Sadist Masochist Novels & Stories

“Yeah, a sadist doesn't see any fun in something that hasn't happened? Why am I not surprised?” I wiggled my index before her face. “I am not a sadist, in fact, if you asked me I'll say I'm a very happy person.” Tilda shrugged one shoulder seamlessly. “Good thing I didn't ask.” “Damon is not a sadist, he's just shy… shy of talking to girls his age and so he results in crushing on women older than him.” I glared at Mason in that way that meant “shut the fuck up". He began laughing at me and then hit me on the arm, a smile wide across his face.

It’s as if I want him…to touch me. “You want to be punished that badly?” “I’m not a psychopath like you,” “But you’re certainly a masochist,” He whispers, leaning down, so he’s face is close to mine. “You love it when I serve you pain; you get pleasure from it. That’s who you are, we both know you have zero feelings for the Beta, now if you are not going to tell his whereabouts, I’m fine with that, just don’t tell me to my face that you want him instead”

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 try yanking it away, but his impenetrable grip won't allow it. He tsks and jerks me toward him, entangling his other hand in my hair. "Have I been wrong about you all this time, pauper? Are you secretly a masochist? Because let me tell you, if that's the case, I'm more than happy to bring out the sadist in me. You have no idea of the things I've been craving to do with you ever since high school." "You're sick, Jarek Falcon!"

“She’s still the same person who brought you flowers and read to you. She’s—” “—human.” “Jesus, Obsidian!” I stormed over to him and gripped his shoulders. “Not all of them are bad! Not all of them want to hurt you like—” He moved, cutting off my words. One second, we were standing and the next, I was on my back with him straddling me and his forearm resting across my throat. “I’m a sadist, Dev. Do you know what that means?” Obsidian rasped, his face inches away from my face. “I get off on causing pain.”

While his head was kept in my hands, he touched my toe. "Oww.." I stopped moving my arms and screamed. "Fortunately nothing is wrong with the bone. Try to use your thighs and chest to hit people. If you want to cause damage to me, it's better to scratch or bite." What is this madman talking about? What is all this nonsense about my chest and thighs? It's better to scratch and bite? Is he not only a psychopath but also a masochist? Crazy! What kind of fairytale is this?! Hello, dear author, am I missing something here?

Quinn I am broken. Damaged. There is something inside of me. Something dark that allows me to enjoy having a sadist for a Dom. And I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't like it. I let him hurt me and I want more. Perhaps I should feel ashamed. But I don't. I enjoy the feeling of being completely at my Master's mercy. Not knowing what he will do next is a thrill. I'm one fucked up bitch.

Damon's eyes flashed with annoyance, his smirk faltering for a fraction of a second. He stepped closer to Antonio, the scent of smoke and cologne wafting off him. Antonio heart raced, sewing him naked and leaning closer to him, but before Antonio could say anything. Damon caught his jaw and spoke to his face. "You must have really lost your mind to say that. Look around you, pretty boy. Each of these men have been fucked mercilessly by you in this very place... whenever you feel like. In form of a punishment or for your own masochistic pleasure. You enjoyed filling your never-ending semen into them holes... until they are half dead...most of them have lost their senses down there from your t

Damon's eyes flashed with annoyance, his smirk faltering for a fraction of a second. He stepped closer to Antonio, the scent of smoke and cologne wafting off him. Antonio heart raced, sewing him naked and leaning closer to him, but before Antonio could say anything. Damon caught his jaw and spoke to his face. "You must have really lost your mind to say that. Look around you, pretty boy. Each of these men have been fucked mercilessly by you in this very place... whenever you feel like. In form of a punishment or for your own masochistic pleasure. You enjoyed filling your never-ending semen into them holes... until they are half dead...most of them have lost their senses down there from your t

I am getting fed up with saying it, over and over. "I am his slave, I am a masochist, I enjoy pain, before, during and after sex and not during sex, it is consensual, I am in the BDSM lifestyle, any questions?" I look at her, her head shaking, Marcus looking at me confused. I am fed up with having to explain this to them, to the world, why can't they just do what we called them for and ignore everything else? They finish taking statements and leave Marcus looking at me.