bdsm stories and histories

"I'll be home soon, slave. It has been a long and stressful day. Be ready to de-stress me."
The message was short and simple, but I knew what to do. I made sure that everything in the living room was tidied up and that dinner was laid out on the table. Then, everything in place, I went to kneel by the door to await my mistress....

I was washing my dishes when there was a knock at the door. I wiped my hands on the spare towel and went to open it, and was shocked.
"Sandy?!"
"Yeah," she said, looking morose. She was a beautiful woman; I was always struck by her big brown eyes, so full of life and warmth, today filled with an intense sadness and shame. She had a cute, thin nose that fit her cute, long face, framed by wavy brown hair. Her frame was thin; she wore a dark blue jacket over a dark purple turtleneck and black jeans. "Can...

Learning to Serve: Stability
Scott immediately released Charlotte and helped her to her room, guiding her to rest on the bed. He ran a warm bubble bath, ensuring it was refreshing and with purpose. Once she was in the bath, relaxing, he excused himself, as he had to attend to Goddess.
Opening the refrigerator, Scott knew that more provisions needed to be bought. But, he was able to put together a salad with grilled chicken and a small charcuterie board with cheese, veggies, and crackers. He took one t...

Spare the Rod. Spoil Mrs Mitchell
[Based on a true story]
Mrs Mitchell lived at number 28, just down the road from Mrs Sinclair at number 16, where Simon had been earlier in the morning to fix a troublesome vacuum cleaner. Although there wasn't any problem that Simon could find with the cleaner, it worked perfectly....

Under Her Mark
The air in Mistress Nyx's room was cool, sterile, smelling faintly of lavender. Leather chairs for seating. Nothing here really screamed 'dungeon', yet the atmosphere felt thick with unspoken potential, heavy with the weight of absolute control. Mistress Nyx sat behind a large, minimalistic wooden desk, she was wearing her usual black dress, her dark hair pulled back tightly, revealing cold, intelligent eyes that missed nothing. Across from her sat the man known in this space only as a Pup...

Wind swept the dark curls of Jamie's hair as she cycled through the uneven streets of Hareburn. Her breath hitched as she cut the corner on Main street and headed up the hill towards the sports village. She was already late and her rucksack laden with skate gear didn't help her move any faster.
Fuck, Jamie cursed under her breath as she halted at a red light. The late afternoon sun was low in the sky and there was a slight chill to the air, the kind that reminds you that the long summer days are coming t...

I got out of the shower smelling fresher and feeling cleaner than I had only a few minutes ago. The taste of her fluids still lingered on my tongue, the bitter and slightly popcorny taste made my mind swirl. I couldn't deny the lingering thought in my mind of how much I had enjoyed my golden shower, and even more so, tasting her. As I dried myself off I began to fantasize about tasting even more of her. I thought about myself being bound to the toilet with my head back, serving her as her personal urinal. I...

The ladies watched Mistress Morgan fit Brad's drained cock into a short, curved metal cage which she attached to a steel ring secured snuggly around the base of Brad's genitals. The little contraption left his testicles free to be fondled as a reward or squeezed as a punishment for bad behaviour. The small lock snicked shut....

Nadine stood alone at a bonfire at the beach. It was chilly. Her arms were wrapped around herself. Whoever built the fire must have decided to move on to something else, but she welcomed the solitude and the warmth of the dwindling flames.
She saw a very attractive man approaching. He dropped a warm jacket over her shoulders. She didn't know this person, but his aggressiveness was disarming, in a good way. He simply told her that she still looked cold and stood behind her, hands kneading her shoulders. I...

Part 4: Scott in Seattle
Authors note: I am a straight guy with a lifelong love of bondage. I have had a special love for edging ever since I saw my big sister's "Joy of Sex" with the picture the guy tied spread eagle while the girl sat on him and teased his cock. I have tied and been tied by women many times, and enjoyed it thoroughly. However, when they took the dom role, I never felt like they were enjoying it. A few years ago, after reading some stories by Strand Ankler, I started thinking about what...

