A large collection of bdsm short stories covering everything from slave training to submission fantasies. Enjoy!
It had been two days now since Peggy McKloskey had been arrested while preaching her mission message to the attentive congregation. Since her enforced incarceration, she’d been stripped, severely spanked and whipped, as well as stringently tortured (clamps on her nipples and pussy lips) for her refusal to divulge the name her captors repeatedly demanded to know.
Peggy McKloskey stood in front of the seated group of attentive listeners whom she was teaching the word of The Lord. She was a missionary sent to this middle African nation and they all loved her clear, soft voice and her plain but resolute manner.
Goddess on site. Without being asked, she kicked her own shoes off and lay herself full length on the quilt. Two very provocative young breasts thereby presented themselves for inspection. Inclining my head I kissed her just fractionally above her cleavage, moving downstream rapidly. She let out a small gasp of either pleasure or shock – I couldn’t tell which. From my viewpoint, it was definitely pleasure!
There are six of us and a dozen of them. They are all about 21, naive, innocent, staring at the ground, up into the night sky; anything but look directly at us. They are beautiful, wide-eyed and nervous, their slim bodies obvious in their tight jeans and T-shirts. One of the girls licks her lips as she watches me.
I am a glamorous TV star, yes. Beautiful, young, and wildly popular. I’m on one of those evening soap opera stars. Yeah, and my character is vicious and naughty, always teasing the men and getting away with murder. Everyone wants me, both on the show and in real life. When I go to the supermarket my face is on all the tabloids with rumors of me dating my 18-year-old co-star.
She followed the narrow path in front of her, the torch lighting the way. It certainly was dark in this cave, she thought miserably. She hated the darkness. Worse yet, as the teacher, she was expected to set an example to the boys. They, of course, were trying to be brave and act like heros, each trying to outdo the other, and pretending not to be scared.
The room that Brenda and the other women were led into was large and ornately decorated with tapestries along the walls, plush carpet, and oak furniture. Brenda’s quick glimpse gave her the impression of wealth and finery but subdued with cold formality.
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