Hardcore Bdsm Punishment Novels & Stories

I ask sternly as I hold his hips tightly to hold him still. "I'm sorry Master, it came out of nowhere please forgive me!" He begs as his body trembles with fear. I sit up and keep Mason on my dick as he anticipates a punishment from me. I lean to his ear and his body tenses up. "Such a bad slave, I think you deserve a punishment for that. How about I don't let you cum for a week? Or I could whip you until you're bruised? What about an electrical dildo, those really hurt. Although you'd like that wouldn't you slut? You love the pain I give you," I whisper in his ear as his body reacts to me, his hole clenching around me as I list off punishments.

I smiled shyly. "Do you still like me after knowing this?" He asked, worried. "Yes, I still like you. Being in a BDSM relationship is not a crime that I'll hate you." "You still want to be with me?" He asked in disbelief. "Yes." I smiled and nodded at him. "I'm not gentle on the bed, Anushka. I don't make love, I fuck hard, very hard. I like to dominate and test the limits of girls on the bed. I like to punish them, order them." I gulped the lump down my throat, but his words excited me sexually.

She closed her eyes tightly. "I do BDSM, honey." She woke up and looked at me in surprise. "Oh God, so you use these things to hurt and pleasure women?" I just nodded. "But why?". "It's because I love it. I get pleasure when I see them hurt. It feels like I'm dominant to them like I own them. Everyone I let in here I can follow, if they won't follow my order, I will punish them." "And you use it to punish them," she asked me again.

This was what I needed for the next part of her punishment to work. And I went back to my former position, pulled the dildo out. And smashed it right back up to the part where it was wet, marking where she could be penetrated the deepest. This time, I heard a cry. But not a ‘no.’ The dildo went in and out, fast and harsh, to bring pain and not pleasure. And she continued to cry. She came. And came. No ‘no.’ No pulling back. Her hand tried to reach for me, I pulled my leg back. There was a sob. But the dirtier I treated her, the more cum that I could squeeze out of her. Until she would believe it would kill her. There would be no stopping this until that point when she stopped it herself beca

I ask him. “Yes, Miss Gaard. Today I want you completely bare.” When they are all the way off he starts my punishment. The slaps are harder than ever but through the pain I feel a sense of calm engulf me. The only thing that matters is his hand that rains down hard on my ass. I cry out from the pain, but I never beg for mercy.

I scolded myself. “I’m more of a pistol person, but I feel like this is a special occasion, so let’s make it more fun. What do you think about a knife?” I didn’t say anything, and as a punishment, a slap landed on my clit. I whimpered. Pain and pleasure fought for attention. “Whatever you say,” I mumbled, too scared to actually think about my options. “Oh, come on, puppy, don’t be indecisive. That’s not a good trait.” As if I cared.

I screeched, fear slowly claws its way in. He brings out a box, opens it and my jaw drops at it's content. A box filled with all kinds of BDSM materials. A mouth gag, a whip, fluffy red handcuffs, a collar chain, and a bunch of other things I couldn't name. He exchanged the belt with the cuffs, spreading my arms and cuffing each one of them to both sides of the bed. “Choose the one you would prefer I use as your punishment,” He said, his eyes dark and intimidating.

I suppose all those BDSM movies had finally paid off. “For every strike, I want you to apologize,” he said, and then his palm came down against my backside. The pain shot straight through me. He struck again and again while I apologized between each one. By the time he was done, I was already in tears, my bum so sore that even the thought of standing hurt. Before I left the red room, he said, “No cumming for one week.” I was too angry and in too much pain to process anything. I walked straight to my room and cried until there was nothing left.

“Still trying to memorize the room for her article.” They laughed softly. Then the punishment began. Knox started with the belt. Heavy, wide leather that cracked across my ass and thighs until I screamed. Each strike left fire in its wake. Tears streamed down my face, but my pussy dripped shamelessly onto the mat below. After twenty he moved to my back, my breasts, the tender insides of my thighs. I lost count at fifty, floating in pain that blurred into pleasure. Julian took over next. He attached weighted clamps to my nipples and clit, then added more weight until I sobbed openly. Every tiny movement pulled agony through me. He stood in front of my face, cock in hand, stroking slowly.

Then he strokes his free hand down my body, pushing the sheet down as he does so. 'You like it rough, don't you, Principessa? Of course you do, that bastard Santino is into BDSM. He likes to whip his girls. So you'll enjoy this.' He pinched my nipple between his fingers, then twisted it hard, making me scream out in pain. 'That's right, baby, scream for me.'