Bdsm.stories Novels & Stories

On the other side of the screen, Father Dominic’s deep voice answered, low and calm. “How long has it been since your last confession, child?” “Two weeks.” I swallowed hard. “And I’ve been… bad. Really bad.” Silence. Then the soft sound of him shifting closer to the screen. “Tell me.” I closed my eyes. My fingers twisted in the fabric of my skirt. “I’ve been touching myself. Almost every night. Thinking about… you.” The words hung between us like smoke. I heard him inhale sharply. “Continue.”

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.

Not waiting for me to recover from the kiss, he turned me around, started kissing on my neck, then he bit me, hard, I screamed in pain and pleasure. He pushed me face down on the bed, torn my pajamas pants off, my ass on display for him. He smacked my ass so hard, I bit my lip to stop my moans, he massaged my bruised cheeks and then smacked it again. I whimpered. “ So responsive” he said still massaging my sore ass. I almost flew off the bed when his thumb made contact with my soaked clit. I was shaking with tears running down my cheeks.

She cried out as I rammed into her again. "You can cum when I ask you to." I stopped going slowly and slammed Into her at once, slamming my cock into her repeatedly. "Please... Just let me cum this once." She begged but it fell on my deaf ears. "I dare you to cum before I tell you, Aurora. You are going to regret it." I sneered, continuing to slam into her. She continued begging and when I was finally about to cum myself, I slowed down. "Cum." Her body trembled violently as she cummed hard around my cock. So hard that my own cum jumped straight out of me.

Just clear statements about what would happen if I agreed. You will submit completely. You will be restrained, used, degraded, and fucked in every hole. You will not come without permission. You will address me as Daddy or Sir at all times during scenes. Safe words: Red (stop), Yellow (check-in). Failure to use safe words when needed will result in immediate termination of the arrangement. There was more—detailed lists of acts he planned to perform. Bondage. Edging. Impact play. Anal training. Multiple orgasms. Orgasm denial. Throat fucking. The list went on.

Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire. They spent the next hour exploring every part of her, moving from the sofa to the soft rug on the floor. Her breasts were squeezed and kissed until they were flushed red, and her thighs were bruised from the grip of their hands. She felt like a queen in the middle of her own private storm. Every time one man finished, another was ready to take his place, keeping the fire burning bright. By the time the lights in the club started to dim and the morning was close, Layla was completely spent. She lay on the floor, her hair a mess and her body glowing with the remnants of their passion. The three men sat around her, lookin

he said with a smirk, handing me all the money he promised. He pushed me out onto the sidewalk naked, cum still glistening on my skin, shorts and top tossed after me. I stood there stunned, heart racing, pussy still throbbing, as the van sped. That was the wildest, steamiest thing I’d ever done and part of me already wanted to do it again.

Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties. The man watched hungrily, his own hand matching her rhythm as he stroked himself through his boxers. Mia hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She slowly pushed them down her hips, revealing herself completely to the stranger across the way. Completely naked now, she stood proudly, letting him see all of her. Her hand returned between her legs, fingers sliding through her wet folds. She gasped as she touched her bare clit, already swollen and sensitive. The stranger's eyes were locked on her hand as she began pleasuring herself in earnest.

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.

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