Bloody Caning Bdsm Novels & Stories

I brought her to the front of the classroom and disposed of the fruit juice on her uniform. "Let me go bitch!" She shrieked. "Uh — wrong word," I said and slammed her head onto the teacher's desk. She screamed in pain and struggled against my hold. I guess bitch didn't know I learned kickboxing during the summer. I could pretty much hold my own, I did tell you. I dropped her onto the floor — into a puddle of her juice. With a satisfied smirk, I went back to my seat. I innocently stared at everyone's frozen face, including Seb. Good to know, I put on a show for them.

the whole shelf was decorated with Bondage rope , Spreader bars and yokes ,Collars , Anal hook , arm binder , Gags , bondage tape , Ankle Cuffs , Floggers , whips , paddles , canes , cat suit , chastity belts , Nipple Clamps , Pussy pumper. He took the red hanky and blindfolded her...she shook at his sudden blindfolding ....she said "Hey....darling what aaaaaah" ...she screamed because she felt a sudden force on her body....he threw her in bed with a force because she was calling him darling continuously ....

I was already shaking as I heard Emerald Earring cut in. "Time's up. 43." Another voice came online. "Ah, don't believe what 37 says. They won't let him use the really big needles, just the small ones that won't mark. But yeah, I've seen him make total pincushions of slaves before, just a sea of metal. That's not what I like, though. I like sandpaper burning your skin. I'll tie your tits until they are bulging and then sand those nipple tips until they are raw. Then I'm going to suck on them. And bite them, hard. And you're going to wish I had just stayed on your tits. Because there's all that tender, wet, pink stuff down below. You're going to hate it. I'll chain all those cunt rings back s

We use it for bondage now. MAD GHOSTS OF LuST 295 He fucked me harder and harder. The pain biting my nipples soared, leveled out and soared again whenever he knocked or twisted the clamps. He dug his fingers into my blood-suffused flesh. Colors bloomed behind my eyelids and when I was there, the colors were my world. Flickering clutches of coming pulled me into myself and flung me out. Inside and outside, all at the same time. Ecstasy escapes description; it’s like trying to package steam.

"You took me away from my parents, exposed me to this emotional torture and still, that isn't enough for you. Tell me Joel, what more do you want" Before I could react, he gave me a resounding slap which temporarily left me blinded. Soon, the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I spat, giving JG a hateful look. " You would be locked up here until you learn some manners" he said, rising up from his seat. "Do your worst" I said, staring into his hate filled eyes. He stared at me, giving me a sadistic smile. "On a second thought, I would like you to meet someone" he said, signalling to Lionel to open the door.

Both women were squirting now, hot clear fluid gushing around his cock and pooling on the floor, the wet sounds filthy and loud. Kien grabbed a bundle of silk threads and cracked them across their asses and bound tits, leaving bright red marks that made them scream and cum even harder, their pussies clenching and squirting with every strike. “Tell me your darkest fantasies,” he growled, pounding Hương Vy so hard her small body jolted forward with every thrust. Mai Linh gasped between moans. “I’ve always wanted to be taken like this… used roughly while the world falls apart around us… feeling completely helpless…”

I exclaimed, already imagining him tied up in chains while his boyfriend whips him. “How much do you know about it?” He asked. “Well, I have watched some videos on the internet and read a few things. I mean, who has never heard of bdsm these days?” I replied, trying to remember what I exactly saw. “I know it involves a lot of leather, whips, bondage and pain. Oh my goodness, are you into that? Is Grayson dominant? Like, does he tie you up and whip you and fuc..” Ahhh, just keep quiet, Jasper.” He whisper-yelled at me, quickly glancing back towards the open door.

I gasped. The cane came down again, slightly lower. “Two!” By the fifth stroke I was sobbing, tears running down my cheeks, but my pussy was dripping even more heavily. The mixture of pain and the constant touching from the strangers was driving me insane with need. A man knelt beside the bench and slid two thick fingers deep into my cum-filled cunt while the caning continued. He fucked me slowly with them, curling against my G-spot as Master Viktor delivered stroke after precise stroke.

She beamed before walking off away, leaving us alone once again. While I ate, Adam watched me and sipped his glass of wine. "What would you like to know about me?" The image of Adam's chest flashed through my mind. "I noticed there were burns and bruises on your chest. How were they inflicted? I can't figure it out." Adam smirked, and his eyes glowed with passion. "Do you know what BDSM is, Doctor?" "I know of it." "The bruises are from whips and the burns from a lighter." "Oh, I see."

“Pump another load into your best friend’s boy. Knock me up with your cum.” The dirty talk destroyed him. He fucked me like an animal, sweat dripping from his chest onto mine, balls slapping loudly against my ass. I reached between us and stroked my cock furiously. “I’m close—” I whimpered. “Cum for me,” he ordered, voice rough. “Then I’m breeding you again.”