BDSM Stories

The story of a slave facing an examination devised by her Master. The trial is set to take place in a public setting—the locker room of a gym where wrestlers are currently training.

True story of a night out at a bondage club. A little different style here, I tried to keep it erotic, yet clean. No swear-words in this one!

Jake learns a lesson in control from his Mistress.

Samantha entered the lobby like velvet sin. Curvy and lush, heavy natural breasts strained her black corset, pale skin glowing, silver barbells through hard dark nipples. Wide hips swayed in ripped fishnets, violet-streaked black hair framing green eyes. She had known it was me. “Surprise, Cousin,” she smiled. In the suite her massive tits spilled free. A true goth pain slut, she begged for blood taboo, her thick curves rippling under rough thrusts and slaps in ecstatic ruin.

I never thought I would see the splendor of New Mecca as not only was it deep in the heart of the Arabian Desert but off limits to infidels. So it came as a shock to find myself trafficked there to be a slave. The city was full of slaves and beautiful women that would be forbidden to me. Thus to save me from castration, my penis had to be securely locked by my firm-handed Arabian master. But with so many beauties to temp me, was it a mercy or a torture?