I sipped my drink, watching the action around me, and sighed. It seemed like watching was all I ever got to do. I was stuck in a catch-22: I wanted to find someone who could accept everything about me, but I wasn't willing to tell anyone anything about me until I was sure they'd accepted me. A gay BDSM club probably wasn't the best choice for having deep per...
A submissive friend of mine recently posted in her blog that she had a really great scene. She described how her dominant had taken her farther and was, "more sadistic," than ever before. He had her, "bawling," her head off for most of the time. She made it clear that she had had a wonderful time. In my mind's eye, I imagined a vanilla person reading that bl...
Alice fell for him in the graveyard silence when the lights had faded and the songs were sung, and that was no small thing. She rationed her affections. Men had to wear her down to get a taste. That's just how it had always worked; attraction came only with familiarity. And yet, there she stood in the audience, enchanted by a musician whom she had never met...
Todd was getting used to his new master. Master Mark wasn't like anyone he had known before. Master Mark cared for Todd, it seemed, and wanted Todd to get pleasure. To get help. He knew he couldn't tell his therapist everything, but she was proud with what he did confess. That he was in a possible new relationship. The night terrors he used to have was dimmi...
Apparently, as a biracial Muslim woman of Lebanese and Somali descent, I'm supposed to be quiet, oppressed and submissive. Right now, I'm shoving my fist into the anus of one Bilal Abdirahman, and he's squealing like a miserable little bitch. While topping my bound and hapless Black male sub, I'm wearing a red bra and matching panties, along with my high-hee...
I write erotic fiction and post the stories on an internet forum. Recently a reader took strong issue with the content of my latest story, asking, 'hasn't this author ever heard of "Safe, Sane, Consensual"?' The story did feature an extreme BDSM theme, but was fiction, and intended for an adult audience. Like all parents, and I believe. most writers, my ins...
"So, I heard you Haitian guys in Ottawa are really thirsty for us Djibouti and Somali ladies, I bet you were expecting us to be all submissive and shit since we're Muslim and all, well, I'm bossy so deal with it," Mistress Habiba Alwan said with a triumphant smirk. The object of her tirade simply nodded at her and said nothing, and Mistress Habiba nodded in...
I've always taken more pleasure in pleasing him, knowing that I've caused his body to writhe and orgasm. I was convinced that I am submissive and would welcome the opportunity to partake in non- vanilla play. Granted it might have been because the narratives around vanilla sex paint it to be boring and non rewarding, or maybe its because I was accidentally e...
It was a comment from a stranger in a BDSM chatroom that started the whole thing. She'd been lurking in chatrooms for months now, drawn to the lurid discussions of acts straight out of her fantasies. She never spoke up herself, though, still not really believing that there were so many others "like" her. With each passing day she became more impatient wit...
Today, I stop lying to myself and I admit what I am. My name is Steve Etienne, and I'm a big and tall Black man living in the Province of Ontario, Canada. I'm of Haitian descent and moved to Canada from the island of Haiti in the summer of 2002. Presently I study Law at Carleton University. I discovered the world of BDSM three years ago and I only recently a...