Bloody Caning Bdsm Novels & Stories

When I pushed the door open, my mouth fell open. It was a full-on BDSM room. Black walls, dim red lighting, a big padded bench in the middle, chains hanging from the ceiling, a St. Andrew’s cross against one wall, shelves full of toys, whips, paddles, ropes, vibrators, plugs, everything. My eyes went wide. I had been fucked by three guys at once, but this? This was on another level. I stood there frozen, imagining all the positions he could put me in, all the ways he could use me. My pussy clenched hard just looking at it.

he continued, ripping my clothes with his bare hands, exposing my erect nipples. My breath came in sharp gasps as my eyes met the ground. Deep down, I didn’t want to go through the pain of another master, yet I still wanted to be sold. I pressed my lips together. “She’s pretty, truly, she can be useful in bed,” a man suddenly said. “I will pay two hundred grams,” a man bid. My hand clenched hard as the bids continued until it fell on the round-bellied man. “Going once, going twice sol-”

M. Search. The results flooded the screen. Definitions. Articles. Psychology forums. Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism. I scrolled past the Wikipedia entries. I clicked on the "Videos" tab. My heart hammered against my ribs. I felt like I was opening a door to hell. I clicked on the first thumbnail. A woman was kneeling on the floor. She was naked, wearing a leather collar. Her hands were tied behind her back with thick, intricate ropes. A man faceless, dressed in a suit stood over her.

My long hair clung to my damp skin, trailing between my breasts, carrying the faint scent of my soft, floral shampoo. He took me in the most primal way possible. His strength was overwhelming, unstoppable. All I could do was endure, obeying every command he barked at me. My fists clenched tightly, my freshly painted red nails digging into my palms so hard they left trails of blood. Ethan’s hands roamed relentlessly over me. Sure, he couldn’t walk—but his dominance, his sheer presence, was flawless. The pain was unrelenting, a destruction that seemed to have no end. When it finally reached its peak, I found myself letting out a long, broken sob. A red stain bloomed on the white sheets beneath

I came again, squirting messily around the massive dildos, my body convulsing so hard I thought the chains might give out. Sameal didn't stop even with my cries, he kept pounding the larger dildo into my pussy with brutal speed, tugging the clamps, slapping my ass, until I was a shaking, drooling mess.

1 - Hard Limit (Not willing at all) 2 - Not interested 3 - Neutral 4 - Like It 5- Love it Bondage Blindfolds — 5 Bondage (heavy) — 4 Bondage (light) — 5 Leather restraints — 4 Chains — 3 Ropes — 3 Cuffs (leather) — 4 Cuffs (metal) — 3 Gags — 4 Suspension — 2 Impact/Percussion Spanking — 4 Flogging — 4 Whipping — 2 Canes — 3 Belts — 2 Riding crops— 2 Cat-o-nine — 2 Wooden paddles — 3 Full body beating — 1 Hair pulling (receiving) — 4 Hair pulling (giving) — 4 Face slapping — 2 Sexual activity Oral sex (giving) — 5

“Do not piss on my bed. I have a large pitcher for that. I will connect any piss from this afternoon’s session that doesn’t go into mine or Gabriel’s or your mouth.” “I’m going to use the rods on you this afternoon, before Dominic introduces you to blood play,” Gabriel says. “You are not allowed to cum until one of us gives the order.” My hands are cuffed behind my back by Dominic, who caresses my back and ass before pressing his clothed body against my naked one and whispering in my ear. “You make such a good little bitch, but now I;m going to make you bleed for me and that gets me really hard, can’t you feel it?”

The blade buried itself deeply, as blood began to flow, a vivid crimson that marred her skin and the pristine sheets beneath her. Her muffled screams, stifled by the gag, filled the room, a stark, haunting reminder of the violence unfolding. Her hands and feet, bound to the bed, struggled in vain. The sight was gruesome – the flow of blood, the stark contrast against her pale skin, a vivid portrayal of the grim act I had been coerced into committing.

Like a rope-cutting blade police officers kept with themselves. "If this still looks fake, then maybe this will tell you that I'm not lying." Zara turned around and pushed down her pants. Once again, Cole turned his face from it, and yet, his gaze returned on its own because looking away felt more painful than facing it. Zara's bútt was crimson from wild slapping— oh no, not from hand slapping. But from something like barbed BDSM’ equipment that would cause puncture in the skin and leave the skin around it inflamed.

I felt apprehensive just thinking about it. "Hang you from the wall for all to see? Do you think you might like it? Humiliation and degradation are kinks that many in the BDSM community enjoy." Before I could answer, he stepped closer to me and put his hands underneath my shirt, slowly sliding up until he was holding my breasts. "Right now, I'm not interested in sharing your body with anyone." He lifted my shirt off and threw it to the floor, then he pressed me to the glass window in front of me until my face and breasts were smashed against it. I had to place both my hands on the glass to brace myself for what was to come.