bdsm stories and histories

Part 2
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CHAPTER 11: THE OLD MARE
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'So, who are you going to vote for?' I asked Bryony.
Justin had come over for a chat while I'd been eavesdropping on Bryony and Cassie in the pub a few days earlier and I'd never heard the outcome.
'Is Master commanding his slave to tell him?' Bryony said slightly tersely....

The Maid


Chapter 3

Over the next two weeks, the young mistress didn't seem to need much help. I admit freely that I was able to work on my tasks as an upstairs maid, cleaning and refreshing the linens.
But at night, I was like a wild animal, Lord help me. I would work myself into a state, thinking of all that transpired in the salon below. Touching my breasts, until the nipples became quite hard, touching my wet quim, arousing myself until I was shuddering with climax, spurting a wetnes...

Seven twenty-five. Not too long until he'd arrive then. Demi sipped her soda and quietly thought. Her eyes wandered briefly over to her twin sister, Katie. Where she could tell Katie was excited, Demi was busy going over a mental checklist. Third party location, check. That'd be the restaurant the guy offered to meet at and the hotel that could happen after. Friends knew where they were, check. She'd send a text to one once back at the hotel. If that text didn't come, said friend would call the cops. Not th...

She leaned down and gave my aching cock a single flick of her tongue.
And I felt it.
The unmistakable, cool scrape of metal.
A tongue piercing.
The tongue that left marks.
My body jolted.
I knew that tantalizing sensation too well -- I'd had eager sluts with pierced tongues suck me off before. The feeling always drove me wild....

There was a slight breeze on the intercoastal and it was a balmy tropical night. It was full dark, the moon just a sliver in the sky.
I was naked, bent forward, with leather handcuffs on and fastened to the iron railing on Sir's 17th floor balcony overlooking the Intercoastal waterway. I gripped the iron bar and rested my head on it. There were leather cuffs on my ankles, clipped to a spreader bar that kept my legs far apart. The only thing I was wearing was my slave collar. The lights on most of the hun...

Expanded summary: Newly-turned twenty-something werewolf Colt is a huge pain in the ass, constantly antagonizing his alpha, Liam. Alistair, Liam's husband, is frankly getting a little sick and tired of Colt's shit, so he makes a suggestion: Liam should beat the kid's ass like he's clearly begging for and maybe bend him over a desk or something and rail him until he stops being a brat. This turns out to be a great idea that works perfectly, because Alistair is a genius....

Dominants know that nothing pleases me more than sitting down to write. And in all of their glorious higher knowledge they force me to do it. It is not my place to question their divine will which allows me to live such a fulfilling life of luxury. To many my circumstances are ideal and exceedingly sexy....

Dawn of
The First... Tuesday.
-No Hours Remain-
It's funny how, even as an adult, wearing a set of headphones playing a particularly juicy beat can make it seem like you're in a world of your own. The music wraps around you like a cloak while you dip and dodge between your fellow students like some sort of ninja while the epic tones of the Sons of Asgard blast in your ears. Sure, plenty of people gave you weird looks as you mouthed the words and spun about like a ballerina on cocaine....

*This is a work of fiction.
All characters are 21+
All actions are consensual even if specified otherwise.*
We messaged back and forth for a few weeks. I told her about everything. I told her what I'm interested in, my experience, my fetishes, my desires. In countless video calls and texts, she learned everything I could tell her about myself. She wanted a live-in sub/slave to be hers. It was a dream come true. I would live at her home under her direction and care. I agreed to everything. All I had...

I shouldn't have worn the red dress.
He told me not to. Three days ago, in a message that ended with a period and nothing more:
"Do not wear red."
Of course, I wore it.
Not because I wanted to defy him -- not exactly -- but because I wanted him to notice that I could. That I still had teeth under all that obedience....

Chapter 4 -- Pablo/Pup Mellow
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'Come on, Mellow, up! We've been calling you for the last hour for your breakfast. You have your training lesson today,' Harry yelled, clanging on the cage.
Pablo stirred awake in his cage at hearing his pup name, squinting his eyes at the sunshine beaming in through the windows. He turned over in his warm, comfy dog bed and covered his face with his mitts, trying his best to block the sun with his paws. He groaned at the assistant handler making a racket and hop...

THE RULE OF THREE
Please read the Standard Disclaimer on Alextasy's biography page
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Previously, from PART 4 - WATCHING AND WAITING
Still peering up into my eyes with a sweet smile, Anne found my empty hand, and I felt her push something into the palm. I looked at the two long, white plastic sticks. The blue plus signs....

Cathryn was a little apprehensive as she made her way home from work. She was expecting Ed to come over that evening. It had been some time since she had last seen him. He had texted her earlier to ask if he could stop by and when she told him "of course," he responded by telling her that he had a special surprise for her. Of course, whenever Ed said he had a special surprise, she knew that she was in for something both exciting and unexpected. The last time Ed told her he had a surprise, he showed up with ...

Eve
"Do you have everything, once we are hours away from home and civilisation there's no turning back," Scott said to me. We were standing behind the car in our driveway. I had just shoved one last extra blanket inside just in case what we already packed wasn't enough. I went through the mental checklist of what we needed for the trip and what I had packed. I was more than certain we had everything....

Aura is a word, often used by ballers. It means a certain air of indifference, and talent. Here, a twenty year old hypertalented footballer sat, aura-less, in front of a married woman, who considered herself to have no real flair.
They sat apart, in a cafe. It was dark wood walled, cedar floors and Nepalese trinkets hung on the walls. Fatima was forty, and tired skinned. Her brown eyes closed under slightly arched eyebrows, blinking slowly. And she wore a dress and overcoat, while sitting with her husban...

