bdsm stories and histories

The girl stands on her front porch, peering out across the sidewalk to the street. She doesn't see the car she is looking for. The light is fading fast, and a chilly wind rattles the leaves in the trees as storm clouds gather in the distance. She checks the time on her phone. The car should be here by now, and her anxiety mounts. She's already nervous enough as she thinks about what brought her to this moment....

The ship cut through the waves like a blade through silk, its sails taut against the salt-laden wind. Damien stood motionless at the bow, his jet-black hair whipping behind him like a shadow's banner. His dark eyes remained fixed on the distant horizon where the jagged peaks of Kaelthar Keep would soon pierce the morning mist....

I wake, nestled in Daddy's arms, to the feeling of him snuggling deeper into my back, his hot breath fanning my hair across my face, as he squeezes me too him.
"Is it almost time to wake up for surgery?" Daddy asks groggily into my shoulder.
"I think so? I set an alarm. It should go off soon." I mumble in reply but reach out to fumble for my phone anyway. I lift the phone to my face....

Going Public - slave girl sara
I lived a Master - slave relationship with this Sir. I had not been with him long, so I was still learning. We had a somewhat private garden, apart from trains passing above us being able to see everything going on.
So, when in the garden, from the time I was brought there, I was encouraged to walk about and sunbathe naked. By encourage I should have said, beaten if I did not. I thought to myself; 'winter will be harsh, should I still be here'....

It was a dark Saturday morning with nearly black and heavy rain clouds scattered across the entire sky. A faint moan echoed throughout the dark moan. A rhythmic slapping sound could be heard every second, almost hypnotizing followed by feminine moans. It had been six months since Tara had taught Maxine how to have corrective whiteboi sex. He had become almost an expert since he was only released for supervised cleanings by his mother or sisters....

He leans back in his chair as he takes you in, the black suit fitting him perfectly. You stand in front of your sir, clad in only the new underwear set he has just given you. You wait patiently to see what direction he will give next. You are enjoying being instructed in what to do to serve your dom's fantasies, and the way he looks at you, the way he can't take his eyes off you, makes it more than worth it....

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.
The projects with the Schwartz Iron works continue and Jill discovers she may be bisexual. Enjoy.
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X Marks The Spot: The Flogging
The air in the hidden dungeon within The Obsidian Vault sex club hung thick and heavy, a heady mix of expensive perfume, polished leather, and the lingering aroma of sweat and sex. Kate Hawthorne stood in the center of the dark, foreboding dungeon, her bare skin gleaming under the soft glow of the pin lights overhead....

"Please help me..."
She struggles and pulls on the ties in hopes to discover any loose ends but finds none.
"You must be Vanessa. I was in your shoes a few years ago, but you owe a lot more than I did. Looking at your records, you're never getting out of this. Relax for now. I'll be looking after you for the next two hours with a mandatory spa treatment," Celine rambles on as she tests a few products on Vanessa's arm for allergies, "I'd prefer you to be cosy but I would be in so much trouble if someth...

Triana struggled helplessly against the tight leather cuffs securing her legs and arms. She was completely immobilized unless she could either find the key, or somehow struggle free. The gag in her mouth made it difficult to breath, and the leather hood over her head made her feel like a prisoner, which of course, she was....

It was a scene like every evening I had been here, a ritual to signify the end of the day. All my tasks and chores for the day done, I find myself on my knees at your feet. You look down upon me as I gaze upon the floor in front of me, I know my place and my worth in your presence.
My attire was simple but signified exactly our relationship, collared, cuffed, caged and plugged. Was how I laid before you. I needed no other clothing to serve my Miss....

Chapter Two: Stephen
When I divorced Jack, I got my life back on track and decided to do something with my law degree. I got a job. I dated a lot. I got a better job. And then got promoted a couple of times.
And then one day I met Stephen. We were both barristers, both working hard, building our careers. We'd been flirting for months by the time he asked me out. And so started a decade of the happiest I've ever been in my life....

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life....

Saturday Night - Opening Night of the Gentlemen's Club
The club looked perfect as Yasmine stood behind the bar at the back. She had spent every cent of her savings to get the place and have it retrofitted into an elegant gentlemen's club fit for the 1930s. The music thumped low making the floor under her feet pulse. "Place looks great, Yaz," came a husky voice from her left. The English accent caught her attention as it always did the first time she heard it in a while....

The Shape of Surrender (Ch. 03)
soppingwetpanties
This is Scott's unrequited fantasy of female domination.
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....

I sat there in silence staring at the blank screen for a long time. My mind was in overdrive, my body was trembling with arousal and I had never felt more alive. That was the most exhilarating thing that's ever happened to me and I immediately want more of it. The authority Mistress Deb had over me from the moment she answered the call filled me with excitement. She was exactly what I wanted; what I needed....

