bdsm stories and histories

(Because I left you in such a vulnerable moment in chapter 4 I decided to quickly finish chapter 5. So here it is, picked up exactly where we left off.)
Your body is trembling as you react to the ruined orgasm, head down and breaths ragged. I trail my hands up along your arms and entwine our fingers....

She was sitting at her desk all caught up in this week's newsletter deadline. Her co-workers always waited until the last moment and she was left cleaning up their messes. She'd worked here for five years, and yet, many people still introduced themselves to her thinking she must be new. She had a way about her that led her to blend in and not be noticed. Quiet, unassuming and always a people pleaser....

Day 7
Racheal woke up, she accidently woke up Evelyn by getting out of bed. Racheal headed off into the bathroom and Evelyn took the opportunity to go get the coffee started. She then joined Racheal in the bathroom. Racheal by then was in the shower, she brushed her teeth then joined Racheal in time to wash her back. She of course also spent time washing her front especially her vulva and breasts....

Martin sat on his bed, locked in his small cell and reflected on his predicament. He rubbed his head, where there was once hair but now there was none. Taken from him three days ago by Nikki, Danielle and Catherine, he sat there naked with the cool air hitting his hairless body. They wanted him that way and so it became. They decided to turn him from a hairy man into a hairless boy just because it brought them enjoyment. After it was over, Martin had been escorted back to his cell and told by Nikki that Dan...

Bobby & Alyssa
Chapter One: The Quiet Years
It was January of his sophomore year in Heyfield, Massachusetts, and Bobby Decker had just had his first kiss.
He was nineteen now, standing in the mirror of his dorm room, buttoning a clean shirt for orientation. But some part of him was still back in that dim hallway at Katie Amato's house, heart hammering, breath caught in his throat, when she looked up at him and didn't say a word....

This is part 2 of the story, to read Part One read Taken By Command
Bailey was exhausted. She had been walking, naked, for hours. The emotional exertions of her capture by the Commander and his men, the aching sensation of the heavy plug sunk in her ass, and the long forced march with her hands bound and a collar and leash around her neck were combining to make her stumble with weariness on the lightweight chain attached between her ankle cuffs. Bailey was trying hard to shut out the knowledge that she h...

Charlene April Jennings
Height: 5'6" Weight: 138 Hair: Blond Eyes: Green
Bust: 35 / 37 Waist: 31 Hips: 36 Pubes: Shaven
Age: 34 Married Kids: 0 Partner: Warren
Bra: 36-B Size: 7 Top: L TRAINEE
Chapter 1
As you may know, I'm a captain for a major airline, based out of Atlanta. Usually, I fly the A320 series aircraft (Airbus 319, 320, and 321). They're the same aircraft, only a shortened and a stretched version of the fuselage that adds a few rows of seats. Performance-wise, they're the same...

It was finally summer break. I had just finished one hell of a junior second term and got through by the skin of my teeth, partly because my girlfriend back home dumped my ass three weeks before finals because, "I was too far away." Fucking bitch, she had found another cock to suck, and damn did she like sucking cock. The only thing she liked better than sucking cock was swallowing. Damn I will remember her for a long time. When I would blow my load she would suck it right down her throat. She never let a d...

Janice and her husband were at home one Saturday evening when the doorbell rang. She went to see who it was and saw two men standing there. One was very good looking, about six foot four, with a mahogany complexion, slim and wiry in build and with short wavy hair and a well-trimmed moustache. The other was a clean shaven, Latino guy, a little shorter than she was, about five foot six, fair skinned, kind of thick in the arms and legs, with close cropped hair....

Damn, I look down at my phone to see that it's already after 12 and you tried to call, but I wasn't available again. I always feel so horrible when I can't be available for you. I send you a quick text "I'm sorry Daddy, today has just been so busy." I see that you gave it a reaction emoji, but nothing further. Now I know I've upset you. I shake my head and get back to work. 3 pm comes quickly, I look forward a message from you telling me you've made it home safely, instead I open my phone to this message......

Chapter 5
As we drove home, she looked very content leaning back in her seat.
"How was it?" I asked her sheepishly, not sure if we were on good enough terms to be that casual yet.
She hesitated briefly and then said, "It was intense. He was really rough with me, but the harder he fucked me, the more I found myself enjoying it. He said that you don't deserve to hear the specifics, so that's all I can really say."...

I have been locked up in chastity for little over a week now. I am getting more and more used to being locked up for longer periods of time. Right now a week at a time is where we are at.
My girlfriend has been my Domme for the past 2 years. She trains me to be her sub. She is very caring and loving, but she can be strict or cruel when she feels like it....

The Bandit Scout on Newhome
Introduction
Newhome was colonized by Earth hundreds of years ago. Twenty years after the initial landing on Newhome, contact with Earth was lost. The government on Newhome quickly broke down, and order was maintained by large plantations, ranches, and mines. Without an industrial base, technology has disappeared, and the old knowledge is barely kept alive in a few monastery-like enclaves....

I had seen her on a BDSM dating app, a very nice looking woman aged 26. She was a mixed dutch-chinese with very long hair, dipped to blonde about halfway up. On all her pictures she had bold eyeliner wings and red lipstick. She wore tight black dresses or leather pants and skirts. She was quite short, only 5,1. That's why she was usually wearing high heeled ankleboots. Her style was classy, dominant but friendly....

Scene 1 -- The Card
My flight out of O'Hare got canceled at the last minute--snowstorm in Denver, or mechanical failure, or some excuse cooked up to sell travel insurance.
Didn't matter. I was grounded.
I wasn't about to spend the night curled up in some airport hotel with a vending machine dinner and Fox News humming through the drywall. So I took the elevator up to the luxury lounge--one of the few perks left from a job that paid well and took more than it gave....

