bdsm stories and histories

Chapter One A -- The Body Remembers (Continued)
The briefing room
The briefing room was cool, dark, and utterly still. The kind of stillness that felt artificial, built for secrets.
Screens lined every wall, suspended in silence. Black glass tables reflected the soft pulse of interface lights. The ceiling lights were dimmed to a surgical low. It wasn't designed for comfort. It was built to keep people off balance. It worked....

Jackson awoke with a yawn, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. It was still strange, to wake up feeling rested like this day in and day out. A scant two months ago, he never got a good eight hours' rest. He was forced to cut his sleeping hours short time and time again to meet his employer's outrageous deadlines and quotas. It was that or end up out in the cold....

Tags: Fsub, Mdom, Fdom, Submission, Blackmail, Control, Surrender, Bondage, Sadism, Oral, MF, MFF,
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any character similarities with real people, living or dead, or to real places or events is entirely coincidental. All fictional participants are over the fictional age of 18. Consent is sexy. Probably don't try this at home....

Chapter 32: Frostfeld
The next morning, Corantin was lazing in bed enjoying his usual wake call. Last night had been Vallerie's turn to share his bed. Just like her sister, she loved to wake up their master with oral sex and being rewarded with a mouthful of the most delicious juice in the world.
Once fully conscious, he lifted the covers and admired her work. She was currently running her tongue all over his shaft. As she moved her tongue, Corantin could see glimpse of the lewd mark now adorning her ...

We met on AOL, back when it had just become The Next Big Thing in the 90s. Her name was Susan, and she was pretty, blonde, with East European roots. In the real world she was a paralegal at some law firm in Arlington Heights, a suburb of Chicago. She planned to clear out her son, Danny, so that we could have some adult time. We had talked via Immediate Message for months, and then spoke on the phone a few times and at last met briefly at the Gale Street Inn. I was single at the time, living in the city, and...

Chapter 5: One Day at a Time
2 Years Ago
There's something about having a compliant slave boy suck your toes that feels strangely empowering. Christina was especially surprised in this specific instance, though, watching Ben suck them with reckless abandon. It usually took subs a session or two to get to this point but Ben took it like a champ. She smiled as she enjoyed the control over him....

Donnie and Mel just spent a weekend swapping with Lyn and Tess, and they have plans to meet in just over a week at the Visser's villa in the Alps.
The story is set in July of 1992
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(Donnie's POV)
What do you do after spending a weekend swapping with a gorgeous couple from the Netherlands who want you back at their mountain resort in a week - give all your attention to your one-year-old boy - and the neighbors you haven't seen in a few weeks....

Moving was stressful. Managing a crisis and robbery was stressful. Training a surprise apprentice was stressful. Dating two people was stressful. And managing it all at once? Yeah, that was stressful. Add in the nerves of moving in with those two people meant Thistle was a cauldron ready to boil over. So, she had never been more thankful for the pack....

In the lounge I gulped the wine down in one go and handed the glass back to Dan. 'More, please babe.'
As he went off to the kitchen I sat back on the big soft cushions of the sofa and got back into my porno whore pose with my knees up by my ears and probed my cunt a bit to see how sore to the touch it was. Pretty sore, but not too bad. Another hour from Dan's big hand should improve that....

Chapter 6
The next time I saw M was at a local pub she'd asked me to meet her at.
Not the posh kind with craft beers and weirdly expensive snacks. This one had a sticky carpet, the smell of old wood varnish mixed with stale ale and faint chip fat, and one of those fruit machines wheezing in the corner like it was dying a slow death, or maybe that was just the bloke feeding it his week's wages with a glazed look in his eyes....

**Author's Note.**
Here's my attempt at a kinky power exchange story. We all know us Brits basically invented the whole disciplined at boarding school thing, right?
I wanted to explore what happens when class structures get flipped on their head behind closed doors. Like the proper aristocratic lady who's always bossing everyone around but secretly fantasizes about being dominated. And the working class Irish guy who's sick of being pushed around by toffs but finds it hot when a posh woman begs him to...

Chapter 54: I Let Him Go, and She Pulled Me Close
"He left my home with gratitude. She stayed in my bed with fire. And I... I remained exactly who I've always been: a woman who gets what she wants." — Mistress Staci
His last morning was quiet.
He made tea. Pressed my robe. Kissed my wrist before placing the key on the table....

This actually follows A Day at the Fair rather than Losing @ Poker 6.
Following our adventures at the fairground on our last day of Fiona and I being slaves to Chris, he first soaked us in the garden before fucking us.
The smell of barbecues from the neighbours had made us hungry so we ordered a delivery of Chinese food. As this was our last day of service to Chris we dressed in his favourite lingerie, based around sexy bra, knickers, stockings and suspenders and that is how we answered the door to th...

**Part 2: Earning Her Place**
** Section 1: The Truth Will Out**
There had been thirteen of them to start.
Thirteen hopefuls, kneeling in Zelena's atrium--bare, trembling, eyes lowered. All genders. All ages. All desperate to belong. Zelena had paced before them in heels that echoed like gunshots, wearing a white bodysuit and nothing else....

Thank you for choosing my story! I would love any and all feedback!
All characters in the story are 18+
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I was at the club with my friends, dancing to IDGAF and screaming the lyrics like an anthem as the bass thumped through my chest.
I didn't just look hot tonight, I felt it. In my pink halter-neck mini dress with an open back, silver heels, and my favorite lipstick, I knew I was turning heads. I usually don't like the attention but today was different. I felt loose happy and bolder than u...

