bdsm stories and histories

Note: As before, the subject depicted is a fictional creation and claims no relationship to any living person or persons. No character's thoughts or actions should not be taken as any kind of commentary on or depiction of any actual person or persons.
As many note with these sorts of stories, this is all well and good for fantasy and stories but the real world demands consent and respect....

Stephanie and Melissa were best friends. Both were nineteen-years-old, and, whilst both sets of parents were away together for three weeks the two girls stayed together at Melissa's house.
Stephanie came back from college and explained to Melissa, "One of my friends, Emma, was really naughty in class and whilst normally she would've been sent to the headmistress, the teacher, Miss Lewis, took exception and called Emma to the front of the class where she caught her off-balance and pulled her across her la...

She looks like Anya. Not exactly... no one could.
She's short but lean, eyes a little too widely spaced. Long blonde hair. No tits. Tiny ass. Fit. Glasses just a bit big for her face.
The harness around her waist says it all. eight inches of tan latex, shiny in the motel light. The head a bright pink. I look between my legs, knees by my ears. I see the dildo, but I also see my own cock, small and untouched in a steel cage....

PREFACE

My dear reader,
I hope that you are enjoying my story of a young couple and their bondage journey together. I will assume that you are, since you've gotten this far in the series. As you will soon read, our young couple will be venturing into more extreme bondage situations. I have been concerned about "going there", so I wanted to say a few things about this before proceeding. Please indulge me....

At the risking of showing my age, I grew up in a time before Self-service gas stations, before electronic credit card, before pay-at-the-pump, before there was such a thing as C-stores. It was the summer of my Senior year, and I worked the 10pm to 8am shift by myself at a service station off the interstate. Not a lot of business that time of the night and I spent a ton of time reading, Porn mags, Spanking porn mags, sex comics like "SEX-TO-SEXTY" Shaping my virginal youth so to speak. Spent an absurd amount...

Temptation (Ch. 02)
soppingwetpanties
This story can be read by itself, though Chapter One will give you more context.
This is one of WN's fantasies dealing with female body worship, a noble calling.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All character...

Chapter 10
Most mornings in the park, a pretty woman would detour from her run over to say hello and pet his dogs. She was of a slender build, she struck Rob a quite fit. Her hair, at the dark end of blond, was in a high pony tail as she exercised, but looked shoulder length. She always had a smile on her face. Rob thought her very attractive. He guessed she was younger than himself, by a little. She was always nice to his dogs; they took an instant liking to her despite their reticence toward most peopl...

First Timers - slave girl sara
I am Carrie, a twenty-one-year-old girl, still living at home with my mum, dad and James, my nineteen-year-old brother. Like most homes in our village, dad, and if he was away, my brother, kept a very strict house. Not the namby-pamby option of a slapped wrist and no pudding if naughty, oh no, nothing at all like that....

"You ever been into erotic asphyxiation?" She asks over the flickering faux candles. She wanted to meet for coffee their first date, but he insisted on dinner.
"Uh, no?" What the fuck, he thinks, Oh my god, what the fuck.
"I'm just messing with you," she says with a sly grin as she picks up her glass and swirls the wine within it....

The sub knelt naked and bound in the center of the room. Face down, eyes averted from the women who watched him, he struggled to understand what they wanted from him. They seemed to expect him to do something. Something that he knew he wanted to do but shouldn't. Shouldn't want to, not shouldn't do it. He'd do it alright, he knew that much, and he'd feel ashamed of himself. But he knew he'd do it as often as they wanted, just as soon as he remembered what it was....

As she sat on the bench feeding the swans, she suddenly felt a hand choking her throat. After it was removed, she stood up, bent down with her head between her knees, lifted her skirt, spread her cheeks and shaped her lips into an 'O' to give the interested party a good view of her set of holes. She saw a middle-aged white man who approvingly approached to inspect her shaven cunt. She felt both ashamed and excited at how moist it had become the very moment she had felt his hand on her throat....

Chapter 22: Vallerie's oath
One week later, Corantin was finishing the preparation for tonight's celebration. He was in the cottage where countless women had sworn absolute obedience over the years. One the second floor, the playroom had been furnished with all the tools necessary for the debauchery that would surely go deep into the night. On the ground floor, all the tools necessary for the ceremony had been arranged around the "altar"....

Thirty minutes. Chris grappled for another key, grunting as he fumbled it and heard it clatter on the floor. The cuffs limited his motion and flexibility quite a lot. He growled into the gag, tugging for a moment at his restraints. Half an hour to feel among what was dozens from the sounds of it. He absolutely intended to get loose, the question was if he could manage in time. So much of the room to search... and he had heard Violet scattering the keys with her foot....

We continued to see each other for months, *dating* in a way. I would meet her at the small cafe and we would catch up on our weeks. More accurately, she would have me report to her all my activities and thoughts, including who I found arousing in my day-to-day life. Even had me keep a diary of my deepest fantasies. I could have lied but I was too intimidated by her to try....

Chapter One
The carriage wheels clattered noisily over the cobblestoned driveway as the driver swung into the narrow turning. There was a brief flash of a small sign with the word 'Stables' outlined in gold lettering and Emilia turned her head and smiled at her aunt who was sitting next to her.
"How far is it now, Aunt Rowena?" she inquired excitedly, almost bouncing up and down on the sprung seat of the carriage as she thought about a whole week spent riding horses at the stables....