My wife's friend, Sandra, had asked me if I could help her with some DIY. We'd been friends for years, and I'd always fancied her and had masochistic fantasies about her because she's quite big. I never said anything though.
She's taller than me, sturdily built with broad shoulders and long legs. She's a strong girl, brought up on a farm. She's quite pretty and has an infectious grin. Some people find her readiness to talk about sex a bit off-putting, especially other people's kinks and ways. I'd often f...

She remained strapped to the cross, her thighs quivering and a whimper trickling from her lips. At the table behind her, I took up a soft flogger. The handle was chocolate brown, the tongues black and gold. I moved back around to the front and started gently slapping at her thighs. She tensed at first, drawing in a hiss of breath, but then eased into the action....

I've been waiting all day for my boss to be free. He was scheduled with back to back to back meetings, but it was 5PM and everyone has either left or is about to. He almost always stays until at least 5:30, though, and I want a chance to talk to him about the promotion I'm up for. I know I'm the most qualified candidate, the most hard working and the most experienced, but I've been passed over by the last person who managed our team three times because I refused to kiss her ass the way everyone else did. It...

Chapter 9 -- Early Sunday morning - last day
Decisions, decisions, I have to make one. Well, there I stand, behind the ass of my Mistress. Hands on her hips, a hard-on standing before me and I've been given the decision of what hole do I stick my cock into and finally be able to cum within her. For hours I've been tortured by my Mistress, brought to the edge of cuming and then stopped from cuming, in the name of training. Not once or twice, but 5, or more, hours worth. The pleasure was massive, the stopp...

Chapter Thirteen
"This evening, I am to meet my fiancé for the very first time, Emma, so I expect you to make sure I look especially beautiful!" commented Amanda a couple of days later as Emma knelt before her and licked her slit obediently.
"Yes, miss," she mumbled as she snatched a quick breath before she returned to her task eagerly, relishing the taste of the girl's sweet pussy....

Author's Note: This chapter took a long time; firstly due to illness, and then because of the curse of blank-page inertia. My apologies for this, but I hope you enjoy this chapter anyway. Feedback is always welcome. - W. M.

Submissive in Surrey


Chapter 7: Netty and Myf's Excellent Adventure...

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 and chapter 1.
The campout of service and bondage for Clair continues. Enjoy.
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Fred admired the image Clair made drying in the sun with the light glinting off her wet skin. She saw him looking, smiled and struck a pose and shook her tits at him, to the extent she could with her hands tied over her head....

Warming Up
"Wake up slut. Time to earn your keep!" said a gravelly female voice.
I was now immobilized in a weird contraption. My legs were spread to their max, (like almost breaking my pelvic bones) my arms were fixed behind me in some kind of sleeve glove. I could feel a thick leather collar on my neck, and a mouth ring was inserted behind my teeth so that I couldn't spit it out. I could feel my saliva drooling down my chin and the sides of my face. I was on my back, but somehow suspended with nothi...

Don--Husband 46, 6'5", 230 lbs, 7.5" tool
Sarah--Wife 30, 5'4, 140 lbs, 38 C/D, 28" waist, 40" hips (still curvy) Brunette
Kim - ex-wife, 46, 5'9", 170 lbs, 37B, 34" waist, 42" hips, bleach blonde
FREEZE Wife--Ex-Wife Part 1
So this story is about 2 years after Don and I met from my perspective. For me, life could not be better; I am an RN at a private surgery center. Don still works mostly from home, but when he has to train clients, he might be gone for as long as a month. I thought I would te...

CHAPTER 1: GOING DOWN
Whipped Cream claimed that a good centre attack pony at the Buenos Aires PonyGirl Polo Club can hear the ball as it falls towards the centre spot at the start of a chukka and can thus anticipate the moment her player will set her to the gallop with the whip. When pony and player are in perfect harmony, the ball is as good as won. In the stillness the before the game as the referee throws out the ball for what is know as 'The Drop' I can almost believe it as every player, pony and sp...

