bdsm stories and histories

I am starting a new series that will be six or eight Modern Erotic Fairy Tales. several have already been written and I am sure you can figure out which ones.
This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Series contains BDSM, demons, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and o...

All persons in this story are over 18 years of age and the names of characters and places have been deliberately changed to protect the identities of all involved.
It was Sunday: Ben - my gardener and handy man for years-- had a big mess of overgrowth and high grass to take care of in the front yard. After a solid hour of work, he finished and came inside. (Inside is slightly cooler than outside in the tropics.) He took off his sweaty clothes and got in the shower: I had lots of fantasies but his cock an...

She hears it before she sees it.
A quiet hum from the bedroom--low, mechanical, rhythmic. When Ryan calls for her, voice soft but edged in command, her skin prickles before she even turns the corner. Then she sees it. Sleek, dark, and wrongly beautiful. A motorized thrusting arm gleaming with soft silicone, adjusted just so--angled toward the padded bench now set in the center of the room. A bottle of lube sits beside it, half-used. The air smells faintly of leather, heat, and whatever he's been planning...

NIKI
Show me you're not afraid to hurt me. Put your mark on me.
Please read the Standard Disclaimer on Alextasy's bio page
Trigger Warnings-consensual scarification (cutting designs into skin) and blood
--==[サ]=[ボ]=[テ]=[ン]==--
Bloody crystal shard
Cactus kana on her breast
Love is forever...

Note: This is a work of fiction for adults only
Lucy wished she was locked up back in her cell instead of outside at the exercise track.
It was composed of a large circle that looked like a metal track. Every five feet an iron metal pole emerged up from the ground to support the metal rail that formed a loop. It reminded Lucy of a corral fence with only the top rail present. This top rail was all that mattered as prisoners would have to stand over it, with one leg on each side, and walk in a never-end...

DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE CH. XI
A Sexual Adventure in a Fantasy World
Chapter XI - Interrogation Elvin Style
Note to reader: The first ten chapters of this story were published under the Sci-Fi/Fantasy category. The next several chapters include considerable BDSM and thus have ended up here. If you like this, I hope you will go back and read the earlier chapters....

The Maid


Chapter 5

While the new maid was in the kitchen consuming her treat, I was following my mistress to the stables. From the other servants, I had heard this was a debauched area, and to avoid it at all costs. My mistress viewed this as more of an outing for my so-called punishment....

I woke up hungry.
Not "I could use a snack" hungry. I'm talking ravenous, post-fasting, gnaw-my-own-arm-off hungry. And as I rolled over, there he was, mouth slightly open, breathing soft, looking so innocent in his sleep. Butt ass naked. Like he hadn't eaten MY brownie yesterday. The last one. The one I had specifically told him I'd saved....

"Oh my god! Tickle-boy? Is that you?" The words cut through the background chatter of the bar with ease. I looked up from my martini, instinctively trying to identify the source of the intrusive noise. Scanning the room, my eyes settled on someone standing about ten feet from our table, gesticulating wildly in the center of the bar. More than a few pairs of eyes were on him, I suppose drawn to the commotion in much the same way I was....

"Take her to the 4th level chambers," the King ordered the guards. "Let her be a reminder why you should work hard to complete level 4... and why you shouldn't piss off the King."
The moment the words left his mouth, the air in the room shifted. Guards exchanged glances; the unspoken rule had been shattered....

"What did you think you were doing, rapedoll?"
Before I could turn around fully, I felt a hand on the back of my neck, pinning me against the wall in the foyer.
"What are you talking about?" I ask, feigning innocence. But if I were being honest, this was exactly what I'd been hoping would happen the moment I walked in through the front door. I'd been breaking rules all day: refusing to call him Daddy, not asking for clothing approval, not asking for permission to use furniture, teasing him and pushing...

Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction.
Most of the Chain stories are maledom, but the chapters in this series are Femdom. A few of them defy classification. Skip these and the other future Femdom stories if it's not your thing -- but you might just enjoy them and reading them will help continue the character development and the continuity of the story of Chain Alabama....

Authors Note: This introduction contains no sex or kink but helps set the tone for the stories that will follow. I hope you'll take the time to read it.
Like most authors, I write about what interests me. These stories may or may not be your kinks, but I hope you can enjoy. Most of the stories in this ChainF series are consensual FemDom. A few of them defy classification. A major theme is consensual confinement or captivity, but I also get into rope and steel bondage, chastity. I'm not really into sisifi...

I ran down the dirt trail with abandon, breathing in the verdant, earthy scent of the forest. As I leaped over roots, fallen branches, and large rocks with the wind blowing through my hair, I felt primal and powerful. I lifted my feet high with each step so I wouldn't trip on the rough ground and pushed myself to go faster....

Side A and Side B take place simultaneously and can be read in either order, but it may be better to read Side A first as it describes the rules of the game in text. The full rules with appendices are printed at the end of this story.
The other woman waited for her old rival to arrive. When he walked in, though, she noticed the look the woman down the bar gave and received. Even before he sat down, she knew there would be no match with him- very few players would pass up a promising new opponent. She sig...

