Tag: BDSM

[F] Photographer used me

Ok so i am a submissive slave. I serve at bdsm parties aswell. So my master wanted me to get some professional photographs done. He said he had talked to one professional photographer but he is very expensive so i have to fuck him once all photos are done to get a discount.

Now the photographer said it would take long so my master dropped me off at his studio the first day. He asked alot of questions about my sublife etc and mainly sexual ones he said he wanted to get to know me to paint a better picture.

He then told me to strip naked. Which i found weird i said im just doing professional and sexy shots why naked he said he was going to do shots for bdsm aswell. I stripped naked and stood in front of him. He clicked a few photos. Then he started groping my boobs. I interrupted again but he just silenced me. Me being a sub couldn’t overcome his dominant behaviour. He took out his dick and told me to suck it as he snapped some picks. I wasnt really sure but master had given me a rule of not resisting if anyone tried to do anything to me. So i had no chance of resisting. I did as he asked. He then told me ride it, which i did. He creampied me without any warning. Read more »

Two Lovers on a Train – [M/f][BDSM][Public Humiliation][Public Play]

As Natalie boarded the train, her heart raced. This was it. She was really doing it. She was being impetuous. Stupid. Making the exact sort of decision that she would have yelled at any friend for making.

It wasn’t just that she was meeting a strange man from the internet for . . . well sex. Dirty. Kinky. Sex. There was no use in hiding that. Her body already ached for it.

It wasn’t just that, it was so much worse. She had let her horny slutty ass agree to go on holiday with him. Had agreed to . . . all sorts of things. Things she had already learned she loved. Things she had fantasized about trying. Things that she could never admit to wanting, not even to her closest friends. Things that made her blush just imagining that she was actually going to do them.

In the days leading up to it, there had been a bit of fear, but so much more excitement. Talking to him. Hearing his teasing words about the things they would do, touching herself and sending him pictures. It had been delicious. Dirty. Amazing. Now she felt a wild thrill of fear. Nerves racing through her body. She should get up and leave. She should be mad at herself. She should get the fuck off this train. But instead, the fear, the nerves, it only makes it all so much sexier. Read more »

Possessed by a Demon pt1 [Blood] [Demon] [Violence] [BDSM] [Asphyxiation]

I’ve just started writing as I haven’t found much with blood kinks. I’m posting on wattpad too if anyone wants to follow me! Blood-Red-94

Tags: blood, copious amounts of blood, blood kink, main character death(living), large wounds, demon, choking

She was frozen with fear as her eyes locked with his…it was what she had always wanted.

He smiled, fangs glistening, “To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

She felt nauseous and giddy, a cold sweat across her brow, what had she wanted again? She opened her mouth to speak, “I…” her tongue seemed to swell and her mouth was dry.

His smile widened, “Now, now, it’s quite alright. Do tell, why have you summoned me?” He placed a warm clawed hand over the fresh cut on her arm causing the profuse bleeding to stop. He then licked his claw with a long slender tongue, allowing for some blood to smear on his lips. Read more »

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Embrace of the Goddess [Part 2 of 3] [FF] [Fantasy] [BDSM] [Mind Control] [Corruption] [Twins]

Embrace of the Goddess: Epilogue

Part 2: The Princesses

Tiriniel’s Temple of Dawn’s First light was the chief gem in the crown of Azora’s temples. It was dome shaped with spires shooting out of every radial point like the sun rising above the horizon. Acolyte’s from all over creation made pilgrimages to this holy sight. It is said that Azora first touched down here when she came to dwell with mortals, though Maloth knew that to be a convenient lie. They both fell, kicking and pulling on each other’s hair, as they crashed to this stinking realm of decay and frailty. They landed in a swamp now called Acheron’s Gap. It’s mostly inhabited by gator farmers. No. That didn’t fit the grand narrative of Azora, the grand lie. That would be Maloth’s first order of business. She would set the record straight, including how she was consumed by her sister, slumbering in the consciousness of the goddess these people worshipped. For the whole time, some part of them worshipped Maloth, and that secret would make the transition of power easy. Read more »

Isabella: Used and Abused [PART 5] (MFF, dub-con, non-con, BDSM)

**Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction. All depictions of rape, violence and other illegal behaviours are merely fantasy. This writer does not condone sexual violence of any kind.**

*About Author: 21, F, Uni student, Australia*

PART 5

Level B3 was the only floor of the Science and Technology Department to receive funding for renovations. In stark contrast to the crumbling sandstone building above it, the gleaming underground laboratories had frosted glass sliding doors, sleek metal interiors and state-of-the-art technologies. As such, access to Level B3 was reserved for PHD students and researchers working on the University’s most sensitive and lucrative projects.

