Hardcore Bdsm Punishment Novelas e Histórias

He begins to swirl the juices around my hole, and my thighs clench in response. “Do you know what happens to naughty girls who don’t listen, Autumn?” My entire body tenses as his finger slowly encircles my backdoor. My cunt is pulsing, swollen. More than anything, I want to rub my clit, but I know I’m in enough trouble as it is. “They get punished,” he continues, shoving his fingers deeper down my throat. “And because your perky little bum is already cherry red, I guess I’m going to have to punish you another way, won’t I?”

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.”

I suggest shakily. "No! And if you don't shut the fuck up, I will make sure your next client is a Dom!" I flinch. Having me over to a Dom was her new way of punishing me when I turned eighteen last year. A Dom who would have me chained to the bed post, gag my mouth, tape me to a standing mirror— any form of BDSM fucking, depending on how "skillful" the Dom is. Practically it is the worst form of punishment even to a numb hooker like me. I sigh dejectedly and stand up. "Give me that slot," she says, I hand it over to her and stalk out sadly.

“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.

Once I was secure, he then whipped me until I screamed and begged him to stop. He then turned me around and lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, pushed my back hard up against the wall and then thrusts his hips forward, entering me hard. He was fast, hard and rough before grunting and releasing inside me. He then drops me, turns me once more and then whips my back once more, making me scream and beg again, only this time he doesn’t stop until I have passed out. With this memory, his threat and the punishment he just gave me running through my head, I curl up tighter and allow the darkness of exhaustion and pain to engulf me.

His hands were firm and expertly, he must know how to please a woman and give her a fucking great time. He gritted his teeth and took his attention to my other breast, this time he pinched my nipple a little bit hard. When I winced, he smiled and pinched it again. He could punish me. I wanted something hard, violent and unforgiving. I wanted hard core punishment and domination, what Criss gave me was pure vanilla, he had tricked me into his bed and I was too aroused to leave when he told me the truth, but this man might live up to the standards.