A Real BDSM Story Part 3

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We finished and I gave her water and cuddles for aftercare. I’d have given her a snack if we hadn’t just eaten dinner. She was floating on her cloud and loving it. I gave her compliments and spooned with her. During a scene I’m a hard ass drill sergeant, but during aftercare I’m as friendly as Mr. Rogers.

We got to talking and she said that she wanted to take a room in her basement and make it into a dungeon. I told her to show it to me. She does, and it’s just a small room that can be secured by a padlock so her kids will never be able to see the inside. No BDSM equipment in there yet. I got turned on thinking about where a St. Andrew’s cross could go. I loved that she wanted to make a dungeon just so I could use it on her.

I kind of wanted to fuck my sub in the basement, but in her words, there wasn’t a single place not covered in cat fur. So we went back to her bedroom.

A Real BDSM Story Part 2

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I untied her and had her lay on her back. It was time to give her tits the same attention as I gave her ass.

I began slapping my sub’s beautiful tits. She would cry out as I smacked them and would start to cover up with her arms. I didn’t like her covering up, so I yelled at her, “Keep your arms to your sides or I’ll have to tie you back up again. You have safe words. Use them!”

Of course, threatening to tie up a rope bunny is like threatening a kid with chocolate. It was inevitable that I’d have to tie her arms to the bed.

Arms tied to the bed and I’m back to giving her tits a beating. She still squirmed as I smacked them, but at least her arms couldn’t get in the way.

Eventually she gave in and screamed, “Yellow!”, followed by a defeated, “Yellow, God dammit, yellow.”

We use the traffic system for safe words, and “yellow” means to ease up on the intensity, but not stop the scene. I whispered in her ear, “Good girl” (I always make it a point to praise subs for using safe words) and continue with the beating at a less intense pace. Her screams started turning into moans.

A Real BDSM Story Part 1

A lot of BDSM fiction really doesn’t do a good job of describing a healthy D/s dynamic, so here’s a real story of what happened between my sub/girlfriend and I this afternoon.

My sub (let’s call her Kris) said about a week ago that while she’s been having a great time with our scenes, it’s been a minute since she’s been able to go to sub space. Sub space, for those that don’t know, is the high that a submissive experiences from being dominated. It’s often described as floating on a cloud.

Because her pleasure is very important to me, I spent the next few days trying to figure out why that was.

She had been stressed out from doing mom/work shit, and I decided that was probably the main reason she wasn’t going into sub space was that she’s too stressed out. After all, not even vanilla sex isn’t enjoyable when you have a hundred other things on your mind.

So I did what any good Dom would do: I decided that on our next date I would completely take away any decision making ability she has and make all decisions on her behalf. She wouldn’t have to do any thinking. She just needs to do what she’s told. (Her and I do consent to this dynamic, and everything else we do in this story).