bdsm stories and histories

The room was filled with all kinds of people in different states of BDSM dress or undress, as it were. Jessica, her long black hair flowing over her tight leather body suit, unzipped a bit in the front, had been invited to be a rope bunny by her mistress friend Jen. She spent several hours being strung up in every different way possible by a Shibari artist named Fire and her assistants. At one point, while her whole body hung in the air, Fire asked if she could unzip Jessica's leather suit, as she felt it w...

Author's Note / Disclaimer - 'deadname' is a term for a transgender person's birth name and not their chosen name, it is typically a pejorative and offense to 'deadname' a transgender person. in this story the trans person being deadnamed has given consent to their Dominant to do this. Deadnames are very personal and specific to each trans person. if a trans person trusts you to share such information with you, please honor that person's boundaries around it. Thank you. And Enjoy the Story.....

The Retreat
Chapter 9
Sara wasn't much of a cook. Most of what she made at home for herself, when she didn't order takeout, was pretty basic. It was difficult to mess up Ramen after all. After poking through the cupboards and fridge, trying to decide on what to cook, she settled on Spaghetti. She had found the noodles, and a jar of Spaghetti sauce, and figured it would probably be the easiest to make....

Chapter 19
Kim and Helena dressed like Rob in stockings, suspender belts, then their nightgowns. Together they headed to the dining room.
"I'll get something for us to eat. Rob, can you open a bottle of wine? I have some in the kitchen." Kim gestured toward the door.
As soon as Rob had followed her into the kitchen, Kim turned to him. "I saw you look to Helena as we talked. Don't worry, she isn't offended by what I say. She and I have been lovers for a long time. Perhaps we always will be. You didn...

I could have slotted this into anal, BDSM, or romance. It's all three of those things. Trigger warnings: the r-word (for sexual assault), anal, some bondage, heavy degradation/humiliation, really questionable consent/consensual non-consent (CNC), maledom (fem-sub). It starts off romantic and then changes into something... quite different....

Future Wife Training - Part 2 - slave girl sara
He pushed his cock into my mouth and worked it down my throat. he was soon stiff, and big. He pulled out, slapped my bottom and slave one fed him into my bummy hole.
It wasn`t half bad to be honest and had I been able to play would have cum. When he had done, slave one cleaned him up, and licked around my bummy hole, now that I did like....

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other 'deviant' sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and...

Hello, my name is Tom.
Lets start by me telling the world that I'm an idiot.
There it is, my big admission.
One reason for this self declaration is the bet I made with my best friend.
The bet was, could I meet a girl whom I could seduce, and convince to becoming my submissive, in one week or less....

Chapter 3
I smiled at melissa and indicated that she should come over to me. The collar was starting to rub at her neck so I started to release the buckle but she became upset, so I assured her I wasn't letting her go and that we would put it back on later when her neck had lost some of the redness. I then pulled her onto my knees so I could give her a hug and reassure her that I was very pleased with her behaviour so far and asked her if she was enjoying her servitude....

[Ed Note: If you enjoy this story, please consider following the account]
I'd been at the job less than a week when I realized Sally wasn't like any boss I'd ever had.
Mid-thirties, with wavy brunette hair that cascaded over her shoulders like a dark river, she had this way of moving--slow, deliberate, hips swaying under her classy pencil skirt--that made it impossible not to stare....

The shower was running.
My boyfriend William came into the kitchen wearing only a towel around his narrow waist. He went to start a cup of coffee when I pounced. I seized him by the arms and yanked them back to his surprise, and cuffed them with leather cuffs as quickly as I could before he had a chance to fight back....

Haughty.
That's the word that came to mind when he met her.
Della, a relative or a family friend of his ex-wife, presumably. The brief encounter - the only one - had been at a large gathering at his in-laws' a couple of years ago.
"Her real name is Emilia," Susan had told him afterwards, "Emilia della Frusta." She had giggled, he remembered, wondering now if her mirth had come from something other than the wine....

Mitch and Kait had on the surface a very normal relationship. They had been married for 10 years and in that time had presented as a fun loving and caring relationship.
Mitch is 5'9" with an average build that's softened a bit over time. His brown hair is thick and slightly unkempt, with a few lighter strands. He has strong features a solid jawline, defined cheekbones, and a nose that adds character. His fair skin shows hints of time outside, with faint lines around his blue eyes, which are deep and obse...

Elise pulled down her black dress and glared at her colleague and friend, Kai, shooting daggers at him in the mirror. She was extremely uncomfortable in the dress and as every second passed, she had all the notion of aborting the mission and choosing another path, one that did not have her to dress up skimpily, even if the dress was anything but that....

Chapter Seven
We showered up and eventually found clothes, though it was hard to let Emily get dressed. Her body was just so fun to grab and squeeze. She was eventually able to fight me off long enough to get them on. It was just a purple sundress and her new matching panties.
Emily walked around to try out the new underwear, "Oh, that feels weird. Not overly stimulating, but enough to know they're there."...

Authors Note:
This story dives into BDSM; bondage, dominance, clamps, plugs, and a wild group peak with female ejaculation. Expect raw heat on a yacht. Enjoy or skip if it's not your kink!


Rain lashes the glass, a thudding echo to the heat gnawing Izzy's veins. It's been three days since the playroom's filth at the sex club. She's sprawled on her leather couch, robe split wide, silk peels off one thigh like a shed skin....

