Masochism Novels & Stories

Only the most powerful ones could fight the urge to show submission. In my fascination with the man’s strength, my natural instincts to run away, screaming bloody murder, were dimmed, and I even lacked the common sense to drop my gaze. What was more aggravating was that I felt the masochistic desire to see his face just then, to get a taste of real power, and thus of real fear. Boy was I messed up!

I looked at V with tears streaming down my face. "Rosa, I know what you are feeling. But Xavier is really a dangerous man. He is a PSYCHOPATH, Rosa. He had killed numerous people. He murdered everyone who had ever tried to keep you away from him. Being a Mafia is not a big deal but being a Psycho Mafia is one. He had killed my best Agents. Nick, Mark, Rebecca, Jennie, Katherine, Leon and...." I looked up at him. I grabbed his collar in frustration.

Master Hero exclaimed as if protesting on limiting his ejaculation. "Your case is a sexual disorder, Hero. You have satyriasis, a hypersexual condition like a nyphomaniac for female term. You have excessive sexual craving, a very high appetite for sex. You're very young, it is normal to have hypersexuality at your age but in your case it's excessive. You are lucky to have girlfriend that could understand you and willing to quench your insatiable sex drive. Maybe we can still try to cure it. Try to have many masturbation before meeting her. Divert your attention to other things. Do you fancy other women for sex?" Dr. Ellis explained to Master Hero.

The room was dim, with a single candle illuminating the best it could, and I saw something poking out from the layers of blue and white. I strode up to it cautiously and touched it, only for it to crinkle against my fingers and fall to the floor. It all came back to me now and I picked it up, my hands shaking, my nose filled with the smell of his perfume that seemed to come from the paper. “I will read it and throw it out,” I said under my breath, slowly unfolding the crisp quarters to see a contract. “Proposal for a Dominant and Submissive Relationship?” The candle flickered and I moved closer to the golden glow to see the letters better. Dominant? Submissive? Hard limits? Soft Limits?

There was nothing that mattered but cock. Then Mason -- the huge, blonde-haired, massive-muscled man I had seen fucking the slave-boy in the wooden frame -- emerged from the crowd, and I saw him looming over me. His cock was as big as Kirios' cock, and I knew it would be the biggest I had taken yet. But I had no time to gather myself, no moment to mentally prepare, because as soon as Sam had pumped his load into my ass, Mason was taking hold of me. He flipped me over onto my tummy again and braced me against the bed. Two other men took hold of me and pinned me down, holding me in place. And then I felt the biggest, thickest cock I had yet taken, beginning to press into my poor, tight little

He paid for the entrance fee and picked out his Doms before he followed them to one of the private rooms and stripped naked. This was him, someone, who needs to feel the pain. One might say that Sloan was a masochist but on the inside, his disappointment grew strong. It was not about control for him, because Sloan craved punishment. He needed this, he needed this before he could plaster on a happy face tomorrow at work. Just like every other day. He had always been a happy guy, even to his family. No one knows what's going on in his fucked up mind. No one except himself.

"Beyond that, the brain starts releasing a great amount of endorphins and dopamine that protect from suffering. They call this 'subspace'. Masochist submissive become addicted to this numbing cocktail and always want more. However, the dominant must realize that at a certain point, the submissive is so numb that she can't stop. He must handle that and know when to stop." She makes a funny expression, widening her eyes. "Is it like a drug?" "Yes, but natural. I don't recommend it." I take a sip of my wine. "This is madness." "But it exists. You'd be amazed by what exists in humanity." "I can imagine. Can I see your room?" "Unfortunately not. You might fall in love." I smile behind my wine gla

No matter how much I try to tell myself I hate this, I know it's not true. Ever since last week when he took my virginity like a savage animal, I've been secretly craving this. Contact with the man I ran away from. With the man I tried to avoid. It doesn't matter how much I try to run from the truth, it's going to try harder to resurface. I'm a masochist, a particularly fucked up one at that. So instead of fighting it, I let myself relax as he uses me. His cock thrusting in and out of my throat with immense force. I focus on breathing through my nose, even as saliva spills all over my chin and the floor and tears prickle my eyes.

One of the men, who is a black man, stepped forward stroking his long monster shaft with an evil smirk on his face. “Now,bitch,I hope you are ready for me bitch, I am not a small size. You heard about the big black cock”. He said as he walked up to me and stood in-between my tired bruised legs. The next second I felt him drilling my insides with two large fingers, fortunately my slimy wetness inside was acting as for the lubrication. The brutal beating earlier, aroused and made me wet. “Haha! Look how wet you are! This bitch is a fucking Masochist!”

As he recalled the moment Elara had stepped on him, his heart began to pound violently. He reached out, picked up one of the black high heels, and leaned down to press a kiss to the tip of the shoe. … Harvey felt like he was sick in the head. After sitting on the floor all night, he scheduled a psychological evaluation for himself. After a lengthy assessment, the doctor wrote down the diagnosis in his notebook. "Diagnosis: masochism." "What does that mean?" Harvey asked. "You have a tendency toward masochism. You enjoy being criticized, scolded, and physically punished by your ex-wife. When she disciplines you, it brings you ple