Chapter One
Zara put down her book, another trashy romance where the love interest was incredibly handsome, debonair and dashing yet still had time to be a new man and help around the house, and sighed heavily. Why couldn't she find someone like that? One who would sweep her off her feet and ride off into the sunset with her? Did that sort of man actually exist? She frowned, baby blue eyes staring out of the window at her unkempt back garden and the rain that was lashing down, turning the lawn into a qua...

Chapter 2 - The Invitation.
Charlie awoke with a start, his phone was ringing. Confused as to where he was momentarily, he fumbled around on the bedside table. The ringing stopped. He cursed under his breath at having been woken so noisily and sat up on the side of the bed, sighing. The thoughts of the previous evening began to fill his mind again, he smiled, remembering the details....

The stench of a capital city with no sewer system hit me full on as I let my Humvee idle through the gate of the UN forces' military compound on the former campus of Somali National University. While the compound itself benefitted from contractor-installed latrines, shower units, and window screens, the vast urban expanse outside was a cautionary tale of failed government, clan warfare, unchecked cruelty, and deprivation. I stomped on the accelerator, and the wind coming through the zipped down windows stir...

Ladies Come First
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This story is submitted for the 2025 April Fool's Contest.
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"Sur-pri-ezz!"
The drawn-out, whispered word in Devon's ear came as he heard a snapping noise near his right hand. He went to sit up only to realize his hand was shackled to the headboard.
"What the fuck, Suze. What's going on?"...

THINKING I CAN HAVE MY CAKE AND EAT IT
Suddenly I became aware of a series of 'click' sounds as a solid ring of cold steel closed in around my left wrist, fully surrounding it. Before I could react at all, the arm that said wrist was part of was pulled outwards and another series of clicks announced that the other steel cuff of the pair had been fastened to the outer bedpost. I was now inescapably fastened to my female partner's bed. Changing the dynamics of the situation completely. Although in no way a...

Houses of Pain and Love
Four novels about being a submissive man to dominant women
Book Two: Cathy's House
by Doberinca
and
Henry Daniels
Chapter 1
When Rob woke in the morning, Helena was in a chair at his bedside. "Good morning, sleepy head. I hope you slept well. The pills Kim gave you really knocked you out, it's nearly ten."...

I angrily toss my sponge into the sink, dirty water splashing all over my clothes.
I'm pissed off, and a little scared, honestly. Alex's tasks for today were so simple, exceedingly easy. How did I manage to fuck that up? I have no idea, and I certainly don't know what I'm supposed to tell him when he gets home from work....

Chapter 3
The lid of my cage above sliding open woke me up out of my deep slumber. As my eyes were adjusting to the low dungeon light, jets of hot piss smashed into my face, mouth and eyes.
I started to cough as the hot piss filled my mouth waking me up very quickly. The piss slowed down to drops and a scrunched up piece of toilet paper was thrown down at me, wet with Miss Victoria's piss after wiping Herself clean....

From the corridors of Cyberia.
Seven women, seven stories.
Dzjinna.
I met Jenn in a chatroom. She told me she was in her thirties, blond and tall. Of course, many women in chatrooms are blond and tall and in their thirties; some of them are even women. I've always thought, however, that it was beside the point to doubt any information at all in chatrooms. Cyberia has its own reality. That is why you should never meet your chat partner in so called real life, send videos or even get pictures. (By th...

Self awareness training for god's sake, can't they think of something better for our training? Two weeks of what I thought would be a waste of time actually wasn't. As far as work was concerned it was a waste but for me I did learn something although I don't know how.
I learned that I am submissive, I have always been a people pleaser and never the leader, deputy head girl and vice captain of the netball team. My parents were very strict and made me go to church every week, singing in the choir and ringi...

I'm in the kitchen making scallion drop biscuits when I get the ping on my phone, "I'm here."
"Doors open, come on in," I write back to him quickly.
I hear the door open and call out, "Hi! I'm in the kitchen!" and then I turn around and bend over the oven pretending to check on the biscuits and wait. I've timed this perfectly....

Anna, used.
The woman with the copper skin seemed in her early forties. Her half-long hair had the straightness and the raven blackness of her indigenous ancestors. She sat in a rattan chair next to the glittering rectangle of a swimming pool, one slender leg crossing the other. The late summer afternoon softened the sun's glare, but the air was still balmy. Behind a freshly sprinkled garden and a row of hedges the desert stretched out into reddish infinity until it fused with the ghosts of distant mount...

The Retreat
Chapter 11
It had been a couple of days since Sara returned from the cottage. She didn't have anything scheduled with any clients, as she had been booked out for the rest of the week, but she was starting to feel restless. Gail had stopped by a couple of times and they did get to spend some time together, which did make Sara feel good, but still, something seemed... off. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. Regardless, she didn't feel like being alone, so she headed down to the lounge ...

It has been some time since I wrote, and I apologize, but I believe that my schedule is a bit more regular, which will enable me to give the proper time to this series and others, both published and in the works. As always, all characters are 18 in this fictional tale of fantasy. If any of the characters reflect a person in real life, then it is merely coincidence and not based on a person I may know or have encountered....

It's quiet, I can faintly hear footsteps coming down the hall. I lay here, arms and legs tied to the bed, naked, waiting, I have no idea what is coming. Suddenly, I hear the footsteps in the same room I'm in, I hear the door close, and I hear men moaning (I assume in appreciation of the view I'm providing them)!...