bdsm stories and histories

Title: The contract.
By day, Quentera and Richard were the perfect office duo--whispers of "work husband and wife" floated around the cubicles like perfume. She was confident, sharp, always two steps ahead. He was composed, charming, and maddeningly unavailable. A wedding band glinted on his finger like a warning sign... one that Quentera chose to ignore. But behind the conference room doors and text messages hidden under the hum of printers, something darker simmered....

You may recall that I have stood in this corner every day of their married lives. I came to them in the weeks immediately before their wedding. As the days tick by, the flurry of activity accelerates. They are out almost every evening. I hear things being moved downstairs and more rings of the doorbell than before. Most days, she is gone from the house as long as he. He brings home a black garment bag protecting a custom-made tuxedo; she a pink garment bag swollen with a ballgown. She spends more time at he...

Chapter Five
Vespa, apart from phoning round the local hospitals to see if any unidentified patients had been admitted, was too busy to do much about the missing Swedish girl the next day. Friday evenings especially were busy with lots of people flooding in after work for various fitness workouts before they went out later and hit the pubs and bars. Pointless in Vespa's view but their fees paid the bills so she was happy that they tried to work off their guilt about their unhealthy lifestyles in such a w...

Chapter Three: Benjamin - the beginning of my downfall
I'd been married to Stephen for a couple of years. We hadn't had children yet. We were living a wonderful life - working hard and partying hard. And having an incredible amount of sex.
Stephen would spank me several times a week, most of those occasions ending in sex. And some of that sex involving me being allowed to orgasm....

Art Deco - Part 2 - slave girl sara
"Please Sir, please could you unbutton and let your cock hang down?"
"Yes of course, happy to help the underprivileged."
What a whopper. I licked it but it was too big and heavy for me to slurp up and in. Sir lifted my chin, Slap, Slap. Hmmm men`s chat me thinks, whatever it worked, and I shuddered so much I nearly fell off the step I was balanced on. He lifted his cock and gave it a wank as I waited open mouthed with my tongue out....

Chapter Five
Emilia was woken up abruptly by the sound of the door to her little room clanging loudly and she stared blearily up at Rebecca who smiled sardonically back and placed a bowl on the floor. The contents were steaming gently and Emilia watched the vapour rising for a few moments until the tall girl grabbed her by her hair and pulled her off the mattress and onto the floor....

All readers from the U. K. can probably guess the lady who in real life has provided the inspiration for the name of this tale, and no, i'm not a great fun of hers. She's a leading politician, and as politics is quite rightly banned from this site, then i'll say NO more.
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RACHEL FROM ACCOUNTS...

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. Enjoy.
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Bev and Helen showed up about 2pm on Sunday. Bev came to drive the Truck back to Schwartz after Helen moved, but she also wanted to see the finished Cell since Helen had done all the final work. Bob heard the truck pull up and greeted them at the front door. Bev was wearing the Schwartz Iron works standard ...

Author's note: I had no plans for a Part 2 for John, Amy, and Lisa's story, but it seems the people have spoken. Your comments inspired me to write more. So as I sit wearing my own chastity belt right now, which isn't too abnormal for me (like Amy too), I'll write away... so here goes.... I hope you like this part 2 as much as you liked Part 1!...

Like most hikers in the Columbia gorge, we three Subs, a man and two women, were wearing tennis shoes and socks. But unlike most other hikers, we were wearing nothing else. We each carried, bunched up in our hands, a long T-shirt. If we were allowed to put it on the shirt would reach to mid-thigh, thus restoring modesty....

I come home from my date and walk in the door to find my son, Jason, playing a card game with his babysitter on the floor of the living room. Her name is Danielle, and she's a lovely young woman with dark brown locks, beautiful light hazel eyes, and a light tan she got over the summer months.
"Little past bedtime isn't it?" I ask....

first, thank you so much for your comments! they've helped enormously! i needed the validation, seriously!
parosysm is a period accurate word used in porn of the time (if you like stepsister hentai, you will love victorian porn)... its root is similar to paroxysm but it is a separate, if antiquated word... i do have a thing about trying to balance historical speech without awkwardness but nit using modern idiom too much!...

"Enjoy the show, doggy?"
Princess entered her chamber with a post-coital glow and satisfied smirk. She observed the pathetic creature that had once been her husband, his desperate eyes darting towards her with a faint sense of relief in anticipation of being attended to.
He was on all fours, the leather cupped elbows and knees of his tightly bound limbs securely locked into floor sockets. Positioned in front of a large screen, his head was forced up by a chain that connected his tight leather hood to ...

The thirty-one-year-old blonde slave was forced to remain sitting in her cramped two by three padded cell for countless hours. No clothes only the titanium collar around her neck and the titanium cuffs around her wrists that held her hands together behind her back. She was exhausted from the mental and physical torture but in spite of the uncomfortable position Amanda actually did fall asleep....

Sylvia rang the doorbell of Jason's condo and waited. This was going to be interesting. After a few dates at Clancy's, and then a date that was kicked up a major notch at Pacino's, Jason had offered to cook dinner for her himself. She had no idea what to expect, but she knew from experience that when a bachelor offers to cook a woman dinner, he generally prides himself on his cooking and knows how to provide something a cut above Kraft Dinner....

