Best Bdsm Novels & Stories

“Helaine . . . do you trust me?” “I trust that you know what you’re doing.” Touring his apartment, it seemed evident that he ought to, anyway, by the way he seemed devoted to this kind of lifestyle. “You’re also paying me, so I’m willing to take that risk.” “You understand then. That’s exactly what I’m paying for.” His intense gaze trapped me in his eyes—it may never cease to amaze me the way he could shift from carefree to this at a moment’s notice. “As a rule, BDSM should only be performed with partners that have perfect trust in one another, but I don’t have any real desire to be that close to someone, emotionally speaking . . . ”

Jayden noted how Ethan seemed to be nervous, quickly changing the subject. "You can feel free to do whatever you would like now. If you have any questions, I will be in here." Ethan took that as the go ahead to leave so he did so, holding onto the folder in his hands tightly. He immediately went to the bedroom, laying down in the bed, and beginning to read over the papers. 'BDSM involves sexual acts that may include submission, domination, bondage, and S&M.' He paused in his readings, biting his lip as he reread what he had just read. Shaking his head, he continued to keep going in his reading.

“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?”

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."

She smiled in an attempt to cover her discomfort. "Research is fine. But you can't learn all you need to know by reading. As your Dom, my main responsibility is to keep you safe and secure. The basic tenets of BDSM are safe, sane, and consensual. As my sub, your chief goal would be to please me. You would need to be trained, you know. Cliche as it sounds, it's a journey, not a destination. If you decide to do this. We won't do anything we don't both agree to do ahead of time.

“The one who leaves bruises on your hips. The one who fucks you like he owns you.” Elara yanked her hand away. His cock stood half-hard now, thick and heavy. She stepped back until she hit the wall. “How do you know about that?” she asked, voice breaking. Dante sat up slowly. “I make it my business to know things. Especially about the only woman who can touch me without pain.” Elara’s heart hammered against her ribs. Wetness soaked through her panties. The fear should have made her run. Instead, it made her want to step closer.

“Take off your shoes and get comfortable. We’re starting your discipline tonight.” My voice came out shaky. “What… what kind of discipline?” He leaned down slightly, his deep voice right next to my ear. “The kind that bad girls like you secretly crave.”

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.

“On your knees where you belong. All that quiet attitude and you’re just another slut for my cock.” His words should have angered me. Instead they sent heat pooling low in my belly. I moaned around him, and Damien cursed, his grip tightening. “Keep making those sounds and I won’t last.” I sucked harder, swirling my tongue, letting him use my mouth. The basement filled with wet sounds and his heavy breathing. My own erection strained painfully against my jeans, humiliating and undeniable. Damien’s thrusts grew erratic. “Look at me,” he ordered. I lifted my eyes. Our gazes locked, and something raw passed between us. Hate. Need. Years of tension exploding in this one forbidden moment.

Then she coughs as some of her duck goes down the wrong way. .... No-one ever taught you not to speak with your mouth full.... "We wanted to be sure that you enjoy the 'SM' part of BDSM...." says James. She stares at him, looking clueless. ".... We wanted to be sure that you enjoy a moderate degree of pain, under the right conditions of course," he says, an edge to his voice. Moderate? He really laid into her… But she liked it.... .... revelled in it in fact.... She flushes at James' tone, realisation dawning across her face. "You mean we're going to some sort of club? A BDSM club?"