Lesbian Bdsm Novels & Stories

she said and I felt a rush of heat pool in my stomach and I’d have squeezed my thighs together if I wasn’t standing. “Isn’t that like bdsm?” I asked and she shook her head. “No. Far from it. Bdsm kind of involves a sub and a dom and a lot of other things. This is just different,” she muttered and I hummed, all the wheels in my brain turning. “Here. Lingeries,” Shay pointed out and I stared at the section filled with different lingeries, shapes, sizes and colors. I licked my lips. “Where can I get the cuffs and blindfolds?”

Beth smiled and moaned at Linda and her own depravity and taboo desires actually made all of the details more exciting. Beth tightened her grip on the headboard as her orgasm neared. The older woman was so turned on and horny that she was practically shaking already. The blonde mother was practically abusing her large breasts and nipples in her haze of ecstasy. She had always loved adding a bit of pain to her lesbian pleasure, a love that Linda had enthusiastically provided her. Beth had no doubt that her daughter was at this very moment enjoying Linda's penchant and love of lesbian domination.

This is going to be an unforgettable experience," he assured her, his deep voice resonating with confidence. "I want to show you a different kind of pleasure, one that will push your boundaries and ignite your senses." Isla's curiosity mingled with a hint of fear as she took in the surroundings. She had always been open to new experiences, but the idea of BDSM was uncharted territory. Liam's intense gaze, filled with desire and a hint of Alpha dominance, sent a rush of warmth between her thighs.

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

Libia grabbed her phone, and when she looked at the screen, she realized it was exactly two in the morning. Lison seemed very still, as if he hadn’t moved from his spot all night. The encounters with him were always otherworldly. From the first time they were together, she openly showed her masochistic tendencies. She genuinely wanted to heal and put effort into it, but Tiodor was the kind of man she shouldn’t get involved with, which only made her more infatuated with the idea of being his heroine, the woman who would bring him back to the right path.

She halts to a stop and watches the lady as if she's everything to her "Are you a bad girl Lilly" pencil skirt asked. She starts to run her heel up and down Lilly's folds "Yes," Lilly whispers and the pencil skirt looks at her with amusement. Girls dressed like the girl Trixie walk onto the stage with a chair, ropes, and whip things. Is this BDSM like the shit in books? Am I watching a BDSM thing? Oh fuck I'm watching a BDSM show with two girls

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

His cock swelled further, veins starting to stand out along the length. “You like this?” she asked, pressing harder. “My heels crushing your useless cock?” “Yes,” Dante groaned. “It hurts so good.” Elara felt powerful. The rush made her head spin. She lifted one heel and brought it down again with more force. His balls flattened under the pressure. Dante’s hips jerked but the chains held him open. “Look at you,” she said. “The big dangerous man, chained up and leaking for his doctor. Pathetic.” She slapped his balls lightly with her fingers, then pressed her heel down again. Dante’s cock grew thicker, now fully semi-erect. The head glistened with more precum.

When had paddling a sub’s ass become a chore? Damien struggled to keep his boredom hidden. The sub tied to the spanking bench deserved his full attention. Anything less was an insult. “How are you doing, Lila?” he asked, putting the paddle aside. Lila was one of the waitresses at Club Obsidian. Since moving to the city, Obsidian had become like a second home to Damien. His old friend, Marcus Hale, owned the BDSM club. “I’m good, Sir,” she murmured, letting out a soft sigh as he ran his hands over her bottom.

Now I was twenty-eight, broke, and desperate enough to work in a place like this. Lexi told me about Velvet Dominion three weeks ago. An elite underground BDSM club where the richest people in Lagos came to fuck and dominate in total secrecy. The money was insane if you let them play with your body. I cried the first time she said it. Then I cried again when the power company threatened to disconnect my light. So here I was. The stairs went down deep. The air grew thicker with every step,perfume, sweat, pussy, and that sharp smell of leather. Madam Elara waited for me at the bottom. Sharp cheekbones, red lips, black dress that looked painted on.