'I'm Going out.' She said, her tone frosty.
'Don't worry I won't get up to anything.' I could feel myself blushing even as I said it. That and a clench in my stomach.
'Damn right you won't. She said. 'Upstairs.'
I had little choice and reluctantly I preceded her up the stairs. I guessed she wanted to lecture me while she finished getting ready....

Soft sunlight spilled through the curtains, casting pale gold across the bedspread still rumpled from the night before. The air smelled faintly of sweat, sex, and jasmine-scented fabric softener. The sheets were tangled around Lia's thighs, her bare skin brushing against the warmth still remaining in the sheets Celine had left behind....

Nanny Penny
She disobeyed, and someone had to pay. (SCOTTISH DIALECT)
-- Please read the Standard Disclaimer on Alextasy's bio page --
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Mr. Carter shakes his head. He is nae in his usual jovial mood.
"You've disappointed us, Penny. We gave you one simple rule, and you disobeyed."
I know I'm done for. Me bum is sure to be carted off back to Scotland in shame. I cannae imagine what sort of reference they would give me now. I fancy I'll be lucky to find a job as a pet-sitter, let alone a...

WARNINGS: This is (the second part of) a request for a lovely reader, who chose the dynamic of the story. It is a House Husband x CEO femdomme wife, a reversed 1950 kinda of couple, where the husband bears with his wife's cheating, thinking of it as something that comes with the territory of being married to a powerful woman....

Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 3 Chapter 101/33: Tracy's Punishment
Crystal gazed up into my eyes, and I could see her shuddering, "Yes, Mistress, Fuck me! I want to cry out more and more for you!" Crystal cried out. The lust and need in her voice were evident, and I grabbed her by the throat. I brought her up to her knees, and I kissed her. She returned the kiss, her tongue clashing with mine in each other's mouths. Even as I felt her arms wrap around me, they twisted and danced in pleasure....

With a week to go of my time being under Chris' control and being joined by Fiona in a similar position for the final week. Having just given Fiona a wonderful outdoor fuck Chris had left us alone while he stopped for a pint.
"What should we do now?" she asked.
"Perhaps it would please sir if we wrote his words on you."...

Chapter Ten and probably the last one too so hope you have enjoyed the story!
Chapter Ten
It was only when she returned to her office the next morning, buttocks still bearing the evidence of what had happened the previous evening, that Zara spotted the cream-coloured envelope lying innocuously in her own in-tray. Her heart jumped and she quickly sat down at her desk and opened it, extracting another ticket along with a handwritten note....

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I'm sprawled out on our bed, sheets cool against my back, as I lie there luxuriously staring at the ceiling.
I'm semi naked, topless, my tits out, nipples perking up in the air just wearing these black stockings on with a suspender belt, the kind that make my legs look killer, and it feels soooo good, you know?...

The room was velvet-drenched.
Not literally--but it felt that way. Deep plum shadows soaked the walls, thick curtains muffled the corners, and a low violet glow bathed everything in power. A single mirrored panel caught the light and flung it back in glimmers--just enough to show the truth, if you were brave enough to look....

A Bad Choice
Phone calls from the school never seem to bring good news. Thankfully, I was home and between jobs so I had a chance to take the call right away. "Mr. Jones, would you be able to come down to the school today to discuss what you son wrote in his story today? If now isn't convenient, I have other times."...

Charm knew it was a bad idea to visit Max. They had broken up over a year ago, but she did love spending time together. The real bad idea was that she hadn't gotten laid recently. The last time she had had sex was so bad (or maybe devilishly good?) it just made the yearning worse...
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Some self-absorbed German man who did not care about her finishing--if anything, she wondered if he made sure she didn't cum on purpose. She was sprung out on the bed, him on top of her kissing her neck softly, slowl...

A tale of submission
There are more commemorative dates than days in a year. From religious events and national holidays to celebrations of certain professions, groups and even people with certain diseases, every turn of Earth reminds us that (unlike the periodic table) not all elements of life fit into a calendar. For Margaret, that Tuesday was a date like no other: an extremely special event known internationally as "today." Despite not being featured on any timetable, almanac or even worthy of a Googl...

A young man loses his clothes at a party
This is unlikely to ever happen, and I would be surprised if it did, so please do not read a lot into this story. It's a fantasy. All characters are over 18 years old.
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It was a pleasant July night at Amy Sommer's sprawling suburban ranch house outside Midvale. The eighteen guests were former students from the university, now settling into new jobs or preparing for graduate school. My family wanted me to pursue a post-graduate degree in engineerin...

Jim turned off the table saw and measured the piece of plywood he just cut.
"That oughta do it." he smiled confidently and then glanced at his watch.
"Fuck! Only 5:30!?"
He shook his head in disgust and leaned the board against the garage wall next to the others before heading inside. "At this rate those shelves for the shop will be built in record time" he thought to himself. What was meant to be a distracting way to kill several hours turned out to be a mere hour and a half of productivity. Eight...

Chapter 02
I find you, a little later, sitting there before me, with a mouth full of my cock, and a hand full of my balls. You roll them in your fingers, you then slide your hand further through and run a finger up and down the crease between my butt cheeks. I feel you looking for my asshole, finding it, you push against it, but you are not able to penetrate, as you have no lubricant....