Hardcore Bdsm Punishment Novels & Stories

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.'

I moan loudly, and the men watching cheer. “That’s it, slut!” “Come on, give us a show.” The man stuffing my cunt is pounding me so deep he’s bottoming out. He’s hitting my cervix, but I find myself craving the pain. The harder I touch myself, the more the tension in my core grows. “I’m going to come,” I whisper. “Come for me, slut.” He pounds one last time into my cunt and fireworks of euphoria explode and rain over me. “Fuck,” he groans.

He was still standing there, gazing at me. Turning my head, I entered the room and proceeded to undress. Once completely naked, I retrieved the blindfold and knelt on the floor, anticipating the punishment I believed I deserved. He disliked punishing me; he rarely did it, given his aversion to the act. The creaking of the door signalled his arrival, and his hands clasped mine, lifting me and guiding me across the room.

to him now and he paid the old man handsomely for her. The couple kept her down in their cellar for three days, starving her and throwing ice water over her at regular intervals, she also found that they could move her around as the chains were hooked to rails on the ceiling. Twice a day she was dragged forward and beaten with things, first a paddle, then a riding crop and then a whip she was being trained for when the man took her into his world. They did not tell her this man wanted her as a Submissive, he was very into the BDSM scene and a member of a very exclusive club that only the very rich could join. He love

ACE Strike after strike, her ass became red from my whipping and it was the hottest sight ever. By the time I switched to massaging her ass, her moans were so rewarding and hot that my balls were already aching to be emptied into another of her holes. There was something about her that made BDSM feel more rewarding than punishing, maybe it’s because she derived pleasure from pain in a way that no other woman had, and it was such a maddening turn on. “Please,” she begged, wiggling her ass, so eager for more.

A lesbian couple explores dominance and submission when one breaks their rules. This leads to a raw and intimate moment of punishment and deep connection. Trigger Warning: This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. ****************** I came home from work early and found Tory naked in our bed, using the vibrator on her pussy. Instead of reacting right away, I took a moment to watch her. Her legs were spread wide, and she was pleasuring herself with a wild, carefree abandon I rarely saw. Usually, Tory was shy about this, but not now. I savored the sight of her misbehaving.

“Third offense, I presented you as my girlfriend. Yet, you kneel before a servant and allow everyone to look down on me for picking a weakling. Carla Dawson, you are only to obey me and no one else. Have I made myself clear?” “Y…Yes, Don.” “Good. Kneel to another person again, and I will break your knee.” “Y… Yes sir!” I am in so much pain right now, but I sure have learned my lesson. “Turn around for your next punishment.” My heart plummets as I guess what's about to happen. “These dildos would accompany you through the night. You're getting one in each hole. And the speed will be set at the highest. I hope it clears your mind.”

“There are rules to being a dominant, you will always do as I say, you will never say no to whatever I say during this three days or there will be purnishment. “ Purnishment? I asked. “ Yes, purnishments like flogging, cane or not even making you come when you are at your climax and you dare not try to masturbate except I tell you to. If you try it, you might be starve for doing that” “ What? She open her eyes wide? Are telling me all of this to discourage me? I asked.