bdsm stories and histories

The camera light started glowing red and immediately pings started sounding. In the reflection of the camera, a pretty girl sat in a short skirt and thigh high stockings. Bunny ears were cheekily cocked on her head and a collar was around her neck, her breasts free with already peaked nipples. An imposing figure stood farther back, arms crossed and leaning against the wall....

Chapter 33: Pains and insults
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Amari was pinned, face first, against the wall. Sturdy metal manacles kept her limbs in an X shape. With her back left defenceless, Corantin would sporadically lash on it with his whip. Between screams, she had tried to open the conversation multiple times, but Corantin gave her the silent treatment. He was dead set on keeping it that way until her behaviour improved. Still, it felt like she at least understood that her insults and taunts would ...

The First Woman I Wanted to Become
I wasn't supposed to want to be her.
Not in the way I did.
Other girls wanted to be princesses. Actresses. Maybe dancers. Pretty things that glowed and waited to be noticed. They talked about weddings, about being chosen. Their daydreams were filled with horses and gowns and someone arriving to hand them a story....

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)
The clerk dropped off yet another case on my desk and walked away without a word. "Oh goody, another case," I murmured quietly to myself. "I bet this one is duller than dish water." I read a little of it... it was. Dammit, I was coming up on my 25th birthday. I knew I should be grateful that I had a job with this firm, and the perks and salary allowed me to have a good life. But as the low person on the totem pole, I got all the crap cases. And my current p...

Chapter 17
"Ma'am, continuing the subject of more." Aimee called across the spa. "Sylvie will you hop up on the ledge at this corner and Ma'am, you have Bear do the same. Let us see how long he can last watching Aimee's cute bum wiggle as she sucks me silly and you dearest give him a blow job to remember."...

CHAPTER 19: THE WALK OF SHAME
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I was woken at five by the lovely buxom stable girl, Robyn, tipping me out the basket where I'd spent the night. After using her new pony, Sophie had unsaddled him and removed his bridle before ordering him onto the basket and chaining him by the collar to her bed. If he had wanted to play with himself, he'd have struggled with the mitts but, after two days work and two nights of being used as a pony boy, I fell asleep almost immediately....

It's late, almost after midnight. I just picked Daddy up at the local truck stop where his rig will stay and brought him home to the house we share together. He said a quick hello to the dog before walking around the first floor of the house making sure everything is in order. He always does that.
I know he's tired. He's been driving for over ten hours today to get home to me. He usually takes a week or two to be at home at a time but this visit isn't time off, he's just passing by on his way to deliver ...

They were getting ready for the reading group. Just some casual dinner thing - soft lighting, recycled wine bottles, everyone pretending not to care too much. Emily was in the mirror fixing her eyeliner, wearing a white shirt Grace liked.
Grace stood behind her, still buzzing a little from the last few days. Everything had been landing. Emily was listening, showing up, soft in the right moments, sharp in others. It felt... easy....

The following is a work of fiction. Neither the location nor any of the characters exist, nor are they based upon anyone or any real place. The one thing that is based upon fact is the narrator's ability to project emotions into his lover's mind. Although this may seem unusual, it is an ability that the author has and regularly practices with his wife. The thought of sharing that ability with lovers other than one's spouse is a bit scary to me due to the chance of misunderstanding that might cause problems,...

Your hand holds mine gently, your thick fingers dwarfing my slender ones even as they intertwine. Your eyes are on the television but mine are watching you. You sit mostly expressionless. Every once in a while your lips twitch into the briefest hint of amusement at the show and your thumb gently traces where it rests on my hand....

Chapter 1 The Set Up
My wife Gen and I take weekend getaways regularly. Recently, she's taken to exercising her dominance over me even while we were on a mini vacation. She always makes all the plans, I'm never consulted or asked. I usually find out on a Friday morning that we're leaving Friday afternoon. This time we drove a couple hours to a little artsy getaway town filled with galleries, restaurants and bars. Once we got to our Airbnb, which was on the first floor just around the corner from the main...

We barely knew each other. Except for a mutual friendgroup, the same age and loosely shared interests there was nothing between me and you. Yet I was hopelessly in love. To be concrete, I must admit that my obsession went so far as to commit to something slightly immoral. But at the time I finally went through with my questionable plan, morality was of the littlest concern. In a way, it is beautiful how lustful desires always seem to conquer our sense of what is right and what is not. This holds true for us...

"Hey! What are you up to tonight?"
I saw the text on my flip phone from Tess while I was in the middle of a game of beer pong with Xavier, the frontman in my band. It was a friday night in the middle of my sophomore year in college. I had been a pretty good student due to my introversion, but since I had started the band with Xavier, my focus had shifted to writing songs and consuming as much alcohol and controlled substances as I could. Hanging out with Xavier also proved to be excellent for my chances ...

CHAPTER 9: GOING DOWN AGAIN
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Bryony glared at me as she was strapped back into the traces. Her face was smeared with Honey Pot's juices and I could see frustration as much as anger in her expression.
I shrugged and grinned round my bit which didn't help her mood.
It wasn't as if I could have done anything about it....

