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BDSM is convenient 4 letter abbreviation of 6 words - Bondage & Discipline (B&D) Domination & Submission (D&S) Sadism & Masochism (or Sadomasochism) (S&M).

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These are generally stories about control / submission between consensual adults.

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My Master's Gift

The true story of a Saturday-night scene, told from my then-wife's POV.

I spent most of the Saturday after Thanksgiving doing domestic engineering. Robert's housekeeper was away for the long Holiday weekend, visiting her children, so I prepared and served breakfast for the two of us and then started going through the house wi...

Inadequate, Chapter 2

How far will I go with Rex to prove my devotion to his cock?

I met Rex at the door wearing Cathy’s panties, light blue this time, and a lacy shawl of hers that made me feel very soft and vulnerable. I know I looked ridiculous, not the least bit feminine, but it excited me to be seen as weak, unmanly, and sexually p...

Inadequate, Chapter 1

Feelings of inadequacy lead John down a path of sissification that can only end in degradation and servitude.

Okay, I admit it: I’m a lot happier now. Which just proves that I’m not a real man at all. My name is Gianna and I deserve to be treated like the domestic servant and sex slave I’ve become. I used to be John, husband and father, a respected member of the...

Little Bitch Gets Punished

Little bitch has had a good start becoming my submissive. But to err is human. And to be punished is inevitable.

We fell into a lovely routine over the next few days. She would work out at the hotel gym every day, wearing her slutty and revealing workout clothes. I would return to the hotel after work, and she knew how to be waiting for me. She would be on her knees...

Maid To Serve - Part One

Anya goes out of her comfort zone to make more money.

London. A city that, on the outside, was one of the most celebrated and visited cities in the world. Its history spanned nearly two millennia. The old mixed with the modern, London boasted some of the most photographed locations by tourists worldwide. For...

Nightshade: Part 2

The consumation of their burning need fills them both exquisitely.

Taylor nudged her shoulder to turn her around, now facing him. He paused, yet again, and looked her up and down. To her credit, she was perfectly positioned and showed no signs of her indiscretion. He furrowed his brow and looked expectantly at his kitten...

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Nightshade Part 1

The consent of the word was one of his favorite parts of their play.

His hands slowly made their way around and under the fabric of her dress, cupping her breasts. They ached for his attention. Her body always ached for his attention. Her body responded without a thought and she arched her back, grinding her ass into his c...

I’m sure most of you know at least a little bit about BDSM by now. If nothing else, from the dubious Fifty Shades books. If you own a copy, please do the BDSM community and yourself a favour and burn it, toss it in the bin, use the pages to clean your win...

If you were to listen to her mother, Anna possessed all the attributes required to make millions from the sport of tennis. She had raw talent – though, God knows, she was wasting it. She was pretty too: long legs, a good bust. Still, a pity, her mother sa...

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Return To The Combat Zone

Sue asked Max to push her boundaries. Max pushed them further than she ever imagined possible.

By the time Sue reached the door, she was already soaked to the skin. The rain fell in sheets turning the unpaved parts of the driveway into a river. A huddled figure sat in a domed porter's chair by the door. Only his battered frock coat and crumpled hat...