He wakes me up at 6:00 a. m. this July morning. I hate being woken up that early, but He also knows this and does not really care.
I whine a bit and try to snuggle. He kisses me and then whispers into my ear:
"I want total obedience today. You'll be calling Me Your Lord today. Understand?"
My whining stops immediately. I know by the tone of His voice that if i do not obey i will be sorry....

Such a good girl
- It's time to practice, Tom says, - Take off your pants.
It makes me tingle inside. Tom's gaze has that familiar dark intensity, he straightens his toned physique, looking down at me on that bed. I hesitate. I take off my top pants, glance at Tom, raise my eyebrows.
- Those too....

The first time mistress agreed to meet me face to face was at a cafe. She was on her way back from the gym but had agreed to give me twenty minutes of her time. I had guessed it was some sort of a test but I didn't know what the test would be.
She had arrived forty minutes late at the café we were supposed to meet in. By the time she was there, I was a nervous wreck. I knew she wouldn't like me calling or texting to check if she was still coming; so had just had to wait it out, playing with my phone, che...

Mid-day..
The best time, they say, for thinking. For being productive.
But for the young Seraphina, it was the best time for therapy. Sitting in the same boring red chair across from a woman who could have been the center of plenty of dirty-minded fantasies with her no-nonsense business suit, skirt, tight bun, and cat-eye style glasses perched on her nose....

Control is a funny thing. For most of human existence people have fought like wild dogs to maintain a sense of it over their lives. We make decisions. Create plans. Some even plan years into the future in an effort to give themselves this feeling of stable control to the day to day. There are some though, a rare few, who have realized the utter exhaustion a life in control can bring. For these special few, the burden of control is passed on to another. What remains is a state of rest. Not restful sleep. Sou...

-- CHAPTER FIVE --
Suddenly, the lights were on and her husband was there. Maria came awake and unfastened Tammi's bonds and left the room. Gerry kissed her lightly on the lips as he handed her a cup of coffee. After you finish this, the other women will help you get cleaned up and ready for the rest of your training. He moved to the chair, sat down, and watched her. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do except drink her coffee....

Saturday 8am your alarm goes off and you wake from a decent dream about the gentleman you have been talking to. He seems so real and honest and his knowledge of the lifestyle just blows you away. You have had in interest but never pursued it until now.
You joined the site with the hopes of meeting someone real, someone that can help you learn, someone who will go slower and teach you. You find plenty of fakes and wanna be's and thought you had found a real one. it worked out for a bit. The online talking...

I smile as i sigh for the box. I wonder if the delivery driver has any idea what he is an accomplice to. As soon as i shut the door, i whip out my pocket knife and open the box.
My eyes widen.
What the fuck?
It contains only a note and a garage door opener.
Has He sent me the wrong package?...

"There will be five contestants in the first annual milking contest of the Ladies Afternoon Club." Mistress Morgan stood in front of four women, sitting comfortably, observing five subs lined up for inspection. The women were relatively new to the group. That is, they did not have their own men participating in the contest. These women were here to see for themselves if the rumours were true....

Ryan stood still as the automatic door hissed open behind him, not because he was hesitant, but because he didn't rush for anyone. He wore black from collar to toe, tailored dress pants that followed the line of his legs, a fitted shirt that hinted at strength beneath the fabric, sleeves buttoned at the wrist with precise care. His belt was smooth leather, the buckle sleek, and his shoes were polished to a mirror finish....

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any events or to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All players are over the age of eighteen unless otherwise stated. If you have a problem with bondage or non-consensual sex, go no further! This story is purely for adult fantasy and entertainment. The author in no way condones violence towards women. Constructive criticism and comments welcome at the end. Enjoy!...

The Price Must Be Paid
Chapter 7. "Revenge"
This is a continuation of a story that has six previous chapters. If you haven't read those, this will not make sense to you. I'd recommend that those of you who have followed me and read chapter six, refresh by reading that chapter, and that will make this one more enjoyable. I also wish to thank my followers and their patience. It's been three years since I've written for personal and family reasons. I hope you enjoy this chapter....

The Club - 1
Louise and I had been together for about 7 years, and like most couples, had settled into a comfortable and familiar lifestyle, but its fair to say that the initial spark and passion of our relationship had dimmed some what. We had met in our early twenties, and decided not to have children, focussing on our careers, and were both moderately successful in our own fields. Although I had had my share of relationships before we had met, I knew that Louise had been quite a wild child, and had ex...

Chapter 38: Intruders
Two weeks had passed since Sir Simon had started his lessons. During these two weeks, Emily had progressed tremendously. While she had not been defenseless before, now with Simon's help, she had progressed in spellcraft enough to stand toe to toe with her sister.
The four of them were again sitting in Corantin's office. Simon was currently teaching Emily her first advanced tier earth spell. Meanwhile, Corantin and Vallerie were reading grimoires Simon had brought to learn new spe...

She shifted forward with feline grace, her athletic thighs framing my head.
She slid her black panties aside, revealing her mature, hairy but neatly trimmed, Asian pussy -- dark, wet, demanding.
Her scent hit me like a drug. Earthy. Raw. Primal.
It wasn't pink or polished or photo-ready -- it was real. Mature. Musky. Utterly sovereign. A grown woman's cunt -- a throne, not a playground....