Dr Bardwell’s background was in biomedical engineering, but she was always looking for opportunities to develop her more unorthodox ideas – ideas that would certainly be rejected by the Ethics Board. So when Mr Fitzroy, the Vice-Chancellor himself, had requested her help on a classified project, she couldn’t refuse. For Dr Bardwell, the means were always justified by the ends. She hurried through the underground corridors of Level B3, clutching a tablet in one hand and in the other, balancing a tray of needles, vials, creams, pills and various other contraptions. Inside the lab, she found a first-year student strapped to the medical examination chair in the centre of the room, fully nude except for the leather bands across her body. Read more »

A Night to Remember: A Wifes Guilty Pleasure Story [Str8] [bondage] [Mdom] [spanking] [bdsm] [husbandwife]

“Can we be down here?” I asked Sir in a whisper as he led me down into the basement of the gothic mansion owned by Sir’s newest client Michael, something I could not remember. The mansion was located on the outskirts of town surrounded by ancient evergreens that went for as far as the eye could see. No one would hear you scream in that stone house surrounded by the dense woods, was my first thought when we pulled up. 

“Of course. Michael gave me a tour when I was here last week. We thought you might enjoy a particular room within the house. One that is typically off-limits to guests.” Sir had a devious smile as he spoke and things deep in my core started to respond. My mind racing with all the dirty possibilities.  

Surly my imagination was being overactive hoping for an intricate sex dungeon full of naughty toys and intricate contraptions to fulfill all my deviant desires. Even if I was right and Michael, did have a sex dungeon hidden away in his stone basement why would he consider sharing such a private place with Sir and I. It made no sense and I tried to quell my excitement with common sense.   Read more »

Vivian the Tease – M/f – BDSM and mild humiliation

Vivian awoke that morning, naked and hurting, but hurting in the most wonderful way. She took her time looking herself over, enjoying the small bruises she could see here and there on her skin. Especially the three spots on her left breast, she could almost imagine seeing his fingers there, pressing in, claiming her flesh as his.

He had given her orders to follow today, while he was off in some other city on business. She wasn’t thrilled that she wouldn’t have him again tonight, but she already felt herself getting aroused thinking about her tasks.

The first was of course, that she wasn’t allowed to have an orgasm. What made that harder, was that the second was she was supposed to find time to get herself to the edge twice. To send him pictures of what she was doing to herself.

The asshole. How dare he, she thought, how dare he tell her what she could or couldn’t do with her body. There was real malice in the thought. Real irritation. But also arousal. She was going to do it and god damn herself, she was going to enjoy it. How did he know? Would he have treated anyone like this or was he correctly figuring her desires out? And how, she didn’t even understand her desires? But here she was, knowing she was going to let this stranger control her and her body even when he was a city away. Read more »

Embrace of the Goddess Epilogue [Part 1 of 3] [FF] [BDSM] [Fantasy] [Corruption] [Monsters] [Dark]

Embrace of the Goddess: Epilogue (Part 1 of 3)

By Trixie Adara

Maloth

The city had fallen when the goddess arrived. Hours ago, Iriel had summoned her to Tiriniel, the last bastion of the elves. Tiriniel, the shining white city that watched over the Falls of Shadrath. Tiriniel, home of the largest temple of Azora. The last temple of Azora.

This was it, the beginning of the end.

Maloth was in her chambers, devouring the soul of a sweet mother of four. The poor woman was trapped in a lifeless marriage, and worshipping Azora was the only speck of ecstasy she could find in her life. It was the new shred of humanity in Maloth that made her think of it as “saving” the middle-aged woman. Her soul was rich and luscious, like a dark chocolate truffle, and Maloth was enjoying the flip as her prey — now soulless — was wearing Iriel’s strap-on, pinning her oldest daughter — twenty with thick and wavy red hair — to the chamber floor and plowing her. The mother was getting a lot off her chest as she listed all the things her daughter never appreciated about her. She spanked her daughter hard as she fucked her, but it wasn’t playful. It wasn’t the teasing spank of lovers. Her daughter cried out in agony as her mother struck the same spot again and again. The skin grew pink to red, but the mother kept striking. Read more »

Isabella: Used and Abused [PART 4] (MF, dub-con, non-con, BDSM)

**Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction. All depictions of rape, violence and other illegal behaviours are merely fantasy. This writer does not condone sexual violence of any kind.**

*About Author: 21, F, Uni student, Australia*

PART 4

Isabella used her favourite scrunchie to tie her hair into a high ponytail and sprayed a bit of perfume on her collarbone and wrists, all whilst taking deep, measured breaths. It was her pre-exam ritual – a bit silly, she admitted, but it always helped to calm her nerves before a big assessment. Today, she wasn’t anxious about the final exam – she was guaranteed a High Distinction even if the pages were completely blank. Read more »