bdsm stories and histories

On Friday morning Carole was a wreck when Mark showed up for her morning ablutions.
Highly aware that her pussy was leaking steady streams out of both sides of her belt from the mix of fear, arousal, embarrassment, humiliation, and excitement that made her feel like she was drowning in a sea of sensation....

Chapter One
The unmistakable thud thud thud of marching feet woke Lady Arabella Symes from a deep sleep and she came to with a start, heart pounding under the flimsy silk of her nightgown. She slid out of the four poster bed and rushed to the window and stared out, parting the drapes with her long fingers so that she had a good view of the gravelled drive leading up to the fortified manor house. Stray wisps of moonlight glinted on the sharp tips of pikes and she shivered as she recognised the lobster pot...

My fourth gentle femdom experience
(This is a sequel to "My third gentle femdom experience")
Earning a better living -- or not...
Mistress Janet led me to my first visit to the basement -- it was air-conditioned like the other rooms in the house, so a naked slave like me would have no trouble coping with temperature. We descended a steep staircase and when we reached the basement, Mistress Janet turned on the light and I could see a narrow hallway with several doors on each side....

He awoke before his alarm- his cock aching inside its steel prison. Last night had been a particularly bad one. After watching his required 4 hours of porn every night consisting of studs shooting their loads into soft pussies unprotected by birth control, his cock continually ached from the unyielding confinement and inability to get erect or achieve anything nearing an erection. He knew that if he could he would rip his cock cage off and yield to the need to cum that had been building inside him for the l...

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.
We continue the story of Clair and Fred's Nursing student friend Regina as they help her explore her Kinks. I've always been fascinated by the psychological aspects of BDSM. What's going on in the Sub's mind, what is their motivation, what kinks do they really enjoy, and which do they simply endure for their Dom's sake. To explore these themes, I h...

Chapter One
It started as fun.
Sofia Mendes, 29 years old. She had and still has the appearance of a model, which she always dreamed of being in her adolescence, before getting married. Her only problem, if you can call it a problem, was her breasts. Too big for most models today, skin and bone. She told those who suggested that she had no desire to be a slut to model swimsuits or worse. Secretly, she would have jumped at the opportunity if her family or friends hadn't found out. Sofia would get wet j...

Leaving Home - Part 2 - slave girl sara
Uncle Ray kissed my cheek and put an envelope in my hand.
"Open this on the coach and keep in touch with me."
"I will, i promise Sir."
At the coach station i was an hour early so i waited at the appointed place, the coach was there but not open.
"Ticket please."...

I Don't Trust Myself
A brand-new m/f male chastity romance :) Expect lots of heavy teasing and boundary talk. All involved characters are enthusiastically consenting and, of course, over 18. Enjoy!
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"Hi! Come on in."
The customer's name was Mika, according to the work form. She turned out to be a woman about my age, with bouncy bobbed hair and a bubbly smile. She was dressed in a baggy t-shirt with an obscure cartoon character on it that had been my favorite as a kid. It was long enough that ...

Chapter One -- The Surprise
It was supposed to be a surprise.
I landed three hours before Ethan's flight. No delays, no traffic, not even a line at check-in. I remember thinking, Maybe this is a sign. Like the universe was finally cutting me a break for once. Letting me be the wife who shows up early, not the one always stuck on FaceTime at boarding gates....

**Vanessa's Weekend**
Vanessa
We laid there for a while. I was tied up and Eric was toying with my body while I laid in my post orgasm bliss. He circled my nipples with his fingers. Pleasure ran through me but it was a soft and steady pleasure that built slowly. He runs his fingers from my nipples down the valley of my breasts over the sensitive skin of my stomach. It was odd how we could do all these rough things, all these dirty depraved sexual acts....

Dana
Waking up I almost forget where I am. It's pitch black and I'm laying half naked in the middle of a bed. Jude must have left me here. I can't help but pout as I roll out of bed, I switch the light on and go into one of my suitcases to pull on some fresh clothes. The chill of autumn is beginning to hit and it is a good thing too because I don't know if I would have survived the move had I come at the beginning of Summer. I pull on sweatpants and a light t-shirt before I start padding out into Jude's ...

It was near the end of the first week of her sentence when Carol realized two things- one, that her public whipping was less than 48 hours away and two, that Mark Wilcox was much more resistant to her flirtations and seductive hints than she had ever suspected.
He had just washed her and was talking about getting a bidet attachment installed on her toilet when she asked, "Will you be there?"...

Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are fictional, over the age of 18, and are engaging in consensual activities. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. This story explores BDSM themes that are rooted in mutual trust, negotiation, and aftercare. Consent is key....

Ashley was different the next morning.
She moved through the kitchen slower. Lighter. But not free -- no, it was restraint. A practiced stillness. She didn't speak first. Didn't look up.
Andrew was already seated, coffee in one hand, scrolling casually through his phone like nothing had changed....

The door clicked softly behind her. Ashley was gone.
Andrew stood in the silence of the apartment, sipping his coffee. The same morning routine: eggs, laptop, emails. His event clients were quiet today -- good. That meant a slower day, more time to relax.
She'd left early for a multi-leg international loop, gone for at least three nights. It was a strange living arrangement, this two-bedroom split between him and Ashley -- but cheap, easy, and clean. And Ashley?...

