Masochism Novels & Stories

I still can't believe that this man is the one making me moan crazily like a mad woman. His dirty words, his touch, the things he does to me, and the things he makes me do, felt really crazy but enjoyable. My life has become engulfed by him, making me madly obsessed and addicted to him. If I don't see him, I will feel uncomfortable and sad. He has become a vital part of my life, my breath, and everything! He makes me feel so good; he makes me feel like a real woman. He is the only one who can send me to hell in heaven and drag me back.

Each time he screamed, Genevieve prayed it would be the last time, but it kept going… until all that remained was the sobbing of a broken man. “Have you had enough?” the woman asked, sounding weary. “It’ll never be enough for what I did,” he choked out. “What did you do?” “It’s personal. It doesn’t matter.” “I can’t do any more without doing damage you might not recover from, and I’m not that kind of sadist,” she said. “I don’t care what you say, you might not be getting sexual pleasure out of it, but there are fewer things more masochistic than what you asked for tonight.”

“Tsk! You had the guts to hide from me, huh? Do you know how many days I went without feeling a proper woman’s touch on my body? All that torture you put me through…” Lulu decided to ignore him, fixing her tired gaze on the floor. She didn’t see the need to argue with him anyway. “Kneel!” His singular command finally made her realize she was in for a hell of a night. She wasn’t safe from him, even in her own home. Lulu’s knees met with the floor immediately, the subtle sound filling the room, but Director Pierce didn’t care. She had tried everything possible to avoid the man, as his violent touches suddenly began turning her on. She just couldn’t understand why such brutal treatment made her

I could suddenly smell the scent of burning hair mixed with the smell of my own boiling blood in which I'd have to eat everytime to please him. I remembered being gagged as so many instruments were being used on me as he satisfied his fetishes desires. He used me as a masochist and never pleasured me. I wake up to sores and pain as I have to do house chores and act like loving couples. And at night I would drink a hell lot of painkillers as I prepare myself for more of Lance's onslaughts.

Alli stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat. She didn't blink, didn't move, holding her breath until her lungs burned and her head swam. Inside, her insides twistedinto a hard, tight knot of something hot and ugly. It wasn't heartbreak—not exactly, not yet. It was something messier, something more primal. It was the choking, humiliating twist of jealousy, sharp enough to make her want to smash a beer bottle against the wall, scream until her throat was raw and bleeding, and then

He draws out, smacking his lips loudly as he runs his other hand through his unpacked hair. He pins me harder to the wall and I grunt, trying to push him off but his grip on me is too strong. He holds me tight in place. “I easily forget the people I have sex with, why is your fucking case different?” He bites out, frustration written on his face and I totally agree with him on that. I lose it whenever Nikolai is around, I don't get control of myself. I lose it. I want him. So badly, more than I can ever imagine.

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.

"I want to taste you when you fall apart. I want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze my fingers when you scream my name." The echoes of his dirty words and relentless stimulation finally shattered her. Marceline's orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tidal wave, making her arch completely off the bed as a scream tore from her throat. Zandrei held her down, lapping up every drop of her release as she convulsed beneath him, prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed bonelessly against the sheets.

But he was never as satiated as with her. Stephanie was a masochist and craved for someone who would overpower her and hurt her for their mutual pleasure and she gradually introduces him to his sadism sexual side. Exerting forceful pain over her and dominating her body, was giving him great sexual pleasure and also subsidies his raging anger which resulted in giving him more control over himself.

What the hell happened last night, and why did I enjoy every single thing? I snatched my phone up again, my fingers flying across the screen. I opened the browser and typed: -Enjoying pain in sex what does it mean?- The results came in quickly. Terms like BDSM, sadomasochism, and masochist stared back at me. I read the descriptions, my eyes widening in stunned realization. I had never considered myself as that sort of person until Dante. I simply cannot believe this devil was making me realise things about myself that I never knew about. But no matter how I think about it, this really isn't going to end well.