Side A and Side B take place simultaneously, and can be read in either order.
She caught his cologne as he walked by. Not a pretty, sweet, fruity thing, or the generic oud and sandalwood the insecure use to smell like a man- pepper, and tobacco, and earth, and something animal.
Rule 0: All players must enter the game willingly and knowingly, and once the game has begun, any player may stop anything at any time for any reason....

Continued from part 2
"29! Come in and sit here on the floor next to Me." 9 was engaged in cock worship and I could see she was working on a slow buildup. she had a harness over her head with a ring gag that prevented her from closing her mouth. she was making long licking strokes on His cock and balls and was not taking His cock into her mouth....

You wait for the lift. You could leave work forty minutes earlier, but you wait because Alison Kharkov leaves at precisely this time every day. The minute or two of catching the lift in her presence is all you live for. Alison is personal assistant to the CEO of Unicorn Legal, where you work as a paralegal, invisible to everyone. You arrive at the lift at the same time as Alison and feel a warm flush. You swallow hard. She's tall, an ex-fashion model with a fashion model attitude and Russian accent. Her loo...

As the stocks came down on my ankles, I started to regret my decision. The two men on either side of me grabbed my wrists, binding them to place above my head. One was younger, around my age, dressed as some sort of noble lord. The other man was older, in the full motley garb of a court jester.
"Here ye, here ye!" The jester bellowed to the crowd of onlookers. "Today we shall be punishing--what's your name?"...

I hated the new pony. Hate hate hate.
Before she came, I was obviously Mistresses favourite. I'm the fastest and most graceful pony she owns, so it's natural she'd give me the most attention. Her other ponies accepted that a long time ago.
None of them are bitter about it. We're a herd, and I'm naturally the leader....

It had been about six months since she had first met Donnie. The conversation started online and then they met, just once, before he went off for a five-month rotation on an oil platform in the Gulf of Mexico. Their conversations were mostly chat on WhatsApp, but every once in a while he would get to sneak off to Houston for a few hours and they would have great conversations and some mind-blowing video sex over a stable Wi-Fi connection....

Chapter 41: Ambush
Amari readied her spear. A jackak jumped at Corantin, but a swift thrust by the catgirl ended its attack in failure. The owl faced dog fell on the ground, spasmed a few times, and then stopped moving, dead.
While it happened, Corantin had teleported his whirlwind blades. Then before adopting a combat ready stance, he conjured a small flame to illuminate the battlefield. Discretion was no longer a priority. Should they fall to the pack of predators, they would be unable to continue t...

Chapter One: The Encounter
It started like any other night out.
Carol had been in New York for work, meetings, late nights, bad coffee. She almost didn't go to the bar. But the city had a pulse she couldn't ignore, and something in her ached for a little chaos.
She picked a hotel lounge with soft lighting and an upscale crowd, the kind of place where people pretended not to watch each other but did anyway. She sipped her wine slowly, half-listening to the jazz trio in the corner, half-scrolling her...

Lynn stomped to her car after the elevator doors opened. She nearly dinged the vehicle beside her as she threw open the driver's side door, but held it back in time. She slammed it shut after she sat and checked her face in the mirror.
The red mark of Deb's slap on her cheek burned like a brand, but there was nothing to see beyond a rosy glow on one cheek. She grabbed the steering wheel and shook it, which had the effect of shaking herself as it remained immobile. Her raven-black hair bounced back and fo...

It was nearly midnight when I finally said it. Not blurted--offered. Like a gift. Like a confession.
"I need you to know how far I'd go for you," I told him, my voice trembling just enough to betray how long I'd rehearsed it. "I'm yours, if you want me. Not just in words. In everything."
He watched me silently, sitting on the edge of his couch like a man carved from patience. He was always like that--slow, steady, unshaken. The opposite of my storm....

"You're going to sit there baby, and you're going to watch."
This was the last thing she was expecting when I messaged her. The text message was simple.
"Be at my place tonight at 8pm. Do not be late. Wear the black harness set, and undress as soon as you get into the house. Do not be late."
As always, she responded with a simple "Yes Daddy."...

She only realized it wasn't her room after the door clicked shut behind her.
Same floor. Same layout. Same cold air-conditioning and too-bright lamp. But it wasn't hers.
It was his.
And he was already stepping out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, water still clinging to his chest. They locked eyes. One heartbeat. Two....

Home for dinner


3


Sara

If there was one thing Sara prided herself on--other than her cum laude thesis and the eighteen months of sleepless nights it had cost her --it was her ability to remain stone-cold in any situation. Calm. Controlled. A master of the unreadable expression, the measured breath, the perfectly timed blink behind her sleek, rectangular, glasses. The kind that hid more than they revealed....

He knew she was ovulating this week, so he planned out a special surprise for her. One that he knew she was going to love. He stuffed handcuffs, lube, a butt plug, and a gag into his backpack before shoving it in the car and running upstairs to get her.
She jumped when he tapped her shoulder. "Geez, babe. You scared me."...

This. This, this.
This is the central fact of her existence now. Not the actual beating, so much as the fact that they both know that he can beat her. That he will beat her, whenever he feels like it. That whenever he wishes, despite her desperation not to be whipped, she will present herself, naked, in whatever horribly vulnerable position he asks ... and let him hurt her...