A large collection of bdsm short stories covering everything from slave training to submission fantasies. Enjoy!
“Bend” he whispered as he pulled her bound hands down and she felt the edges of the bench with her fingers…Then the cord being wrapped across her hands again and around the seat of the bench…The effect was to raise her bare ass into the air, and leave her tits dangling, erect nipples pointing toward the ground and expose her to him…
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The following was submitted to BDSMCafe by Amy Minty, a reader here who is also a very talented erotic fiction writer. Give the summary a read, and then a sample chapter below. You can also …
Once in the house you lead us into the kitchen, where there is a bar over head and one by the sink. You back me up against the sink, strip me and catch my hands up behind me. “You were a very good girl,” you breathe into my ear, “You deserve a reward.” You pull back, holding my hands to the rail behind me. “Keep your hands there” you command, “I’ll be right back.”
I wrote this story inspired from “Tale of a bored housewife” a story found in a number of BDSM and sex stories sites. It starts at the point where the previous story ends and describes one more day in the life of Joan. I hope someone will be inspired reading it. I certainly enjoyed it.
I watched Elizabeth as she slowly dropped her khaki shorts to the kitchen floor next to her yellow top. My stomach was doing flips as I rubbed my palms on the smooth wood of the straight back chair I just sat upon. I’d never spanked another woman before. But here was my next door neighbor standing before me in her bra and panties waiting my next order.
Once he was wearing most of the accouterments of his Mistress’ desire he went back into the bedroom and retrieved the “Gates of hell” that his Mistress had purchased for him. He was so turned on at the sight of the jumble of rings and leather that he could barely stand for a moment as he contemplated putting it on.
The collar was a thin, coral-colored, suede-leather one with silver accents. It was delicate and feminine and I could tell it had been chosen with great care, possibly even specially made. He began to unbuckle it as he held it in front of me, “I would like to place this collar around your neck, for all to see.
He touches me… kisses me, and I am turned to liquid, hanging on to him for dear life, for sanity. Lord knows how I have tried to expunge him from my life. But I just cannot turn and walk away. He is ‘in’ me, he controls my every action… my every thought. One touch, one look… is all it ever takes.