"Bondage. Discipline. Sadism. Masochism. So you're a... sadist?" "Actually... I... I like the D and the S to stand for Dominance and Submission. I..." she paused, thinking it over carefully. "I don't want to hurt you, I don't think. I just want you to—" "—submit." He sipped his coffee. He had made her breakfast again the next morning: this time it was avoc...
She enters the darkened room, walking carefully, on sure, bare feet, to the dresser. Taking a taper from the brass holder, she strikes a match, the sulfur smell reaching her nose as the flame flares bright a moment. She lights the taper and gently blows out the match. Guarding the candle flame, she crosses to the dark corner where a large pillar candle sits...
Since moving in with my boyfriend, I haven't really been able to practice any self-bondage; don't get me wrong having him around has it's perks, but I have been itching to torture myself for a while. Today I just happen to have the day off while my boyfriend has to work. I rubbed it in by snuggling in our bed naked as he gets ready to go. "You're going to...
While Sephira was sleeping still, he put a single column tie around each of her wrists and ankles. She stirred a little but Sir murmured a few Domly nothings at her and she simply smiled and relaxed again. It was easy enough to link her wrists together using carabiners through the bight of the single column wraps, and then the same treatment was applied to h...
I awoke the next morning and stretched, looking out the large windows to the vast blue sea and white sandy beach, memories of last night dancing through my mind. It had been exhilarating to watch my slave's reactions to being stripped, tied down, displayed and used to teach other women how to properly tease and spank a man. He had been embarrassed to have t...
Copyright Oggbashan September 2016 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This is a Halloween fantasy with femdom. Ruritania is the fict...
It's comfortable, sitting against him. Three weeks dating, and tonight I wasn't sure whether I should come home with him, but this feels right. His couch is one of those that you just sink back into, so between his arms and the feel of the loveseat, I feel like I've sunk into a right sized nest. He can't know that these moments are my favorite in a kiss, o...
You hang there, nothing but the chains at your wrists supporting your weight. Your head is down, your frightened eyes gaze up at me through a veil of damp hair. The remains of your red velvet dress droop limply from your shoulders, your torn corset doing little to conceal you from my wandering eyes. I take a step towards you and your legs suddenly find thei...
"I'm not sure about this." She said when she walked into the bedroom and saw the scarves and blindfold on the bed. "Come on baby, I know you want to try it." He knew it! Yeah, so there were certain situations where he would be nervous too, but they had trust in one another. She knew that he would never do anything to hurt her. "Let's come up with a safe wo...
This is the continuation of a story about a college student and her psych professor discussing her paper on BDSM, section by section. ***** **Bondage: Submission and Control** "Put out your hands," I say and I bind them with my scarf making the knots nice and tight. I grasp you by the throat and pull you up to a standing position. I walk you backwards o...