bdsm stories and histories

My name is Evelyn, this story concerns me & my friends Beth, Amanda, Racheal, & Victoria. I'm about 5foot 6 have brunette hair and a what I believe is average size breasts at a B cup, Beth is 5foot 9 also a brunette with a B or C cup, larger than mine but barely. Amanda has really beautiful black hair is 5foot 7 and also has a B cup. Racheal is slightly reddish blonde at 5foot 6 but unfortunately has an A cup at best. But Victoria won the genetic lottery even though only 5foot 2 on a good day she is a blond...

February 5th
When they said today was going to be busy, they weren't kidding. I am tired and sore, but in a good way. I'm not much of a gym rat, mostly because I don't have the time or money, but there is a certain exhilaration you get from a thorough workout. That's how I feel now.
I was awakened by a guard. The guy in his 30s that I was referring to as the elder guard yesterday....

Chapter 21: I Proposed to Him
"I did not ask for your hand. I claimed it." — Mistress Staci
I didn't get down on one knee. I didn't ask a question. I gave him a future.
It was a quiet evening. We were at home—candles lit, dinner cleared, wine half-finished. He was kneeling beside my chair, resting his head lightly against my thigh, content just to be near me....

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)
I'd been with my Mistress for over six months and as near as I could tell, our times together had been happy for both of us. She was somewhat secretive about her life, but I had the idea she's something special in the world of D/s whenever I interact with her. On this particular day, I was soon to begin to learn out just how special she is....

February 3
Nothing new today. No words from my captors. The same lingering smell from me and the pail of excrement. The same bland food.
My panties and bra were starting to itch, and smell. So, I decided to forgo modesty and remove them. Of course I would be naked for the camera, but what difference does it make? I'm just an animal in a cage....

As usual Dan was up at 5 and I could hear him creeping around, trying to be quiet so as not to disturb me, but I was just pretending to be asleep and I'd been awake for nearly an hour already. I couldn't believe how nervous I was, to the point of feeling nauseous, but it was excitement and sexual tension too....

Chapter 18: His Financial Surrender
"The one who controls the purse strings controls the power."
-- Mistress Staci
I told him over coffee one morning.
Not during a scene. Not with a flourish. Just a simple statement of fact--like I was reminding him to change the sheets.
"From now on, you'll have no access to money except what I give you."...

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.
This chapter contains just a bit of FemDom. If that's your thing know that there will be a separate series of ChainM stories in the future. For now, enjoy a Tennis Party!...

Tailor's Dummy - Part 2 - slave girl sara
"Hold your hands like this."
He made a tunnel, as I copied he pushed my tunnel onto his cock and moved my hands up and down.
"Wow Sir."
"Wow what?"
"It is getting longer and fatter."
"That is because you are very good at it."
"Really Sir?"...

My name is Willie Bates. I'm the star senior tight end on my high school football team (and also the best edge rusher), so my teammates call me "Master" - because I have a mastery of how to defeat both pass coverages and offensive tackles. My 18th birthday was last month. We have open practices on the school field from 3 to 4:30 Monday through Thursday, after which we shower and change, emerging at about a quarter to five. A lot of students, especially of the female variety, not only watch us but stick arou...

A story I wrote a while ago but never got around to finishing, until now. This is a story about one man's journey for peace in the arms of his dominatrix. More to follow in the coming days. Let me know what you think!
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Chapter Seven
After a couple of minutes had passed, Tara told Emilia to stand up then she buckled a collar from the chest round her neck and attached a rope to it then tied the rope off to a ring set in the wall. A specially adapted bit and bridle appeared as well and Emilia soon found that she could only mumble as the bit was fitted into place over her tongue....

I wept as he began to bite into my body, turning me feral. Losing control, control that I pride myself on as the Great Queen. My mind is losing the sustenance that held esteemed titles and volumes of respect. Bruised, wet, bloody, all is turned to dust, ashes to ashes, and liquid blood to red sand. Respect churned into humiliation and humiliation churned itself into a death. Not a death that's physical, for I can not die. A death that's beyond physical, The kind of death that kills you to the core. All iden...

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Thank you lovelies
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He walked in the house with a slam and where I was sitting on the couch, I immediately noticed his face was covered in grease. Colin just got home from work and damn, with his face and shirt streaked with grease from a hard day at work, that had turned something in me feral. He ran his hand through his dark brown hair and he looked at me, I swear I was drooling. He chuckled at my reaction,...

Shirley
Humming Beat It, I brushed my teeth at the bathroom vanity. Gurgling, I spat the minty foam into the sink and watched as it disappeared down the drain. Catching something move in the mirror, I look up to see Todd leaning against the door frame. I gave him a sheepish grin, turning to look at him completely....

February 2
It's been about 3 days since they abducted me. Hard to know for sure since I'm in a small window-less room with only a mattress, and a bucket for me to defecate in. Based on the 'meals' dropped off in plastic bowls with plastic cutlery, along with some water bottles, it has been 3 days. I receive what could generously be referred to as porridge in the mornings, and a soup or stew in the evenings. My only reason for saying mornings and evenings is based on these meals reflecting traditional not...

