bdsm stories and histories

[The latest story in the saga of one woman's long sexual odyssey]
I'm sitting at the outdoor table on my covered porch, sipping my first cup of coffee of the day. I gaze out at the morning sunlight slanting low across my backyard and watch a gentle breeze shake the leaves in the surrounding trees. It's a perfect morning, and I should be content, but I feel the familiar itch building in my groin. I sigh, my hand wandering down between my bare legs and touching my panties. It's been more than three months ...

Chapter One
We were finally on our way. My wife and I were uncharacteristically quiet as we drove to town. We were heading to meet a new friend for the first time. We had met on a fairly well-known adult meeting site.
This all started with a fantasy that I shared with her. We had played around together enough to know that we both enjoyed a submissive role in the bedroom, but neither of us particularly enjoyed taking the dominant role. I think she was surprised when I brought up the idea of finding a d...

The Shape of Surrender (Ch. 05)
soppingwetpanties
This is Scott's unrequited fantasy of female domination.
Thank you Scott and Frank.
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 characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older....

Wrists bound to posts of a bed I lie facing pillows trying not to shudder at the clack of heels that circle and nip me like I'm prey. I try and crane my neck around to catch glimpses of her Beautifully curved body. She catches my eyes with a smirk and presses my face down while raising up my hips tenderly. her hands explore until landing on my cock. Trapped in a small cage and dripping eagerly with precum. It's been weeks since I've came. 2 weeks on the dot and I'm purring at her touch. I shake my hips tryi...

Day 2
I woke up the next morning to Victoria with one hand stroking my hair and the other rubbing between my breasts. Then she switched from between my breasts to on them. Stroking them along the bottom and then the sides.
She finally said "Good morning darling." With a smile across her face. Then Amanda appeared on my other side and just attacked my nipples, abusing them a little. I let out a small "Oh!" as she continued, Victoria went to my hands and released one of them from the ropes then crawled ...

Being a housekeeper wasn't easy for Katie, but she made it work. After a few years of positive reviews and word of mouth, her business was booming, but it seemed like she was still struggling to get by.
She took off a week to be with her family for the holidays and the lack of revenue for the week had done a number on her bank account. In order to help recoup some cash, Katie had taken on a few new clients, but because of the bustle of the holiday season, she didn't have time to look at anything more tha...

Gothic Plum
"Time to get ready," he says, leaving her embrace to pull on his trousers. "I'll be downstairs."
She waits, tangled in the sheets, savoring his backside as he walks away. So easy for him to get dressed up.
In the bathroom, she breathes in his lingering scent. Her back arches, recalling his breath on her neck and his hardness against her from behind. Her thighs ache from being wrapped around him, but the flowing water eases her tension with a blur of serenity....

The first rays of morning sunlight slipped between the curtains, brushing Sina's face with a soft, ticklish warmth. She scrunched her nose against it, half-heartedly trying to burrow deeper into the covers before blinking her heavy eyes open. For a moment, she simply lay there, blinking lazily at the clock on the nightstand, letting the quiet hush of the morning settle over her. Then, instinctively, she turned her head -- and there he was....

"You haven't really told me where we're going."
"Don't worry, you're gonna enjoy it."
"I mean, you did say it was a party, but you didn't go into detail."
"Just shush. It'll be fun."
Heath couldn't really do anything except sit in the passenger seat of Jen's car, wallowing in the lack of answers he was getting. After the last time he'd hung out with Jen, he figured there was some sort of secret thing going on, but he knew his friend better than anyone. If she didn't want to spill the beans, then...

My mistress had dropped me off at her friend's house for the amusement of the friend and the friend's two guests. "He's yours for the hour. He needs a very thorough punishment. I'll be back in fifty minutes to add my contribution to the beating."
I had been deposited kneeling on the floor in front of these women. I knew my mistress's friend was called Karen; I had extremely uncomfortable memories of our last meeting. The other two women looked somewhat surprised at this unexpected addition to their after...

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.
Clair and Fred are in their sophomore year of college. After a slow start, the story becomes more intense and sado/masochistic. Enjoy.
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Chapter 27: When I Punished Him for My Pleasure
"Discipline isn't always about failure. Sometimes, it's about desire." — Mistress Staci
He hadn't done anything wrong.
That night, after my friends left, he was as composed and graceful as ever—cleaned the dishes, folded blankets, checked the doors, and returned to kneel at my feet like the good husband he was....

Copyright 2025 Lemon Knight and Joy Standing. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the copyright owner. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead events, or lo...

You Bring the Darkness

You bring the darkness, wrapped around me.
Nothing to do for it. I stretch my senses. Hardwood creaks.
You bring silence, rolled and plugged.
Nothing to do for it. I stretch my senses. A breeze prickles my arm. You're close. I can feel it.
You bring touch, electric. Your palm traces along my forearm, then my calves, and then you've taken my freedom....

He was the third submissive she'd seen that day. The thirteenth since she'd locked me in this cursed box. Trapped in the small prison in the corner of her dungeon with barely space to move tired muscles. Forced to curl in darkness, until she opened a slot. If I was lucky my head poked out into fresh air and I gazed upon her beauty. More often I emerged into darkness and fumbled for the tube that fed me the waste that was my only sustenance....