A Somewhat True Story...
My wrists and ankles were bound with rope and the whipping had been in progress for several minutes. And with each blow of the the multiple leather tails I cried out in pain/pleasure--although my Dom had warned me to keep my "noise" muted down. The apartment walls were thin and his neighbors might hear. So I tried to remember and abide by this with each blow. It was difficult. I loved the pain and wanted to shout out my joy at receiving it....

**Author's Note**
Cheers for the feedback. Here's more of Eleanor sorting out the posh twats at Thornbridge. More class stuff, more discipline, more stockings.
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are adults (18+). Sebastian Carrington-Wright turned 18 in September at the start of his final year as Head Boy. This work contains explicit sexual content intended for mature audiences only....

Background: This is short story that i wrote for my Wife/Goddes and it retells an afternoon delight with her that took place in our home. i wanted her to visualize what occurred through my eyes. Please be respectful with your comments, and if you can't be, please move on. Thought I would share this memory with like minded people. Hope you enjoy......

During a period of editing I received an email enquiry about Rachel, to cut a long email short someone wanted to purchase her. Following a series of emails between myself and Rachel's potential new owner a figure was agreed a tasty £1.2m and this included shipping.
By now both Rachel and Linda were caged inside the waiting room, and they had been there for a couple of days, I'm not sure if they were pleased to see me but to be honest I didn't care. 'Rachel' I said 'your time here has come to an end, I'm ...

Arrival
The young man waited at the door of the surprisingly grand house. He had felt out of place driving his beaten-up car up the sweep of the gravel drive, and now he didn't know what to expect. He would have felt nervous and self-conscious on the best of days. This was not the best of days.
Sarah. She was the reason he was here. Beautiful, vivacious, unapologetically kinky. And very much out of his league. She had coaxed him to wear a chastity cage on their second date. When he arrived wearing it ...

The halls were quiet with the night's stillness, with the moon shining in through the scattered windows along the right side of the hallway. Suddenly a woman's shriek broke the silence like a shattered glass.
Immediately the hall lit up with several servants running down the hallway and to their Queen's bedroom. A door opened and a slave asked the passing female servant "Again?" They didn't answer, just nodded as she ran past. The slave shut the door and cursed to himself....

Submissive in Surrey


Chapter 8


Offer and Acceptance

"I want you to work for me."
The words hung in the air. I became aware of every tiny sensation I would normally perceive only dimly. The cold, perspiring glass I was holding; the slight fragrance of the gin; the bitterness of the tonic water clinging to my tongue; the sound of the evening rain, pattering on the window; and even my own breathing. The background had become foreground....

Chapter 51: My Submissive Husband and the Woman I Loved
"They never competed. She never knelt. He never touched. And somehow, it worked—because I remained the sun around which they turned." — Mistress Staci
It wasn't traditional. But neither was I.
He knew his place. She never asked for one....

Chapter Four
In fact, in the position she had left me in, I could not even lie down but had to crouch, arms extended slightly outwards and upwards. After half an hour or so, I was feeling the strain and I tried half-standing up for a while but that soon cramped my thighs while I started to realise that I needed to go to the toilet again. Her words came back to me and I knew that she would punish me if she found any evidence of doing so but I could not work out any way that I could move so that I could di...

1. Mary learns about control
Mary woke that morning feeling horny. She was at home alone, as her husband Dan had left to get breakfast for them both. She thought about getting ready for when he came back home, but if she was being honest with herself another idea was coming to her.
Dan had previously given her a special box of "vouchers" as he called them. They were contained in a lovely presentation box, with a variety of different offers. There were a number of romantic suggestions, such as a meal i...

Jennifer flopped down on the couch with a sigh, letting her hair out of its tight ponytail. It had been another long day at work, running around making coffee for a series of people with wildly unrealistic expectations for her productivity. If one more jackass with a bluetooth headset snarked that it couldn't possibly take twenty minutes to make a latte, she swore she would put a dent in his face....

She sips her wine at the kitchen counter while attempting to review the contract again. Every few lines, her mind wanders off, envisioning the acts she's agreeing to.
She had eagerly initialed statement after statement after skimming. By the last page, she had been so desperately aroused, she needed an orgasm to refocus herself....

This wasn't going to be like the last time, that's what you told me over the phone. Last time you didn't get what you wanted. Last time you left unsatisfied. Last time I really wasn't ready to give you what you needed. The time it'll be much different.
I wondered about that as I was driving there, I wondered You were too easy on me last time. I wanted a real punishment spanking. I wanted to be scolded. I wanted to be held down and spanked until, when I got up all I wanted to do was rub my bottom. Hell, y...

The Arrival
The boutique door opened with a small chime--soft, refined, almost apologetic. Anca stepped in first, her heels pausing on the threshold. The air was warmer inside, gently perfumed with something floral and faintly resinous. Behind her, Michel closed the door quietly.
She had expected glass and gold, maybe chrome. Instead, the boutique felt like a drawing room lost in time. Velvet drapes in muted emeralds and wine-reds framed the tall windows, and every piece of furniture--sofas, cabinets,...

This chapter is probably going to be frustrating for some readers. I can only say I felt it was the logical progression of their characters.
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Dakota
Dakota was really tempted to go into the bathroom and just force herself to throw up so the urge to do it might calm down. Lord knew she'd met enough women in the business who'd taught her how....