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Somehow, the sincerity of her hurt and disappointment was touching a part of me. I was angry, partly because her words hurt me. "Who the fuck do think you are? you watch your stupid mouth when you talk to me! By the time I'm done with you, you'll know who's the boss" I said, deciding to get to work on her. The little bitch had found a way to unravel me and I didn’t want that. I know I’m always at my best devoid of emotions. I unclasped her bra and started playing with her nipples and watched her move her upper body around to avoid my touch. "The more you struggle the better and, the sweeter it is, stupid bitch" I said and I moved my hand under her skirt and found her wet already. "Oh, who wo

"My understanding is she does train males to be subs as well. Master said he saw one there went he was learning how to be a Master. He was in a cage lapping his food from a dish. We've both seen male sex slaves at a BDSM club we visited." "I didn't get much eating done, so let's eat before we do that again. I'm suddenly starving," Regina said. "We're always hungry. Good sex burns a lot of energy." "No wonder I'm never hungry." We all finished our meal and had another glass of wine before retiring to the bedroom. "Lisa can pleasure you as I did," I said, "or if you want to get undressed, I'll lick and suck your breasts while she's licking your cunt." Without a word, she began removing her clo

A slight trace of what I could only describe as rage, sat in his eyes. "I don't think you're aware of what you're saying," He snapped back, sinking a bit into his chair. "You haven't experienced anything within that room and yet you claim you're at peace. BDSM is not what you think it is. It isn't some fantasy world you've created in your head—"

I was twenty the first time I truly stepped into the world of BDSM. It started, as many things do, with curiosity and hunger. I was two years out of a lifeless marriage and insatiably horny. At first, I thought it was just about being used. Tied up. Told what to do. But the more I read, the more I watched, the more I ached, I realized it wasn’t about the sex alone. It was about control, power, and trust.

He said. "You showed her your dungeon?" I asked him with a surprised face, that place was built for playing with our mistress who has since retired and decided to be an author. She writes about the BDSM world and what really happens. I think that she is trying to show people that what we do might be for everyone but that it doesn't mean it is wrong.

he ordered. Pamela was unable to speak since her breath was really short. This was not what she planned for her and her father’s best friend but the experience was the most erotic she had ever been through. Pamela had pictured them tangled in a comfortable soft bed, making passionate love slowly rather than leaned over a piano. He easily thrusted two fingers into her dripping cunt and unzipped his pants. Then, he grabbed his dick and began massaging it between the cheeks of her ass up and down.

“Okay, fine. He had me bent over the couch in the open area for half the night. Fucked me so deep and slow at first, then got rough when I told him to, he pulled my hair, choked me just enough, made me squirt all over the floor while people watched. Then he flipped me and made me ride him until my legs gave out. I think I left claw marks on his back. Worth it.” I laughed, the sound bubbling up light and free. “Look at us…three walking disasters who finally got properly dicked down. My ex could barely last thirty seconds and here we are, limping like we ran a marathon on dick. I’m never going back to quick, boring sex again. From now on, it’s rough, tied-up, make-me-scream-or-don’t-bother sex

“No one’s ever put it like that before. Not my exes. Not even my therapist.” “Most people don’t think about sex as anything more complicated than missionary versus doggy style.” He shrugged. “But you saw my nightstand. That’s just the shallow end of the pool.” “Should I start with Fifty Shades of Grey?” I asked, my voice half teasing, half desperate. “No.” He laughed, a warm rumble. “That’s terrible research. If you want to learn, I’ll give you better books.” “BDSM?” “Sexuality. Behavior. Safe practices. Power dynamics. Consent.” His hand slid higher, cupping my hips, pulling me down so that his arousal pressed hard against the slick heat at my center. His face hovered inches from mine. “Kno

“but wait, I always saw that emblem on your door? What does that mean?” “Oh, That. I was a member of the BDSM group. I adore and love BDSM. My previous… uh this sounds awkward—” “Sex partners?” “Yeah. Um. I indulged them in things like that. Seeing blood while having sex is making me damn turned on, baby. Like if I can punch, molest, leave bruise, scar and make that person cry as I fuck him. It feels heaven to me. The way they cried and how they whimper to stop makes me more to fuck them hard. I was used to that kind of sex, so, uhm yeah,” he said.

Tiana grinned. "So now there is normal sex and bae sex?" I mumbled glancing at them. Lexi facepalmed shaking her head, Rosalyn, Lisa and Tiana were laughing. "What has Vladivostok been teaching you? You know what, Vladivostok would be in a better position to tell you what BDSM is, right ladies?" A wide grin spread across Tiana's face as she turned to her four counterparts. "Yeah," they nodded agreeing with her. They were enjoying mocking me and Leila. It wasn't a crime that I didn't know all kinds of stuff about sex as much as they did.