The marks were still there the next morning. I bent to inspect my bottom before I did anything else.
Throughout the day, my thoughts returned to the caning I had received. Although very painful, it had been well deserved. It was also extremely exciting. I wanted to explore this further, and with my aunt, I knew I had found the perfect guide....

It made her so self-conscious, was she abnormal? were there other girls like her?
These were questions so often mulled over in her head when she felt horny, and those questions just increased in frequency when she was due her period and her hormones were raging.
Would men find her weird!? She hadn't had sex with a guy for almost four years since it started happening. She does have Sunday afternoon playtime, all alone in her bedroom, where nobody would know what her body did whenever she got horny or h...

I was curious one evening and found myself exploring bondage porn which quickly turned into BDSM. I found myself fascinated and captivated immediately by it. I always wanted to be the one tied up, whipped and tortured. I wanted that feeling of helplessness and to lose all control.
In the coming days I found myself exploring BDSM more and more. I researched it every spare moment I had. I quickly discovered what got me wet, what I didn't think I'd like and what I wasn't too sure about. I learnt about safe ...

Mike knelt on the thick rug, panting through the soft, soaked lace of my panties, his cheeks flushed and mouth reverently clinging to the damp fabric like it was air itself.
Good.
He was learning.
Slowly.
Eagerly.
Just the way I wanted.
I tangled my fingers into his hair, tugging lightly to get his attention....

Author's Note: This chapter has the potential to be more emotionally heavy. I try to lighten things up where I can, and of course, there's plenty of sex. However, there is some mention and discussion of past sexual trauma and abuse, a survivor's story, that may upset some readers. I do not depict the scene, but more detail is given here than in chapter 30, and the discussion may be heavy for sensitive readers. I wanted to warn you so as not to surprise anyone with it. Don't let that discourage you, though. ...

The Velvet Room: The Viewing Pt. 04
Ch. 7
Victoria waited nervously in the private chamber of the Velvet Room. As per her training, she was completely naked- on her knees, her thighs parted and her hands palm up. Had Elena forgiven her or would she have to endure another one of Mistress Rhea's cold, clinical training sessions? She heard the sound of heels approaching the door and her heart thudded in her chest. The door swung open. Victoria longed to look up and see who had entered but she knew better...

Sam
["What the fuck are you doing Samira?"] Sam said quietly, in Arabic.
Sam stood wearing just a babydoll top and tanga style panties, both black, looking at herself in the large bathroom mirror in her en suite. Princess lay on her bed in the other room, naked.
Princess's last orgasm the day before had nearly wiped her out; she was barely able to move afterward. Sam had released the restraints and carried her to the guest bedroom where she'd promptly taken a nap....

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)
I woke up next to Master and smiled, realizing that a chance meeting had changed my life completely for the best as far as I was concerned. I now live in a beautiful home with a man that cares for me and gives me what I need. Before I met him, I'd fantasized about a guy like him every time I indulged in my self-bondage sessions. We've been together for some time now and I've gotten things down to a science as far as the house goes, taking care of the everyd...

Chapter 6
As soon as my pet and I got back to the hotel, we stripped off, I unlocked her chastity belt and we climbed into the shower. We were both exhausted but happy with the day and got clean and dried as quickly as possible before heading to bed. I left the choice of room to her but she happily climbed in beside me and we just cuddled and promised to have a proper discussion the next morning before going to sleep, her spooning my back and gently nuzzling my neck....

TWENTY-NINE
'The Day After'
The scene is lit by the slanting light of the rising sun.
We three are breathing deep.
Stunned by the image of your mother hanging stretched open, painted with sauce, the basting brush handle dangling from her pussy, the grilling fork hanging where Saisha stuck it into her tit....