bdsm stories and histories

Meg dropped back into the couch, eyes closed. She groaned in both pain and bliss as Sylvie pressed her thumbs into the balls of her foot.
"Man, your feet are a total mess." Sylvie shook her head in disbelief. "What the hell did you do this time?"
Sylvie was good enough a person that she almost managed to hide her exasperation. Meg couldn't blame her. This wasn't the first emergency foot massage she'd received from her girlfriend, and she totally got it if Sylvie grew a little annoyed, especially since...

"Jackson, my Mistress will see you now!"
"Thanks Clarice," Jackson said, giving the fox floret a pet as he walked by her desk. She let out a happy little squeak and nuzzled against his paw, but Jackson was too preoccupied today to give her more than a brief bout of scritches. He wanted to cancel this appointment with everything he had on the docket, but Acer wouldn't hear it....

Chapter 66: I Never Said I Was Done With Pleasure
"They thought I'd calm down. Get softer. Grow out of it. What they didn't understand was—pleasure was never the phase. It was the point." — Mistress Staci
There's a myth about women like me.
That we burn brightly for a while— and then settle....

Chapter Five
I was once again desperate to relieve myself by the time she returned. I was also starving hungry and my belly rumbled constantly as she led me over to the lawn and allowed me to cock my leg like the dog that I was becoming. Leading me into the kitchen afterwards, I was tormented by the delicious smell of hot food emanating from the cooker and I tried to work out what it was as it tantalised my taste buds and made my mouth salivate....

Chapter 63: The Girl Who Asked Me How
"She wanted a method. What she needed was a mirror." — Mistress Staci
She was bright. Curious. Maybe thirty. Maybe less.
At a dinner party, half a glass of wine in, she leaned across the table and said:
"I hope this isn't too forward, but... you have this energy. Like you know something the rest of us don't."...

This is probably not the next chapter many of you are hoping for, but I promise it's coming up. Thank you to everyone who's been following along and commenting.
==========================================
Interlude: Monique
The wrap party wasn't a huge affair. Part of that had to do with the budget; they didn't have a lot left over to splurge and really go crazy like some big-budget productions. But they still rented out a hotel ballroom and got a huge spread of food and an open bar....

The Pain Slut Part 11
Chapter 31
Blind obedience
"Master, we have a problem with Emily; she turned down a client."
Rita and I were lying on the bed, cuddled up together. Naked and sweaty from our lovemaking. There was a smell of sex in the air. I gently stroked her cheek; she looked at me with unfathomable eyes....

As usual, all characters are over 18 and are not meant to represent any person in real life. If there is a similarity, that is purely coincidence. This is the continued journey of Scott and his submission. Please enjoy and do not reproduce this story anywhere else as it is the property of the writer....

"HIT IT, BILLY!"
Eloise Dyson aka the elusive hacker ShadowBitch replied through the tiniest of microphones supplied to Ismael Nicolas Sanchez. They were about to protect his eardrums as well. Out in the parking lot of the jail was parked Black Box, the battle van belonging to Obsibian Opal Savage, typo on purpose. Through the van's high-tech weirdness, a stereo system to disturb all others blared Billy Idol's song Rebel Yell! The bass alone shook the windows on the front of the jail. Young Hannah Bell d...

Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 3 Chapter 103/35: Group Date part 2
I finished changing into the dress with a hard cock disappearing under the shirt. It was a little painful, but eventually, after a little bit, my cock was back in my panties. Alex looked down at it, and I could see the lust on her face as I stuffed it back into my panties. My cock strained against my panties, but I ignored it as I looked at myself and Alex in the mirror....

After the standing ovation, which she wasn't even sure how she'd gotten to her feet for, Mel had shown that same usher her pass. She told herself she was still pissed, that he needed a serious attitude adjustment. How dare he rouse these feelings in her!
She had been led through the maze that was backstage and to a door with an actual honest-to-god star on it. Inside there is a costume rack behind the door and a vanity mirror surrounded by those classic round lights sat opposite. The table below holds a ...

"Nngh, let me go you stupid weed!" Brady said, grimacing as he struggled against the vines wrapped around his body.
"Such a fiery little creature, aren't you?" Came the response from above his head. "I'm delighted to inform you that allowing you freedom is simply not an option, little Brady. What with your abhorrent feralist behavior since arriving here on Gilreath, it would be most improper of me to allow you even a whisper of self-determination before your implantation. So you had best get comfortable ...

She hadn't even stepped fully through the door before his hands were on her waist.
Not rushing. Not rough. Just there. Anchoring. Possessive. Like he needed to feel that she was finally real, finally his to touch, to guide, to undo.
"I told you," he murmured, leaning in to kiss the corner of her mouth not quite giving her everything yet "I'm not gentle. Not in the ways you're used to. But I am careful."...

Your hands slide across my back, rubbing more of the oil into my skin as you massage my muscles. I can feel little moments where your naked flesh touches mine, sending little jolts of excitement through my body. I can tell that you're wearing at least panties simply from the occasional moments where the material touches me, feeling like a scratch compared to the smoothness of your skin. Even though my head is tilted to the side, the blindfold is blocking every hint of light from the room. I keep losing myse...

Dana
**FINAL NOTICE**
The words on the envelope make my stomach turn. Sometimes I can't believe the fucking messes I get myself into. Ever since I turned 18 my life feels like it is in a downward spiral towards hell. But this? This takes the fucking cake.
I owe the credit card company ten grand, not ten singular dollars, but ten thousand. That would be one thing if I hadn't lost my job, while on the bender, that I spent the ten grand during....