Chapter 30: The auction
Minutes passed and the host monologue went on without end. It was not hard to understand he liked the sound of his own voice. Therefore, guests started to protest ignoring etiquette. Under the hostile crowd's protest, the host which still had not spoken his name pled for calm to return, yet his pompous attitude irritated the nobles in the audience. Under renewed shouts he attempted to calm the crowd. To do so, he ordered the first slave to take the stage....

All characters are fictional and over 18 years old.
Juliet drummed her fingers against the edge of her desk. It was 4:30 p. m. on a Friday. and frustratingly, no one had left the office yet. She craned her neck over the cubicle to see if anyone was looking like they were going to head out, but everyone was stuck into mindless tasks. Did no one have anything better to do?...

Contradictions make for some wonderful sexual tension. Looking over at Cassie as I waited for the lights to change it was hard to see the turmoil, but I knew the tells and she was definitely in a spin. For someone who liked to be in control (but not 'in charge' as such), this was a level of mental torture similar to going to the doctor for an unexpected referral. Actually, when I came to think of it, this was very similar, and with that thought I stifled a grin....

It started with a message from Lacey, like so many of our evenings lately. What began as a shared secret between us--our night together, raw and unforgettable--had bloomed into something more. Most nights we messaged for hours, swapping fantasies, laughing over awkward moments from our past, admitting turn-ons we'd never told anyone before....

How well can you possibly know someone? Think you are thick as thieves? Joined at the hip? Even people you are THAT close to will surprise you every once in a while.
That's how Jen and Heath were, at least until Jen went off to college. The hangouts slowly became less frequent during that first year she was away, but they did still keep in touch through text. It was frustrating to Heath, but what could he do? It was his gap year to figure out what the hell he could see himself doing for the rest of his l...

Author's Note: this is going to be more of a denumonte for the last few chapters, and a lead in for the following ones, so it will be more character focused.
Thank you all so much for enjoying this series so far, I'm going to keep working on it, as well as some other stories.
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Chapter 06
I awake slowly and discover that I am lying on the bed, with my ropes and restraints removed. Looking across the bed, I can see My Mistress sleeping. I think back to what has happened today and smile, as I remember all the fun, of playing with each other. I also remember cumming twice (unusual as I mostly get a single one, at the end of the evening). Using the blankets, I make sure My Mistress is comfortable....

You talked me into this.
You wanted to show me what you wanted me to do to you.
So I accepted.
Now im here, blindfold on, your cuffs on my wrists for the first time.
I smirk, listening to a clue of what you're doing.
All I can here is the scraping of your shoes.
"You look so cute like that, daddy."...

"Kevin belongs to Anita. She has been training him for about four weeks."
The women of the Urban Ladies BDSM-Curious Club leaned forward in their seats. They had come here this afternoon to see and hear a demonstration of pegging. Most of them were already familiar with the term, but the prospect of having a few drinks, then watching and listening to a naked man get fucked by a woman peaked a few interests. Mistress Morgan addressed a small but highly motivated group of five women; two newcomers and thre...

Elliot warned me before he left for the summer. "My sister is totally gay, like lesbian." He only had a moment to chat over the three-foot-high chain link fence separating my yard from his parents' yard, the swimming pool behind him reflecting the sun. She'd just returned from a college exchange program in Paris, he explained, and intended to hang out by the pool for July while she pondered what to do now that she had her degree....

"I don't care what you do for the next ten minutes but be right here when I get out of the shower," Daddy says as approaches me from behind, dropping the strap into my lap, causing me to jump a little.
I look up at him in confusion.
"You need a few spankings before we go to the movie," Daddy explains but he's looking at me like that was obvious....

Chapter 12: He Watched Me With Another
"The one who loves less holds the power."
-- Robert Greene
This wasn't planned.
Not exactly.
We were out with friends--some old, some new. One man there I had known before I ever met my submissive. Charming. Loud. Just rough enough around the edges to be tempting. He flirted with me, and I let him....

It's my second session with Vu and I'm almost completely restrained, in a chair, in a spare bedroom in his apartment. He's modified this chair exactly for this sort of thing. I'm sitting about 6 inches higher than the original seat on what I think used to be the platform for a rimming bench. Sort of like a horseshoe toilet seat. Whatever it was, he has complete access to my naked ass....

After months, maybe longer, of texting, sexting, sharing every dark kinky twisted fantasy, exposing my inner cravings and desires, I finally work up the courage to meet you for a drink.
My brain is telling me to run. Leave. Get out before I meet you. But I remind myself of our agreement. One drink. No obligation for anything else. Just one drink to finally meet. Worst case, I get a free drink and leave and spend the rest of my night with relief and Netflix. So I take a deep breath, adjust my dress, and w...