Bdsm.stories Novels & Stories

He nods to where James, Michael, and Charlotte are now deep in conversation with the strangers. "Come on." I take him by the hand, showing him around; the pool and jacuzzi, occupied by people in various stages of nudity; the cage, which right now contains a girl in a leather harness on her knees and offering her open mouth to passersby. One man stops, pushing his semi-erect cock at her while his friend stands by to watch. In the orgy room, the vast bed, easily large enough to take twenty or thirty people is unoccupied. The evening is yet young.

Some were flat-chested and well-packaged women. There were also lesbian duos and even threesomes, and he was involved in them all. He had amazing sex that week, and what made it even better was the fact that he knew Amanda was recording all his sessions. He discovered that there was a different type of orgasm that came with being watched during the act. Halloween was coming up, and Amanda was busy setting up her usual events. The store always organized a BDSM masked show every Halloween. Since Amanda always had to maintain top-notch privacy about her clients and their business, the other activities carried out in the store were always kept secret.

I know exactly what I told her. “You said that you would bend me over, and fuck me from behind like I deserved. You said that bad little girls need to be punished by their Daddies. I’ve been a bad, bad girl. So, what are you going to do to me, Daddy?” She knows exactly what she’s doing. Maybe it’s the atmosphere of the night, maybe it’s the darkness. I don’t know what it is, but I snap. My mouth is crushing down on hers. My fingers are tangled in her hair, and pulling her closer towards me.

He just grabbed my waist and started controlling my body as he kept slamming non-stop into me from below. I grabbed his knees and tried to steady myself, but the pain was too much and he just kept slamming his cock in and out of me from underneath, his grip on my waist tightening as he kept hammering up into me relentlessly, each thrust forcing my body upward on his lap before he'd yank me back down, over and over, without pause, without mercy, like he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

For in the heart of the city that never sleeps, two souls stood poised on the precipice of destiny, their fates entwined in a dance as old as time itself. This is the story of Cadence and Alberto, where love and BDSM collide in a symphony of ecstasy and pain, forging bonds that defy the constraints of convention and expectation. And as their journey unfolds, the world watches with bated breath, eager to witness the union of two souls bound by destiny and desire. TRIGGER WARNINGS:- - BDSM Elements - Explicit Sexual Content - Power Imbalance - Emotional Manipulation - Violence - Dark Romance - Rough Language - Family Pressure - Trauma TROPES:-

The more she read, the more she realized that BDSM was not merely a physical act; it was a complex interplay of trust, communication, and mutual understanding. Hours passed, and Lily found herself navigating a labyrinth of information, her head buzzing with a myriad of terms and concepts. She discovered that BDSM was not just about bondage, dominance, submission, and sadomasochism. It was a spectrum of desires, fantasies, and boundaries, woven into a tapestry of connection and consent.

I shrugged as her eyes lingered too long on us- on me, her thoughts visible on her face like neon lights. “Welcome Sirs” Her voice was flirty and when she stood up to offer us seats, her derriere looked too enormous to be natural. We sat down immediately, without saying anything else. She smiled back at us again before taking her place behind her desk. “What would you like to see tonight?” She asked us. “We don't know, let's just say we came for sightseeing” Sean grinned. “Okay, so, for this evening only, we offer a mix of BDSM activities” She went over to our table and handed each of us a pamphlet. “Here are the basics of it; if you're looking for more, here's some information that might he

I nodded slowly, as I started to feel a little uneasy about the situation. "So, the thing we are doing right now is," he continued, leaning forward slightly. "BDSM. Bondage. Dominant. Submissive. Masochist. Sadist. It's a form of erotic power exchange where one partner takes on a dominant role, controlling the other partner's actions and movements through various forms of bondage or restraint.

“I love black holes.” I squirmed in my seat. “What are you doing?” I looked around. We were near the back of the planetarium with no one around them, but we were still in public. When I felt Kai’s hand slide inside my pants, his fingers finding my wet folds, I let out a hiss. I gripped the armrests as he slipped up and down my slit. “Kai, we shouldn’t do this. Not here.”

, I whispered as I tucked my lip between my teeth, gathering my thoughts. "What—", he asked. "BDSM, I want you to dominate me", I said quietly.