I can't believe this has to be said on a BDSM story, but it does. This is 100% consensual and within limits. If you do not wish to read about a breeding fetish, blood play, knives, body marking, or any hardcore activities, please exit now. If you click on these types of stories just to troll the comments, please exit now. To get the full story of these c...
Note: This series takes a lot of turns, and any given chapter might include female/female play, male/male play, BDSM, group stuff, and who knows what. It's all just meant to be fun, and I'll try to pick a good category for each, but be forewarned. And have fun. Life is play. * "This," said Dee, "is crazy." We were out on her front porch smoking a joint. R...
Part 3 Fitness Center From Fuck-toy to Cougar (This is a slightly edited version of Fuck-Toy and was the inspiration for the 'Then Something Happened' series. The Cougar appears again in later stories. There are passing references to BDSM and Lesbian activities.) Chapter 4. I was going through a hard time, a recently divorced Plain Jane, boring job, no p...
The conversation in the cab on our way out the highway was sparse and tense. We discussed our projects, trying to joke through the obvious awkwardness, but my typical free-flowing chatter abandoned me as it always does when I'm hopelessly attracted to a person. I kept looking over at James' face as he drove the truck and catching him looking over at me. It s...
Author's Note: This story contains adult content. Do not read if you are under the age of 18. Additionally, this is not an accurate representation of slavery or non-consensual sex at all, as it exists in a fantasy setting. Non-consensual sex or sexual acts and sex slavery in real life is highly immoral and illegal, and I do not condone such acts. All charact...
Alison squirmed as much as her binds allowed her to move, testing them for weaknesses. But there was no give. She was truly helpless. Alison was a slim, slightly taller-than-average woman. She had thick red hair and her cheeks were dotted with a small number of freckles. She had green eyes, and B-cup breasts. She was just a beautiful woman and looked even m...
Clay awoke in the middle of the night, surprisingly so considering everything that had happened in a single day before. He could feel his coach behind him, snuggling him closely. His warm breath lightly tickling the back of his head, a steady, even rhythm. It seemed the man could put a smile on his face even while he slept. He didn't want to move for anythin...
Precious was lonely. It seemed like the whole world was on lock-down and she hadn't been fucked in weeks. She dreamed about her Daddy and remembered all the fun they'd had. She thought about the threesomes in her bedroom, the occasional groups and the amazing times they'd had at play parties. She thought about the kinky afternoons when they were alone and ho...
To avoid misconceptions: This is obviously a fetish fairy tale, not a realistic depiction of a loving BDSM relationship based on SSC principles. If you're uncomfortable with stories featuring outré fetishes like permanent bondage, piercings and slavery, I'd suggest to skip this tale. * By now, her appearance matched her mental image of the perfect slave gi...
Heather sighed as she fidgeted with her hands. Maybe that was why women carried those little clutch bags? Not to hold their make-up or the keycard that she had stashed in the band of her stocking, but to give them something, anything, to do with their hands at moments like this. She stood on the landing at the top of the stairs, looking about the large for...