I keep hearing that Muslim male submissive types in the world of BDSM are hard to find, and I laugh at the kinds of people who say these things. Yes, there are Muslim women in the world of BDSM, and I'm proud to say that I am one of them. My name is Sulafah Faeed, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Toronto, in provincial Ontario. I'm mixed race, bor...
Eyes gently lowered, slender hands clasped tightly behind her naked back, she gracefully lowered herself to the sand and kneeled, as she knew He preferred. Shivering slightly, the chilly ocean breeze assaulting her creamy skin, she spread her legs wider, resisting the urge to rub her throbbing clit. Goose pimples dotted her breasts and arms, not only from th...
I'd gone to Paddles, a bondage club in New York City, originally for no other reason then to try and remove the dreams I'd been having as of late. I'm not sure exactly what started the dreams but some erotic literature I had received at my apartment had definitely brought them to the forefront of my mind. The dream was a recurring one and, nightly, at least...
Authors Note: My deepest love of symphonic metal and music as a whole. As always, my work is dedicated to JC. My inspiration, my friend and my confidante. For you, the Prince d'Aquitaine. Affectionately Ice ~ I remember this moment really quite fondly Master. It was one we had fantasied about for many moments before we met but to actually live the desire...
I woke up slowly -- completely unaware of how I fell asleep. As I attempted to stretch, I realized I was bound to some sort of steel frame. My ass was on a fork shaped device, leaving my crack exposed. I could tell because of what felt like a cool breeze blowing on my asshole. My legs were tied to this frame I could now see. My arms were stretched behind me....
If you are reading this in hopes for a stroke story, I am sorry to disappoint you. There is very little sexual interaction and a lot of plot development that will make the subsequent chapters flow. * The next morning I awoke in absolute pain. I could not find Alex. I grabbed the crutches and hobbled to the dresser. I pulled on an aqua-colored tee-shit. I...
Doctor Booth wasn't the first woman to put me over her knee, far from it. I'd been spanked by several women, however, when Doctor Booth ordered me across her lap, my heart sped up and I felt both mortified and sexually aroused at the prospect of being spanked by her. I embraced my helplessness as I slid my naked body across Doctor Booth's thighs. The fabric...
Lit Admin note: this story does not contain explicit sexual situations. Because future chapters will include explicit BDSM sexuality, we are placing this chapter in that category to keep the story together. Note: This text is only getting published in merit of my gifted editor, Psycho17 -- I strongly recommend his aptitude! His editor profile may sound inti...
The last Saturday of August 2012 came, and I found myself feeling blue. The name is Steven, and I'm a big and tall Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti and raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. From 1999 to 2009, I lived in the heart of New England but in mid-Novemb...
Blindfolded, with my hands cuffed to my thighs with Velcro-straps, I had no idea where I was going, and I was nervous, to say the least! I knew I'd be safe, that wasn't the problem; my loving husband, and sometime Dominant Master Scott, was the one who had "kidnapped" me. He meant me no harm. In fact, this was my birthday gift. The one that I had asked for....