Part Three
"Look at the state our pet is in," Madelynn declared, rushing to Naoka's four-poster bed as she entered the room.
The Kittaran was lying sprawled out on the bed, panting and hugging a pillow to her chest.
"Explain what's happened to her," Selwyn demanded, addressing Gwendolyn.
Gwendolyn had been sitting near Naoka when they had arrived and now floated anxiously near the bed. "She was bored so she started reading Terin's Great Voyage," she began. She explained what had happened with Th...

My Ex - My Prisoner Pt 5
Sorry for the long delay for this chapter, it got written and torn up several times, before evolving into a chapter so long it had to be cut in half. That half is now the next and final chapter, and just needs some editing and proof reading. It should be posted soon.
It is strongly recommended to read this story from the beginning to understand the flow, references, changing relationships, and nuances....

AUTHOR'S NOTE - This story is partly fantasy, partly true. For best effect, read parts 1-10 before this part. The main character, Sethy, is based upon a real woman and much of the character reflects the true woman. All characters in this story are twenty-one or older.
This story is the property of the author and cannot be copied or used in part or in entirety without express written consent of the author....

You grab a drink from the waiter's tray, oblivious to the way his eyes linger on you as you pass by. The sequins on your black dress catch the light, and the slit up the trumpet skirt reveals the porcelain skin of your bare thigh. Your heels click on the tiles, but the sound is swallowed by the music and murmurs around us. Your silver-grey eyes flash behind your feathered mask....

Well honey, I'm going to lay you down on your back on the bed, take whatever you clothes you have on below your belt off. Slowly, methodically, making sure my hand rubs against your pussy as I'm doing it. Then I'll run my hands up your soft beautiful legs spreading them the closer I get to heaven. Taking my time, rubbing your pussy with my hand as I get closer. I start kissing your inner thighs. I can her getting wet and calling my name....

Nathalie CH8 (ENGLISH): Daily Life
The daily life of a foot slave
Dear reader I welcome you to my fantasies. I look forward to reading your comments. I'm not an English speaker, so the text may contain errors. Mea culpa and happy reading.
Camille desperately tries to taste the feet of other women. She approaches lone women whose feet attract her. She introduces herself as a young pedicurist looking for new clients and offers a free session followed by a massage. Most reactions are positive; women a...

Casey took a deep breath and lifted the bar off the rack. His feet and heels planted to the floor. He brought the bar down to his chest, then pushed it back out until his elbows were straight. After the last five reps, he set the weights back on the rack and breathed out again.
Now he could relax. All the right endorphins congratulated him as he reached for the towel in his pack to wipe the rushing sweat off his face. He leaned over the bench and drank deeply from the little canteen his girlfriend had bo...

Being a married man isn't an easy state for dating. But having another woman is always so enticing. In my case, I was open but was not actively trying. And at 38, options rarely come knocking at your door, or do they?
My work group was amazing at previous employer. We went out often, partied and were generally happy as a team. In a group of 6 men and 5 women, jokes were easy, bordering flirtatious and naughty. Inhibitions were little, but people weren't hitting on each other desperately....

"Dehs ma lil filly, how you doin dis foine mornin' " a familiar voice boomed behind me.
Robin was swaggering towards me, wearing an open short sleeve leather jacket with a white wife beater underneath. I could see the outline of her slender cut frame.
It was easy to forget she was a woman as well, even her pert AA breasts seemed to overlie her almost square pecs. Her skinny jean seem taught over her muscular legs developed from years of horse back riding....

Jean-Michel sat leisurely in the open-air section of the cafe. He seemed to have been in deep meditative thought behind his large onyx shades, but secretly he was leering at the attractive young coeds zipping past the coffee shop heading to the lecture hall building in the city.
He was in town, visiting from his native Martinique, giving a lecture about his sculpture and painting series to the undergrad fine arts class. A cushy gig that scored him a tidy apartment nearby the campus....

The Retreat
Chapter 4
"Good morning sunshine!" a cheery voice called, waking Sara as sunlight streamed into the room.
"Time to get up and at 'em!"
Sara sighed as she opened her eyes only to see Gail's smiling face greeting her.
"Come on sleepy head. You've got another big day ahead of you!"...

Roped and 'Branded'
Friday night. I arrived home... late, hungry, and horny. My Girl was in the kitchen, cooking spaghetti and meatballs. Not the Tex-Mex steak meal we had discussed this morning.
"Not Tex-Mex?" I asked with a bit of mock exasperation. I sidled up to her and wrapped my arms around her bare midriff. Smooth, soft, flawless skin. I nuzzled her neck, my 5 o'clock shadow tickled her. I slid my hands under the crop top to cup her breasts. She doesn't normally wear a crop top. I got in a few ...

The rich scent of coffee filled the air as the espresso machine rumbled to life. A thin ribbon of dark liquid streamed into a porcelain cup, releasing a warm, intoxicating aroma. Satia watched patiently, inhaling deeply as three shots poured through, their scent curling through the space.
"A pinch," Satia murmured to herself, flicking in exactly that amount of salt....

Author's note: Thank you for reading! I am new at this and appreciate you. Enjoy!
Adrian stood outside the coffee bar, his heart beating out of his chest and up into his throat, and checked his phone. It was 7:57 p. m. He wondered if he'd ever been this nervous before in his life. He couldn't recall. Anything, really. His mind was unfocused and overwhelmed. He pulled at the hair behind his ear, and tried to take a shakey big breath. "It's just a first date you dork."...