Slave Stories Bdsm Novels & Stories

The slave's rules and expectations: written by The Dominant specifically for The Slave -You will do as I say without hesitation -You will do everything in your power to obey me -You do not touch me without my explicit consent -You do not masturbate or cum without my permission, I am in charge of your pleasure and I may choose to give you it or not at any time -You do not speak without being spoken to first (during any bdsm activity, in public this does not apply) -You will call me Master and nothing else unless we are in public -You are my property now, I can do whatever I want to you unless you need to safeword -I will not remind you of your safewords so know you can always use them. If you

CONTENT WARNING: Explicit consensual BDSM enslavement, permanent bondage, objectification/dehumanization, gags, plugs/dildos, public humiliation, total power exchange, pain play references, training and conditioning CHAPTER ONE "And do you, Hole, take this man as your Master for all time? Do you pledge to serve his every whim, satisfy his every wish, and never forget your place as his pleasure property?"

A woman was tied to a frame, her back striped red, a man with a flogger working in rhythm. Another was on her knees, a leash attached to her collar, her owner's hand wrapped in the leather. A third was bent over a sawhorse, a man's cock slamming into her cunt from behind—I could see her wetness running down her thighs, hear the wet smack of his balls against her clit. My cunt clenched. A fresh gush of slick heat dripped down my inner thigh. Dominic leaned down. His breath was hot on my ear. "Welcome to The Underground. The real one. Not the tourist shit they advertise online. This is where people like us come to play. The BDSM clubhouse"

I said arms crossed. “If you say so though.Actually the master pays off his slaves after five years”I nodded as she said that.Five years is a long time but I can wait. *** “Erm… master I don’t think I can sleep here tonight”This guy is a seducer,he might end up doing something to me at night.Guys like this can’t be trusted. “Why is that? You are still sick remember?” “I’m not sick anymore I’m perfectly fine” “I still won’t let you go.What if your body chills start to act up again”

Dear Readers, this novel is in the modern era, with fantasy mix, dark, and twisted romance. There is physical and verbal abuse, sexual harassment, betrayal, cheating/infidelity, tortures, BDSM, sex (lots of explicit scenes). Stella was pushed into a red and dark room. The room was decorated with a sex scene theme. There were ropes, straps, and chains on the bed. She frowned as she knew exactly what type of scenario, she was in. She was in a pleasure room. A room where the man will come and seek pleasure from a woman for one night. Doing whatever they wanted to do. From BDSM to hardcore sex all night long. She was going to be used as a sex toy for the rich men of her father’s company.

⚠️ Disclaimer: This story is drenched in bondage, submission, BDSM, and dark role play. Only keep reading if you’re strong enough to surrender and curious enough to crave what happens next! ~~~ I have been stripped naked with my wrists bound behind my back for what seems like hours. In reality, My boyfriend, Liam and I have only spent a short time in the dungeon with our new mistress, Mistress Selene, but time has no meaning trapped within the confines of the dungeon’s cold, stone walls.

For him, it may be a punishment, but I would do as many mistakes as I can to get this punishment. While he is leaving also after slaps on my cheek now they are less tense, his cock is the tease as he would thrust it between my legs and would just brush my lips. " Climo on the desk on all your fours." I have so lost in my pleasure and riding put the orgasm that he gave just by slapping me that I hardly registered what he said. I never thought I am someone who will ever be in bdsm. With my previous one-night stands and boyfriends, I always craved live-dovey vanilla sex. Nothing brutal.

Big enough that even her long night gown failed miserably, hiding her breasts. Chewing her nails nervously, she smiled at him shyly and sat on the edge of the bed. He also went to the bed and sat beside her. He looked around and found everything inside the room already. Whatever the client would like to do. He smirked mischievously as he looked at the cuffs that were hanging in the middle of the room. Seeing the whipper hanging on a wall, he decided to have his way with her. "What can I do for you tonight, Master?" She whispered her question in a very small and shy voice. His dick pulsed even more when he heard her voice. "BDSM. I want to hang you with the ceiling." He said and her already b

She reached for the clasps at her shoulders, and her fingers shook as the dress slid from her body, falling around her feet with a soft thud. She stepped out of it. Malakh stood, leaning closer to her. He trailed his fingers up her stomach, stroking and cupping her full, perfect rounded and aroused breast. His throat worked at the sight of her pink perked hardened nipples. “I love what I see.” Vythea bit her lips, as he trailed his skeletal fingers down to her pussy, teasing her. She groaned. “You can’t this one a normal day. This is the biggest opportunity for you to feel what it’s like to have the beast’s woman.”

“Strip, Corporate Cum Queen. We’re upgrading the contract today.” My heart hammered as I peeled off my blouse and skirt, standing naked in front of them. Jax opened the box and pulled out the most insane BDSM contraption I’d ever seen: a full-body leather harness with silver rings, built-in nipple clamps connected by thin chains, a thick remote-controlled dildo with a bulbous base that locked inside me, electric stim pads for my clit and inner thighs, and a delicate silver shock collar that read “Property of Strategic Innovations” in tiny engraved letters.