My second gentle femdom experience
(This is a sequel to "My first gentle femdom experience")
Mistress has her way with the poor slave
After a long kiss, my lips and her pussy finally parted, her hand released the chain attached to my leash, and a dead silence followed for the next ten to fifteen seconds. Still bound and vulnerable, I looked up expectantly, and for a solitary second, I noticed the disappointment in her beautiful brown eyes. Her gaze finally met mine as she composed herself, put her ...

Middle England. The Dark Ages. At this time, mostly long stretches of forest, some farmland, few villages and fewer towns. Christisnity had gained small footholds throughout the land. A post Roman, pre-anything else collection of kingdoms. A time of Arthur. A Friday in late Autumn, just after teatime....

Chapter 37: The devoted knight's reward
When Corantin entered his room, a half-naked Vallerie was waiting for him. Tonight, she had traded her armour for a black leather harness giving full view of her majestic tits, pussy, and ass.
"Ah! Master!" exclaimed the knightess. "Is it finally time for my reward for spying on the stupid butler?"...

This is something a bit different from the first person with some light male domination. All characters are consenting 18+ adults.
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Lily was just one of those girls that would always catch my eye. We had several of the same college classes and I would always see her sitting near the front. She was very shy and our few brief conversations revealed that she was quite nerdy. She always wore the ...

Fapter 3 -- Torments and Tastes
Oh, God. I opened my jaw as wide as I could. "Perfect! I love it when you do exactly as I say. Stick out your tongue." As soon as I did so, she slapped the wet, condom covered end of the stick down onto it. First the odor of latex, and then the tangerine taste of her juices flooded my senses. I felt the pressure of her hand under my chin....

She pulled into the designated meeting place, a deserted trailhead at the bottom of a mountain. In winter, it was the best isolated spot with no cameras. A storm was due the next day. In a few days, or even longer, her car might be found. She would be over 100 miles away, in a lower altitude with warmer temperatures by then. She took a few breaths, the fear of leaving everything almost overtaking the anticipation of what will happen that was already soaking her cunt....

​​​​Trailer Sissy Slave
by KathyYes
Sissy lilly L. drove home from work in her small, aging car. The name "lily L." was hanging as the adornment from the dog collar she wore. This was not her legal name, but she knew it would be someday. Everyone in her home area knew her as simply "lily-ell.", a nickname that others found odd, but then she came off as eccentric to most anyway, as goth trans girls often do....

Monday rolled around quickly. Tonight I was to meet Tamara for dinner. Afterward I anticipated a trip to her dungeon where I would be trained by My Dear Mistress. It was taking all my will power to not tell Bobby and Anne about Tamara's attraction to me as well as her special room into which I had unwittingly stumbled....

I was twenty-five when I first met Betty, a bright and bubbly blond of nineteen. We were at a football game, and she was with a group of friends, one of which I knew. Betty and I got talking and from that moment on we were never apart.
Betty came from a strict Catholic family and although she had a few boyfriends, she had done nothing more than kiss. Mine was the first cock she touched, the first she sucked, the first that fucked her and up until tonight, the only one she had ever had. Tonight was her fo...

A Twisted Path to Happiness
Authors Note:
This is a story I wrote years ago, and it is quite the opus. I have given it a thorough edit and some other minor tweaks. Unlike other stories I have posted here, this is entirely a work of fiction.
Meeting Her:
I suppose you could say our meeting wasn't typical. In fact, I think it is pretty unique. No other guy I know can say they met their wife while bound, chained to a man's chariot and pretending to be a horse....

Chapter Eight
Dressed respectably once more, Rachel followed Miss Caine out of the house and back into their carriage. Underneath her dress, the original corset with its restrictive strap was back in place and all the way home she had to suffer as every jolt and jerk chafed at her soft centre and made her bottom twinge with pain. Was Olivia's now feeling the harsh kiss of the cane? she wondered....

My first gentle femdom experience
Thursday morning -- the arrival
My name is Peter and I work for a large construction company. Compared to the other employees, my 5 feet 5 inches gives me the status among my female colleagues of a "rather short guy", but my good sense of humor, athletic figure and high professional skills have been able to tip the scales in my favor, at least socially....

We arrived a day ago in Paris and the city feels newly ours. There are sights to be seen, meals to enjoy, and wine to taste. Paris exists only for us. We are finally well rested and ready to explore all the city has to offer.
We start our day lingering over a charming breakfast of flaky croissants and rich espresso at a corner cafe below our hotel. We interlock fingers and wander down the luxurious Champs-Elysees, admiring the window displays at the couture shops....

Part 1
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CHAPTER 1: THE DRESSAGE MARE
Barbie appeared early, dressed in a strappy little black leather number that wrapped tightly around her lusciously enhanced body, emphasising her curves, dimpling the flesh of her gargantuan breasts and disappearing between her perfectly sculpted buttocks; the outfit may have been minimalist but it screamed 'dominatrix' even without the three foot long flexible riding whip she was holding and six inch stiletto heels she strutted into the yard wearing that had h...

At a pair of massive oak doors they paused and the policewoman moved behind her and removed the cuffs.
"When we go in I'm going to escort you to the defense table and leave you there with your public defender while I go to the gallery and wait to be called. You should have 2 or 3 minutes to talk to your lawyer but don't get your hopes up. They're going to represent 20 or 30 clients this afternoon and won't remember you five minutes after you're sentenced."...