SAM
"THE CUCKOLDING!!! Da Dah Dahhhhhhh!"
As we walked back to the car, Leroy beside us, Kayley under my arm. Once again, I found myself unsure.
There had been the uncontrollable white hot arousal when I'd sat in the toilet stall, breathlessly listening to each word that dripped through my phone, feeling a surge of excitement every time a photo jumped up on my screen. The intensity of it hit me like a freight train, a big sexual wallop that overwhelmed me, not just the images and words but what it ...

I wrote about Maria, her Aunt and Terry over two years ago and I think I posted somewhere I had two more chapters of her life written. Sadly, I lost them when I upgraded to 365, most certainly my fault, and lost interest in the rewrite.
I recently found chapter 2 and a good bit of chapter 3 on a data stick....

First Aid of Course - slave girl sara
Not completely true but largely based on something from last year with a bit of embellishment.
I wondered why my Sir was sending me on a first aid course, not only that, why was I spanked the night before and given five stripes to take with me.
"Hello Sir, I believe you are expecting me, Fay Dunn."...

-- CHAPTER THREE --
The next evening as they sat eating supper, he asked, "Just how far do you want to go with submitting to me? I mean, I've been thinking and you seemed so turned on by the book. Yet, I know fantasy and reality are totally different. Would you really like to go to a place like Roissy and be trained? Or, do you just want me to be a little rough?"...

A Bluetooth mishap leaves Missy exposed in the worst way possible... and Mister is far too entertained to let it slide.
So, I have a secret. I swear I'll tell Mister. One day. But for right now- it's just me and the trees that know what I'm about to do.
I'm lying on my stomach on top of the bed, enjoying the feeling of a slow, easy Saturday morning rolling by....

"Wakey wakey." Kayla whispers in my ear, softly kissing my cheek.
Groggily, I wake up, feeling her weight on top of me and her nails digging into my chest.
I begin to reach for her, before realizing that she's tied me spread eagle to her bed.
My eyes widen, not even having felt her tie me up....

Authors Note: I thought I would try a straight BDSM story. The chapters were a bit short, so submitting them two at a time. Thanks to Helen1899 for the suggestions which got me started on this.
I hope you enjoy it and I look forward to reading your comments.
All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 or older. All of my works on this site are copywritten by CurrentParameter and may only be used or reused with permission....

My hands were tied tightly in front of me. I was naked and displayed on a kitchen table. My ankles were tied to the legs of the table so that I was perfectly spread apart.
"You look beautiful in this position, baby," Sam purred as he dragged his fingers lazily down my back. The sudden, unexpected touch sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me wanting more. I tried to move towards his fingers, but my restraints held my body tightly in place....

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any events or to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All players are over the age of eighteen unless otherwise stated. If you have a problem with bondage or non-consensual sex, go no further! This story is purely for adult fantasy and entertainment. The author in no way condones violence towards women. Constructive criticism and comments welcome at the end. Since the readers enjoyed the first two parts, I decided to do a third insta...

Elizabeth Yellum was raised in a house where nothing ever dared to fall out of place. Glass-topped tables gleamed under morning light. Rugs were combed to perfection. Chairs were pushed in, shoes lined up, voices measured. Her mother smelled of rose water and disapproval. Her father spoke more to spreadsheets than to people. And she--she became the quietest kind of good girl....

This is a story about damsels in distress in the Regency period. It contains non-consensual bondage and bad period dialogue; reader discretion is advised.
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On the whole, Catchpenny Lodge was an unhappy building:—it had no sense of harmony, and many faults. Every thing was either too large or too small; the chimneys all smoked, and the modern plumbing did not work; most of its rooms were cold throughout the year. And like all new buildings designed to look old, it had a curious air of insincerity....

A balmy breeze blows through the open windows of the car. The midday sun sparkles off the water to the left, and green hills roll up to mountains on the right. I take a deep breath of sea-scented air, my hair blowing in the wind. I glance at my husband driving, then smile to myself and close my eyes. As we round a curve in the road, I feel the warmth of the bright sun on my bare legs as it streams through the open sunroof. I cross them provocatively, the miniskirt riding high up my thighs....

I need you. And I can tell you need me.
We sit at a small table near an out-of-town bar, up front near the windows. It's a warm summer night, and after an evening stroll we have ducked into this place for a small bite and the cool AC. The black bar stretches halfway down the establishment, century-old wood and craftsmanship floor to ceiling. The dim overhead lighting leads past the small tables opposite the bar to a short hallway on the right for restrooms, and a gaming room at the back. The rock and alt...

Missy learns the hard way that late fees come with interest... and Mister always collects.
It was such a pleasant Sunday afternoon. Just me, an oversized sweater, glorious freshly shaved legs, hot green tea, and a tantalizing murder mystery. What more could a girl ask for?
Snuggled into the leather sectional in the living room, sunlight filtered in at that perfect angle where you feel like you're in some staged open house. All I needed was a record player to scratch out some smooth jazz for the atmosp...

You wounded me deeply, finding some kind of perverse pleasure in it, and I was thinking of all the things I wanted to say - do, while you stood there in the doorway lazily smoking your cigarette.
There was a self-satisfied smirk twisting your lips, and I closed my eyes; picturing me slapping it from your face, hearing the resounding crack, letting it echo through the halls of my mind, and feeling the fulfillment of my hand connecting with your cheek....