Cane and Punishment

She didn't need to be punished.
I knew that, and she knew that.
But she did need to be punished.
I knew that, and she knew that.
This Risk Management Analyst in her early 50's was bent over her rustic aged-wood picnic-type dining room table in her Craftsman-style house. Beth rested on her elbows with her slacks bunched down around her ankles. They were down there because I had personally pulled them down there....

*All characters depicted are 18 years old or older*
You are absolutely terrified, frozen in place. The gigantic hand that firmly holds you by your waist shows no sign of wanting to let you go, and it is good, since a gaping, colossal feminine mouth waits right under you, in mocked shock...
Your captor licks her gigantic lips, before placing you at eye level. "SO! Little bug. I'll make things as simple as a male can understand them. We shrunk you to a size that more befits you and your less than adequa...

I know I've teased this a few times, but here it finally is, a follow-up to the mingled tabletop and bedroom roleplay of "A Different Kind of Dungeon Master."
If you haven't read it, all you need to know is that Rachel asked her friend and DM, Seth, to run a sex adventure for her in the style of his TTRPG adventures. They had a great time, but their relationship remains undefined....

Chapter Eight
It was several days later that Emilia experienced her first horse ride. She had been constantly tormented by Miss Tara and Rebecca beforehand; spanked until her bottom cheeks positively glowed, caressed intimately but not allowed to come and made to drink down copious amounts of her mistress' amber nectar. During the nights, her hands had been cuffed so that she could not play with herself after Rebecca had caught her during the darkness, gasping out her delight as her fingers had frigged h...

"Okay, you lost me."
Jackson groaned and gesticulated at the whiteboard set up in his and Acer's living room, which was currently covered in all manner of lines, numbers, X's and O's. Acer Maplestone sat on the couch and watched on, amused. Jackson was so cute when he got all worked up like this. He had to keep brushing his shaggy brown hair out of his face, and he got the most adorable pouty expression whenever Acer said he didn't understand a concept....

February 10th
I was surprised to be awakened by Master Robert this morning. I hadn't seen him since my first day out of the cell. I wanted to ask him where he had been, but he was silent like all the guards. Silence was also expected of me.
I suppose it's just a job for them. A secret, and likely profitable job, but there was nothing stopping them from leaving the compound for a weekend and going for dinner and a movie. Although, to be fair, they will be at this compound longer than me. It's their lif...

The morning after Pup came to help Neah and Meg was surprisingly uneventful. Pup had been allowed to sleep naked and caged at the foot of his mistress's bed. Around 5:50 AM, Pup felt a slight tug on his leash, as a sleepy Neah woke up, gloriously naked, their great tits bouncing in the chill morning light. Neah soon uncovered a raging erection between her legs, tugging on Pup's leash until his face was right in front of it....

Celine stood outside the apartment door, her bag slung over one shoulder and her thumb hovering above the handle. She reread the text Lia had sent just a few hours earlier:
"Mistress, don't make any plans tonight. Come home hungry. I have something special prepared just for you."
A grin crept across Celine's lips. Mid term season was nearly over--one more day, one more exam. Her body ached with stress, but her mind buzzed with anticipation. Lia had never sent a message like that before, and the formal...

We get back to the room where you lead me to the shower, where we take our time washing each other carefully, enjoying each other's bodies, your hands tracing over the marks, angry red welts on my skin.
"Are you sure are you sure you're okay with this?" you ask.
I smile telling you "better than fine, I could not wish for a more perfect way to start the day, I love being marked as your property."...

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 continues Clair's torments but includes an interlude where he 'checks in' with Clair, continuing the theme that communication is critical to consensual BDSM....

Mel opens one eye to the familiar, if sideways, view of her living room, she can tell it's daytime. She looks down to see her party dress from last night on and a shoe hanging from one toe. She is positioned on her side with a towel spread under her head. There is a bottle of water, a couple packages of saltine crackers and two headache tablets on her coffee table. Her head protests her movement as she sits up and reaches for them all. Saying a little thank you to Bess for getting her home safe. Only a best...

Chapter 60: We Invited Him to Visit
"He arrived as a guest. Left as a friend. And while the collar stayed in the drawer, his deference never wavered." — Mistress Staci
It was her idea.
"You should invite him."
"Why?"
"Because I want to see the man who kissed your boots and made your coffee with both hands shaking."...

2. Mary discovers limits
It had been a week since Mary had began to discover control in her relationship with Dan. That week had led her to learn more about herself and how she might be with him.
The first day had been so intense and for the next few days she could do little else but think about everything that had taken place between them. Curiously, Dan had not raised the subject since. Mary thought he was waiting for her to make the next move. She was grateful for his understanding. Clearly, he wan...

The sunlight gently through flowed the window blinds, dappling across the hardwood floor in warm, languid patterns. The apartment was quiet. Peaceful. Lia's textbooks lay untouched beside her, her art supplies scattered across the desk, abandoned hours ago.
She was on the bed--naked, flushed, panting....

The continuing story of Petal and her Master. The first bunch of chapters are under the Nonconsent/Reluctance category.
All fiction, of course.
For my patron, Bach
Enjoy!
As always, I woke up slowly. I'd fallen asleep in his arms and I was more than happy to stay in them. It seemed like I always fell asleep after we played. But I wasn't complaining either. I'd never been much of a napper, but in this case, it felt perfectly natural....