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Masochist me

by DirtyMeStoryTime on Mar 15, 2017
BDSM

Interviewer: Tell me a little bit about how it started. Me: Well, it all started when I was young. Very young. I think I was like 3. I would get in trouble, and, remember, this was from a time when it was still acceptable, my parents would spank me. Interviewer: I don't understand. Even I was spanked when I was young. Me: Yes, but how did you respond? Interv...

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Masochistic Desires

by curiouspet on Sep 11, 2017
BDSM

Thanks to LadyScarlett for her editing help. * After years of playing and enjoying the BDSM community in my city, I've finally found a Dom who shares my kinks. I'm a submissive masochist, you see. While many enjoy rough play, even within the kinky world my desires run along the edge. I don't want someone to just take me hard, but I also want the wicked gl...

Auction

by masochisticpuppy on Dec 12, 2018
BDSM

Blindfolded, gagged, with my hands tied behind my back I was lead up a few stairs into a drafty room by my metal chain collar. I seemed to walk in a wide circle then stop in the center of the room. "Item number seventeen." A loud voice echoed in the room, "Quite a cute one she is. Standing at 5'6", 36B breast, and black hair." That sounded like me…I began...

Duck Taped Depression

by masochisticpuppy on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

His large hand traced her cheek, wiping away her swollen tears with his thumb. Her hair was disheveled, a long brown fury of tangled strands. Nakedness felt good against his clothes, the way it scratched against her nipples when they wrestled or how it pressed against her sore bottom when she sat on his lap to talk. Yet, earlier today, through all of her ha...

Reddened Lips

by masochisticpuppy on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

Her hips swayed in the black flowing dress that offset her pale skin. Her eyes were a fiery green and her reddened lips smiled across the room to Him. He was beautiful, the body that someone such as she could call more than handsome, and she wanted Him. Her lack of panties were made stunningly more aware as the juice from her loins leaked down to her milky t...

A Vampire's Human Slave Ch. 01

by MasochisticFreak on Sep 12, 2017
NonHuman

Jake felt a presence enter the room, unable to see who through the black cloth covering his eyes, and shortly after he heard shuffling of feet moving towards him and suddenly felt fangs sink deep into his neck. He cried out in pain, but all sound was stopped dead by the underwear shoved in his mouth and held tightly in place by a strip of duct tape. He strug...

A Vampire's Human Slave Ch. 04

by MasochisticFreak on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Jake gasped as Mistress R grabbed his package, pressing the studs even harder into his sensitized prick. "Yes Mistress R!" he managed to squeeze out of his throat. She moved closer to his ear and whispered, "If you do a good job, I'll take those studs off. If you don't do a good job, you sleep in the cage tonight." She patted his dick twice and released him...

A Vampire's Human Slave Ch. 03

by MasochisticFreak on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Jake looked towards the bedside table with, fear wondering what horrors lay inside. Mistress R smiled at Jake and when she found what her fingers were searching for, she slowly withdrew her hand. Jake took a deep breath, and when she showed him the item, he was a little confused. In front of her, Mistress R held a pair of pink lacy underwear, with a rather s...

A Vampire's Human Slave Ch. 02

by MasochisticFreak on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

A little later down the road, the woman in the car spoke for the first time, instructing Jake to put on a skimpy pair of short shorts she threw at him. Jake stared blankly at her for a second and the spoke, "Um, c-can you untie my ha-hands?" he asked stuttering from confusion and fear. He hoped he would not get in trouble for speaking, and his nuts were stil...

Southern Visit

by masochisticpuppy on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I stand to a degree in the garage. My arms shackled above me and my feet secured to the cold floor. My ass stings from that wicked wooden brush that he knows I hate and adore. With each lash given my body begs for more but my mouth whimpers for him to stop. My excitement still leaks from my body even though it has been a long hour since his presence was be...