This story is about punishment: female on male. There's no sex. If that's your thing, welcome to my small and exclusive club, and please read on. If it's not your thing, you're probably going to be disappointed.
If you enjoy my writing, or even find it arousing, please leave me a comment or message me: it's always nice to know....

Just Another Day
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Service
Ben followed along as Master led him with the leash towards her dining room, stopping at the head of the large dining table where some toys and equipment was waiting. She took a seat facing her Slave, stroking his erect cock while coquettishly smiling at him. "Did you enjoy the flogging, Slave?" He knew better than to look at his Master without permissio...

I run my hand along your face, down your neck and naked chest. Your body writhes in protest and pleasure. You are seated in front of me, hands restrained around the back of the chair by a pair of steel Smith & Wesson cuffs. Only the strongest for my defiant slut. Your thighs are spread wide open, feet bound to a spreader bar threaded through the legs of the chair. I smile at the small wet stain already forming beneath you, even as you try not to squirm for me....

Chapter 24: Our Contract Becomes a Life
"He lived to serve. I lived to be served. Everything else was life unfolding." — Mistress Staci
There was no formal contract. No checklist. No ceremony. No negotiation.
He moved in. He stayed. He obeyed. And I let him.
That was our contract.
It wasn't written because it didn't need to be. He lived for my needs—practical, emotional, erotic. That was the structure. That was the vow....

February 6th
I awoke of my own accord this morning and was surprisingly refreshed. The rest was just what my aching body needed. Sure my ass was still a little tender, but I would just have to be a good girl to avoid another whipping.
I was using the toilet when David entered the room. That was convenient timing. Yet, then again, they were no doubt monitoring me, and knew that I was awake....

A soft knock at the door alerted the Queen that her summoned slave had finally arrived. A devilish smile graced her lips as she called out for the slave to enter her room. In walked a slender yet muscular man, his head bowed and his hands clasped behind his back. Like all slaves, he lacked clothing, yet what he lacked he made up in respect and reverence....

I had second thoughts about auctioning off Linda, with all the preparation I had undertaken to get her I decided to keep her a bit longer.
Linda was going to be stored in a cage, this cage would be long enough for her to stand up in but it was only 450mm wide by 450mm deep. This limited her movement considerably after all she was here for my enjoyment not her comfort....

"Our Father who art in Heaven!"
Daniel Dale prays desperately. His sweaty and trembling hands folded in prayer as his family farm's tool shed is lifted from the ground. It was the closest cover he could find after returning home. The tornado struck fast and without warning.
Daniel prays and prepares to meet his maker. Outside, all Daniel can see is grey dust and clouds around the shed. There is also debris and random objects spinning around Daniel's tool shed. Cows, chickens, and corn fly around the s...

Three Months Later
Dakota
"Slave, present yourself!"
Dakota stood, her legs spread, her arms crossed behind her back, chin up, with her chest thrust out.
Her master rose from the dining room table, turned and looked at her while he sipped his coffee.
He kept looking.
His coffee cup was still stopped halfway to his mouth....

It's insane the pressure I can feel between the two of us, even after all this time apart. The coincidence is huge, that we are both here at the same place, all these years later. Maybe such a strong connection can cause these coincidences, I ponder, as I catch myself watching you from across the humid wooden hut again. I've come away for the weekend to get some headspace after a difficult time at work, the stress had become too much for me, and I needed to get out of my house, to escape the everyday mayhem...

Then, like most people with nothing to do these days, I reached for my phone. Facebook notifications, meh. News feed, meh. Weather, meh. Emails - Witchery, eBay, ANZ, Paul.... Paul! My Master had emailed me! Half an hour ago!
I immediately opened it but very quickly realised that this was a substantial email with numerous links and attachments, so I marched off to the living room and the work-desk that Dan and I both occasionally used and which has two big screens....

Selena was the perfect roommate for me. She paid the rent on time. She had no problems helping to keep the house clean. She didn't eat any of my food unless I offered it and even shared her own at times. She never made too much noise (more on that in a bit) or in general do anything that one might consider annoying. Needing a little extra cash after my divorce I decided to see if I could find a roommate to share expenses in the house I had rented, and she answered the call and straight from the get-go I kne...

White Lesbian Lizzie,
Literotic Edit. May 18, 2025,
Once upon an alternate Parallel Universe, a Dark Mirror Anything is possible Universe. A Black Big bang world where feminized submissive white people especially young white nymph females sexually crave being criticized, brutalized mentally, and physically by superior black women. Beautiful young white women become idealized sexual prey for Ebony Empire's black lesbian hunters for the most beautiful Eye-Candy white female gimp-girl trophy. Dominant Bl...

"It's hard to tell what's more of a snack... the candy or your costume..."
"Shush! You can't be doing this so early in the night!"
"Come on, babe. You know that nurse outfit gets me in the mood," said Nick, sliding his hand up Blaire's back.
*ding dong*
With a huff of slight frustration, Blaire smacked Nick's hand playfully, but he just smacked her butt to tease her right back. He could see the slight jiggle as his girlfriend adjusted the short skirt of the outfit to cover herself as she went to...

A note from the author: I knew when I wrote the first chapter of Hotel Bar Meetup that it deserved more. When I labeled this story as BDSM with very little of it in the first chapter, it was because I already had more chapters in mind. Hopefully Saturday Morning will be a bit more fitting for the original category. Enjoy!...