Kiya
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 25
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 25 - Before she died of cancer, Stephanie Barrett did one last thing for her husband Nathan—she found him a slave. She spent her final months training her young cousin Kiya to love him the way she had loved him, completely and without reservation. Kiya spent a year watching Nathan from a distance before walking into his life with a sealed letter and a truth she had been carrying for two years. "I am the slave she made for you”
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Slavery BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Water Sports Big Breasts AI Generated
Kiya
That Thursday at dinner, Nathan set down his fork and looked at me across the table.
“I saw that you checked yes on some of the bondage categories. Have you ever had a bondage fantasy?”
I wasn’t ready for that. I put my own fork down and thought for a moment, buying time I didn’t really have. There was no way around it.
“Yes, Master. I have.”
“Tell me about it.”
I looked at my plate. “Well — Stephanie gave me the checklist, and when I came to the restraint section I thought about the different ways you might tie me up. One of the selections was the St. Andrew’s cross. I wasn’t sure what it was, so I looked it up. It didn’t seem too restrictive — just securing my hands and feet — so I checked it, thinking I’d be okay being tied to one.”
“Is that all? I asked about a fantasy.”
“No, Master. I was getting to that.” I took a breath. “That night, after finishing the section Stephanie instructed me to complete, I finished my nightly ablutions and went to bed. I had a dream.” I paused. “I have never had a dream like that before.”
“Go on.”
“I dreamt that I was standing in front of it — face to face with it — and I was suddenly physically overwhelmed. My nipples became rock hard. So hard they ached. My pussy started to flood.” I felt heat climb into my face. “Almost like I was peeing myself, as I pictured myself restrained on that cross. And you were flogging me, and it hurt, but it was a good hurt, and the more it hurt the more excited I became and — and —”
“Slow down, Kiya. Slow down. Take a breath.”
I breathed. My eyes filled.
“And — you wouldn’t let me cum. And I needed to cum so, so badly.” The tears spilled over. “When you plunged your cock into me from behind, you told me to cum for you. And I came, and I came. I couldn’t stop cumming.”
I wiped my face with the back of my hand.
“I vividly remember — you filled me with so much cum it leaked out of me for an hour.”
Nathan said nothing for a long moment. He picked up his fork. “Finish your dinner, baby girl.”
That was all.
The days after that passed as they always did. Morning protocols. His coffee. Her cushion at his feet while he read. The ordinary texture of their life moving forward without ceremony.
He never mentioned the dream.
By Wednesday I had half-convinced myself he’d filed it away somewhere and moved on.
Nathan
Thursday evening I told her, “We’re going downstairs.”
She went still for just a moment. Then she followed.
I led her to the basement door, unlocked it, and reached in for the light. She came down the stairs behind me, her hand light on the railing, and I stepped aside so she could see the room.
Her eyes found the cross immediately.
I watched her face. Watched the exact moment her body understood what her mind was still catching up to.
She stood there — not moving, not speaking — and I could see it moving through her. The flush rising in her throat. The slight part of her lips.
Then she looked at me.
“Oh, Master.” Her voice was barely a sound. “Are we? I’m already soaked.”
“Come, baby girl.” I held out my hand. “Let’s play.”
Kiya
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