that was just a hot mafia name. “And the S might mean spanking, which, okay fine, but I’ve seen people tied up and blindfolded and gagged with, like, ropes and leather and zippers in places zippers should not be.

"Everything's a grown-up thing around here." Touché. I sat up straighter. "Okay. Listen. BDSM is… a form of intimacy. With different rules. It stands for bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, sadism, and masochism." Emily stared like I had just read the ingredients off a witch's cauldron, and Lily burst into a wheeze-laugh beside me. I sighed. "It's not as scary as it sounds." "So… people choose to do that stuff?" Emily asked slowly.

“Now, I want you to answer my questions without stuttering. If you stutter, I will get mad, do you want that?” “No.” She replied and he nodded as he tapped his fingers repeatedly on the table. “I will ask again. What was the book about?” “BDSM.” She replied sharply. “And what does it mean?” “Bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, and sadomasochism.” She replied and he nodded. “Good. What else do you understand about BDSM culture according to the book you read?”

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?

“But not tonight. Tonight you learn patience.” He stood up, towering over the kneeling man, and unbuckled his belt slowly. The sound made Kai’s hole clench. But instead of pulling out his cock, Damien simply freed it—thick, veined, nine inches of heavy, uncut meat that slapped against his abs. It hovered inches from Kai’s face, musky and intimidating. “You don’t get to suck it yet. You just get to look. Smell. Understand what’s going to wreck that tight virgin ass of yours before these ninety days are over.”