Author's Note:
Hello! This one's a few years old, but I decided it was time to put it up here. I just want to set a couple of expectations before it begins. Suicidality is a through-line in this story. It came from a pretty dark place emotionally, but I'm doing a lot better these days. It's a slow-burn, and it was originally published as a novella. I think it works well as a self-contained story, but I do have about half of a second part sitting unfinished in my documents folder. If you'd like to see mor...

New York stank of sin... and Dominic Vale ruled it like a god.
The first to be born of his kind.
Half dragon. Half vampire.
From the top floor of The Crimson Fang, his personal fortress carved into the sky with blood money and dragon fire, he stared down at the glowing city like a predator. Every inch of this concrete jungle bent to him... supernatural or not. Witches, vampires, lycans, humans even corrupt politicians - all danced on his leash....

Hi everyone :)
Since a lot of you seemed to enjoy part one, here is his revenge.
I'll probably have one more part incoming and then it'll be closed :)
As always I appreciate feedback in the comments!
For now, please enjoy!
xoxo,
Jackie
Disclaimer: All participants are over the age of 21!...

The Head and the Cane
"So what have you got lined up for the summer break?" Meg asked her secretary.
"Oh, right now, the only thing I can think about is gin and tonic," replied Rachel.
Meg laughed.
"Seriously though, we've got a week in Corfu mid way through and then I think we'll spend it in the garden if the weather holds. What about you?" Rachel added....

As she guided her car expertly through the early rush hour traffic, she couldn't help reflecting that today -- and last night -- had been most satisfying. A small smile played on her lips when she thought about how she and Jake had spent the evening, after she had submitted a critical high-priority report for work that had taken several days of super-focused effort....

Part 1: The Spark of Curiosity
Heather rose at dawn for her usual yoga class. Before slipping out the door, she paused by the bed and brushed a gentle kiss over her husband Arthur's forehead. He stirred slightly but stayed asleep, a soft smile on his lips.
I love you, she thought warmly, tiptoeing out....

The Spoon That Shifted Everything
It started with a spoon.
A small thing. Almost invisible in the moment.
I was sitting at the kitchen table, still in my pajamas--cotton pants with a faded cartoon print I was probably too old for. My legs swung beneath the chair, toes brushing the crossbar, not quite long enough to reach the floor....

'This is fucking stupid.' I think to myself as I get off the bus and start walking. 'You ended things with him for a reason. You stopped talking to him for a reason. You aren't that hard up for company. You can turn around now and not be a fucking idiot.'
But my feet continue on their current course headed to the coffee shop where Skye was waiting. Skye, the man I should never have been with. I try to think of the heartache, deception, the fiance he had who wasn't me. Instead I'm thinking about his lips,...

The rest of the world sees you as my protégé. Smart, loyal, dedicated, attending to my every need in the boardroom. The new intern who made good, the young woman in her twenties fresh out of business school who so impressed her superior that she was elevated to his right hand.
Only you and I know the truth....

May.
The air outside was getting warmer with each day passing by. Flowers in the street, in strangers' hands, flowers in the eyes of everyone.
Violet was out of town for the whole week, for work. She had long meetings, lots of people to talk to, she usually finished her day in absolute exhaustion. Only one thing took her mind off work during the day : her texts with Victor....

Finding myself with spare time on my hands recently, I was idly browsing on a swinger's website when I came across the following advertisement on the member's contact page.
"Middle aged submissive couple seek a virile young experienced master to cuckold them, and administer mild discipline occasionally."...

Chapter Three
It was heavenly to be alone for a while and Rachel relaxed, smiling to herself as she realised that Miss Caine had actually forgotten about the caning after all. She unpacked the meagre contents of her trunk, hanging some of her garments up in the solitary mahogany wardrobe but depositing a few on the bed as well before she placed the one picture she had of her parents on the bedside table. Her memories had faded like the picture and it was hard to recall them at all at times. What would th...

It's cold outside. Perfect cuddle weather. Yet here she sits, all alone cold, bored, and oh so horny. She can't go down that rabbit hole again. She can't let it consume her again.
He's gone and she's been single for years, she can get thru this. She got rid of all her toys ages ago. Trying to occupy her mind, she opts to do some tidying up, make some dinner, listen to some music......

Part 2: New Toy
Two weeks after Chris's birthday, the stockade remained in the centre of the living room, a since-unused monument to the adventures of that weekend.
Chris said to Lexy, one evening, "what are your plans for that?" gesturing towards the apparatus.
"Well, I know you enjoyed it." she told him, "but I'm not sure how I feel about it."...

Frank and Sondra have been living in their house for three years now. Sondra is now forty years old, and Frank is forty-two. The years have only made their love for each other stronger; they did an entire makeover of the mansion's grounds and it looks incredible. A raised-bed herb garden, several perennial plots, perimeter fencing, and a walkway. There are several hundred-year old oak trees on the property, and they even put up a treehouse in one of them. The treehouse keeps them in shape because the only w...

CHAPTER 1: PONYBOY
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The stream at the bottom of the path leading up to the moor was chill but Bryony and I were both hot, sweating hard in our harnesses as we plunged onto the fast flowing water making it splash over our naked skin. It was spring and the rain on the moor had raised the water level so it came up to our knees making it hard to wade through and the hooves of my pony boots sunk into the soft mud of the streambed as we crossed it pulling the chariot to which we were harnessed....