Chapter 1 - Beneath the Surface
The Underdark was quiet tonight--if such a realm ever truly knew silence. Far beneath the world of sun and sky, the air was thick with moisture and magic, the very rock humming with secrets. Shadowheart's boots scraped softly along the cavern floor, her mace slung across her back, eyes flicking to every shadow. Minthara strode ahead with practiced grace, unbothered by the oppressive darkness, her white hair stark against the gloom....

He sends you to bed early. It's not as if you're tired; he just wants you to wait. You know as you undress and slide into the sheets that he is outside, smoking his last cigarette, watching the wisps of smoke slither and crawl and dissipate into the darkness. He wants you tense. He wants the air thick with it....

"It's so... tiny."
"Yeah, I'm not gonna lie, Seth. That has to be the smallest dick I've ever seen."
Vanessa tossed an amused look at her brunette roommate, Ellie, while Seth stared at them, his mouth gaping in disbelief.
"H-hey now! C-come on... it's not that small," he blubbered. He cast a glance downward to his hardened dick. It just barely stuck out past the swell of his balls, even in its full glory....

"Older men get me hot!"
"I'm 45." I said. The black girl at the bar was about 23, tall, a nest of dreads on her head, and and some of the darkest skin I've seen, a far cry from the au lait creoles I've fucked in the past. The nipples of her high breasts under her t-shirt and the outline of her vulva visible through her gym shorts told me she was looking for some dick, maybe more than one....

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. This is a sequel to another story but it is a standalone as well. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments....

Scarlet's fingers danced through the air, weaving threads magic with effortless. The first change was barely noticeable--just a slight tug at the hem of Camila's dress, the fabric slithering upward until it settled mid-thigh. The material didn't bite, didn't chafe, but it wrapped around her legs like a second skin, pressing them together with unyielding pressure. She could still flex her knees slightly, but the smooth, unrelenting restraint ensured she couldn't take a full step, couldn't even shift her weig...

"I'll be home soon, slave. It has been a long and stressful day. Be ready to de-stress me."
The message was short and simple, but I knew what to do. I made sure that everything in the living room was tidied up and that dinner was laid out on the table. Then, everything in place, I went to kneel by the door to await my mistress....

I was washing my dishes when there was a knock at the door. I wiped my hands on the spare towel and went to open it, and was shocked.
"Sandy?!"
"Yeah," she said, looking morose. She was a beautiful woman; I was always struck by her big brown eyes, so full of life and warmth, today filled with an intense sadness and shame. She had a cute, thin nose that fit her cute, long face, framed by wavy brown hair. Her frame was thin; she wore a dark blue jacket over a dark purple turtleneck and black jeans. "Can...

Learning to Serve: Stability
Scott immediately released Charlotte and helped her to her room, guiding her to rest on the bed. He ran a warm bubble bath, ensuring it was refreshing and with purpose. Once she was in the bath, relaxing, he excused himself, as he had to attend to Goddess.
Opening the refrigerator, Scott knew that more provisions needed to be bought. But, he was able to put together a salad with grilled chicken and a small charcuterie board with cheese, veggies, and crackers. He took one t...

Spare the Rod. Spoil Mrs Mitchell
[Based on a true story]
Mrs Mitchell lived at number 28, just down the road from Mrs Sinclair at number 16, where Simon had been earlier in the morning to fix a troublesome vacuum cleaner. Although there wasn't any problem that Simon could find with the cleaner, it worked perfectly....

Chapter Thirteen
"This evening, I am to meet my fiancé for the very first time, Emma, so I expect you to make sure I look especially beautiful!" commented Amanda a couple of days later as Emma knelt before her and licked her slit obediently.
"Yes, miss," she mumbled as she snatched a quick breath before she returned to her task eagerly, relishing the taste of the girl's sweet pussy....

Under Her Mark
The air in Mistress Nyx's room was cool, sterile, smelling faintly of lavender. Leather chairs for seating. Nothing here really screamed 'dungeon', yet the atmosphere felt thick with unspoken potential, heavy with the weight of absolute control. Mistress Nyx sat behind a large, minimalistic wooden desk, she was wearing her usual black dress, her dark hair pulled back tightly, revealing cold, intelligent eyes that missed nothing. Across from her sat the man known in this space only as a Pup...

Wind swept the dark curls of Jamie's hair as she cycled through the uneven streets of Hareburn. Her breath hitched as she cut the corner on Main street and headed up the hill towards the sports village. She was already late and her rucksack laden with skate gear didn't help her move any faster.
Fuck, Jamie cursed under her breath as she halted at a red light. The late afternoon sun was low in the sky and there was a slight chill to the air, the kind that reminds you that the long summer days are coming t...

I got out of the shower smelling fresher and feeling cleaner than I had only a few minutes ago. The taste of her fluids still lingered on my tongue, the bitter and slightly popcorny taste made my mind swirl. I couldn't deny the lingering thought in my mind of how much I had enjoyed my golden shower, and even more so, tasting her. As I dried myself off I began to fantasize about tasting even more of her. I thought about myself being bound to the toilet with my head back, serving her as her personal urinal. I...