Bloody Caning Bdsm Novels & Stories

I sobbed and gripped the floor tiles, but I forced myself to push back against him. “Yes… keep going,” I whimpered. “I can take it. Fuck my ass harder.” He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back roughly while he sped up his thrusts. His heavy belly slapped loudly against my ass with every violent stroke. Blood kept flowing, dripping steadily onto the floor in small red puddles. “That’s it, bleed for me,” he panted. “Your tight little asshole is splitting open around my cock and you’re still begging for more. Good girl. Take every inch. I’m going to ruin this hole tonight.”

"Not done yet. Gonna keep you tied and fucked all day." Hours blur— he rebinds me in new positions: on my side, one leg hitched high; doggy with arms pinned behind; even suspended slightly from the headboard for standing fucks. Each time, BDSM amps it: wax drips on my skin (he melts a candle, hot trails on thighs and tits), ice cubes trailed over clamps, vibrator pressed to my clit while he takes my ass. Paddling between rounds, spanking until I'm sobbing, then soothing with his mouth.

Hole gaping, clenching on nothing. I lined up. Pressed the head against him. “Beg for it.” “Please, Mistress. Please fuck me. Please ruin me. I need it. I need you.” I thrust in hard. No easing. Halfway in one stroke. His scream cracked the air. I didn’t pause. Pulled back and slammed deeper. Again. Again. Until I bottomed out and his body was shaking violently beneath me. I fucked him mercilessly. Long, brutal strokes that slapped skin against skin. One hand fisted his hair, yanking his head back so his spine arched. The other reached under to flick the cage, reminding him he couldn’t come.

I said as I slowly starred the burning sensation from within. Adam took of his entire cloths and climbed on me, he opened my legs and slowly wet his hand with saliva. He was going to steam my pussy before his dick enters_ that's how he usually does it and I'd love if Lucas learns from this and readies my pussy for his dick... " Do you like this?". He asked me..

It throbbed painfully now—he couldn’t wait much longer. He reached down and carefully removed the clamp from her clit. Blood rushed back, making it even more sensitive. He started rubbing it gently with his thumb… slow circles at first, then faster. Her screams grew higher, almost deafening. Her body shook violently in the chains. “Fucking stop screaming,” he growled, voice rough. “You wanted this!” He gave her clit a light spank with his fingers… sharp but not too hard. The sting pushed her higher. She sobbed, tears running down her temples into her hair.

“I love being used like a dirty slut.” He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back until my throat ached. “Louder.” “I love being used like a dirty slut!” I cried out desperately. Satisfied, he slid his hard cock into me with one brutal stroke, filling me so deeply my moans could barely come out. The cuffs clinked as I clawed into the seat. He didn’t give me any time to adjust, slamming into me with an unrelenting force. Each thrust dragged me higher.

You want me marked. I reach blindly for the cane. I position it behind me and bring it down hard across my own ass. The crack is deafening. A perfect red line blooms instantly. I do it again. And again. Tears stream down my face, mixing with the drool, but I keep fucking myself on that monstrous cock, harder, faster, chasing the pain you demand.

What I’m sure of is this: before the end of tonight’s BDSM session, Nova is going to be a thing of the past, and my desire for violence and anarchy will be fully charged from the whips of Madame Ax and the vibe that comes with Conjoined whores. A few minutes later…. I could smell her arousal from the other side of the room as I watched detached, Madame Ax punishing her with words and whips, while instructing her not to orgasm. The scene unfolded like a boring, mute drama before me. No whip, no tool, nothing could make me hard like a mere sight or touch of My Nymph would have done. I picked up one of the crops and clamps as I made my way over. The rest of the night was unremarkable, even afte

When she saw that he wasn't present even after another hour had passed, she stood again and then sighted the door that leads to the BDSM room he took her to the last time. She walked towards it carefully and opened the door, on opening it, she saw the same materials she had seen then there the last time only that there were large pictures of how the process looked like. She saw pictures of a man flogging a woman in the ass, she saw pictures of a woman sitting on a man's face, the man seemed to be eating her out. She saw pictures of a woman tied to a pole and being fingered. She saw all sorts of erotic pictures that she couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation in her pussy.

The interior was plastered with beautiful grey sandstones along with carved shards of cream and yellow around the entire bathroom. Mason's lips mixed with my neck as he sucked my neck while his hand held the back of my nape. He slightly bit my neck creating a hickey before he rubbed his hardness against my clit. I shuddered and my body was already getting used to his impatience. I bit my lip hard to muffle my loud screams to the point I tasted my own blood. He entered me in one go and immediately began his brutal thrusts. There wasn't anytime he took me slow. It was all brutal and merciless. He was the full definition of a devil.