Masochist Sadist Novels & Stories

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.

Pain, blood, and pleasure all merged into one. Ace is an adult man with a sexual disorder. He is a sadist. Sadism is a tendency or sexual desire to feel joy or satisfaction by hurting others physically or emotionally. Seeing his partner suffer and in pain is what gives Ace satisfaction. The kiss was released. Ace was about to direct his manhood, he was about to insert his own. But suddenly a voice stopped him. Julius immediately hid. Because he was not careful, he made the door slide and made a quite loud noise.

I kept nodding as I remembered what he was saying. “I remember that. You keep on saying, ‘I’m tired. I want to die. I want to hang myself to death. I want to jump off of this building. I want to poison myself. I want to cut my wrist’ and the like.You’re really messed up that time,” I said straightforwardly. “Yeah right?” He sniffed. I stared at him and waited for him to talk again. “Levi...” he mumbled as he slumped to the floor.

This client was a Masochist, a person who derives sexual pleasure from being abused by others, but he was also a congressman who needed privacy for his fantasies. His name was Marcus Bain, a businessman’s demeanor with an average body type, but taller than most. He was a handsome white man, but not Janet’s type. The pain she inflicted on him turned her all the way off, but pleased her at the same time. She didn’t understand it, but never questioned it. He paid well for the appointment and silence.

he says, giving the scars a pointed look. I snort, hiding my wrist from him. “These aren’t from suicide attempts.” The Chancellor pauses, and after a split second, he chokes on a cough, having figured it out. I have very odd fetishes, and my pleasure is often associated with pain. Maybe it’s because I was broken very early in my life. Or maybe I’d always have turned out this way. I have no idea, but bondage turns me on. Pain pushes me near orgasms. I’m a masochist, and it’s nothing I’m ashamed of.

Our business is booming. In a business, it is expected that some shady stuff will happen. By shady, I mean people trying to steal from me and me capturing them and letting my man torture them until they break. My man is secretly a sadist, just as much as he's a masochist. It's sexy as fuck. A fucking turn-on. And anyway, I get to fuck his brains out after, because he gets so hard from all the adrenaline, and the pain infliction riles him up.

"Lots of things I haven't done. People can get pretty damn strange when it comes to sex. Some people derive sexual pleasure from having pieces of their bodies cut off." "Willingly? They get parts of their bodies taken off?" "Yeah, amputated right off. There's no accounting for the full gamut of sexual experience. There are quite a few people who get off on either inflicting pain or receiving it." "Sadists and Masochists. I learned about them in school. What about you? You give and receive pain. Aren't you a sadist or masochist, or both?"

she said sadly. I waited, but she didn't continue. "I don't need to understand. I love you. I'm a sadist and you're a masochist. That's pretty fucked up all by itself. Or at least it is until we're together. Then it's perfect. The mental pain you suffer transfers to me and I don't like it. I have no control. We're done for today. We'll take a shower and then crawl back into bed for a nap." I sat the tube down on the nightstand and carried her to the bathroom.

That was when I decided to reach out to Master Thane. *** Thane was someone I had heard about through online communities—a seasoned Dominant with years of experience in training and understanding the concept of how the mind of sadists and masochists. He had a reputation for his insight, and I hoped he could help me understand Judy better. We scheduled a video call, and when his face appeared on the screen, he greeted me with a calm, authoritative attitude. “So, Chris,” he began, his voice measured. “What’s on your mind?”

I doubted my pornstar neighbor when she told me this but there’s bliss in a mixture of pains and pleasure. Wait…does that make me a sadist? I can only conclude it does. From what I learned about sadists they love a medley of the two different things; pain and pleasure. I never knew that I could accept this treatments at first. Never knew I could receive strokes, painful strokes and still have my pussy drip with liquid need. “Dawn…” Dima rattles and I look over to see his chest heaving. He’s holding himself, his cock.