This was actually the first story I wrote for “Zoe”; she wanted to know more exactly what I was into. I tried to brutal it up to her expectations. Sadly, large parts of this story are missing; I’ll try to fill them in from memory.
Rich medieval clients pay well to observe and direct the cruel torture of slaves
A college professor presents a performance art production of “I, Masochist” with a little technical help from W. Afterwards, the professor who referred the masochistic models to her asks her and W’s help in recording the six young women’s stories of how and why they are masochists. The eight chapters of this story each stand on their own, but make more sense if you have read the previous chapters. I am posting this entire series in the BDSM category. Although a couple of the chapters might not exactly fit the theme, all are concerned with the realities of masochism. These stories are loosely based on conversations I have had through the years with people who are attracted to or receive pleasure from pain, but none of the individuals depicted is based on any one person. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Chapter one of eight describes the “I, Masochist” performance and events leading up to it.
Be careful when you dance on the Devil’s doorstep. You never know when he might come out and ask you to come inside. (One of my Grandmother’s sayings.)
In some future time, prisoners can agree to a body swap with someone older than themselves so that they become the age they would be when their sentence is complete. Robert Voleman sees this as a way to get out of jail early to continue his predatory life. The final result, however, is not quite what he expected.
Slave missy learns there is more than one kind of spanking.
Evelyn is invited to join a very exclusive club, but she must first be interviewed by the admissions committee and explain why she deserves to be a part of SaMâs very exclusive club. The series begins with her first night at the club and then progresses through the stories she tells the committee to prove she is worthy to become a permanent part of SaMâs Club. The stories are better understood if you have read the previous chapters, but each chapter stands more or less on its own. Chapter two begins the description of the club and is a little more explicit.
When Maddi Miller gets caught doing naked self-bondage under an interstate bridge, the police take her to the psych ward of the local hospital. She is released but has to keep a diary as part of her thirty day evaluation and submit it to her therapist at the end of each week. This is week one of that diary. There are five weeks, each more or less stands on its own, but makes more sense if you have read the previous weeks.
Things didn’t go quite this way, but it would have been interesting if they had.
A lone woman has a dark vampiric couple break into her house.
Please note I don’t condone real rape or slavery. this is parts 1-7 for those of you that want to read it all. I am currently working on part 8
Day 2 of the saga. I suggest you read part 1 first, as it will make the rest of the story make more sense.
Safety and security are an illusion. Enjoy them while you can. But know that there is evil in the world, and illusions can be crushed in an instant.
This is a Role Play I did on another site that I decided to post on here đ tell me what you think, and PM me if you would like to Role Play something similar or even continue this story <3
Thanks so much for all your encouragement, feedback, and ratings on part one! Hope you like this one too. I write them as fast as I can but my private time is scarce so bear with me.
Katy is punished for talking to the police.
Warning: Content is sadistic and can be offensive.
If you do not like stories about gay, interracial, incest, or young sex, please move on. If you do like those topics, please enjoy. I do appreciate CONSTRUCTIVE criticism.
I wrote this for a girl I was courting. It didn’t work. Still, she enjoyed it….
The second installment in the Taking her story.
Slave missy is caned by a robot.
Evelyn is invited to join a very exclusive club, but she must first be interviewed by the admissions committee and explain why she deserves to be a part of SaM’s very exclusive club. The series begins with her first night at the club and then progresses through the stories she tells the committee to prove she is worthy to become a permanent part of SaM’s Club. The stories are better understood if you have read the previous chapters, but each chapter stands more or less on its own. In Chapter thirteen, Evelyn tells the ninth of ten tales to show her superiority as a true Mistress.
Sally is held by the Gentleman/monster in her own home against her will and forced to please.
The master has some time to kill
Their mutual lust prompts them to go to extremes they’ve never before experienced.
Jessica awoke in a daze. She blinked her blue eyes, trying to focus on any shape in the darkness as she struggled to remember where she was. There had been a party last night. She attended with one of the football players from her school. There were drinks and dancing andâŚnothing.
Sophie makes the mistake of bringing the horror home with her.
Day 3 of the saga. I suggest reading parts 1 and 2 first.
I saw you walk through the doors. The night mist clung to my clothes as I followed you inside. I got a seat in the back where I could watch you move through the smoky haze of the bar. All night I followed your body as it played pool, ordered a drink, and all the various areas of the bar you walked through. I watched as your hips sauntered past me to some guy with too much alcohol. He pulled you onto his lap and thatâs where you stayed the rest of the night. I drank my beer as I watched you get drunker by the hour. âThisâll be too easy,â I thought to myself.
Last call comes around and everyone hits the bar, marauding the bartenders with their orders. Your âgentlemanâ leaves you at the table to get a few more drinks for the road. I lock eyes with you for only a second and know youâre the one I want. He comes back and you two make plans for the rest of the night. Finally the bar flies leave. They stagger out the door causing a raucous as they bump and jostle each other, too drunk to walk let alone drive.
You two are the last to leave. You go to his car in the back of the parking lot and I follow. Heâs leaning on you with his arm around your shoulders. This infuriates me. You are MY prey, not his. He fumbles with his keys and I rush up behind him and land a blow to the back of his head. He falls to the ground knocked out cold. You stand there in shock, your mouth hanging open and your eyes wide with disbelief. I walk to your side and bring my arm around your waist. I pull you to me. I can feel you quivering against my arm, too scared to move or scream. I lead you to my car, put you in the backseat and lay you down.
âŚ..
You finally wake up from your alcohol induced slumber to find yourself handcuffed and shackled to my four post bed. Your clothes are still on and Iâm hovering over you, waiting for you to see me. You pull against the restraints, such a futile move, and notice me sitting next to you on the bed. Your eyes open wide and you scream. I stare at you until youâre too hoarse to scream anymore. I hold a straw to your lips and tell you to drink.
âItâs just water baby,â I assure you.
You take a sip and confident that it is just water to gulp it down thirstily. I watch as your slender throat moves with each swallow. I want to kiss it and bite it but I have to control myself. I donât want to break you too soon.
âWhat am I doing here? Who are you? WhyâŚ.,â you assault me with a hundred different answers that all share one answer.
I raise my hand to stop your talking.
âBecause I caught you.â
Suddenly your face becomes enraged. I smile. This is the reaction I was waiting for.
âI am not an animal. You canât do this!â
On and on you scream and yell, the whole time your turning me on and donât know it. An angry woman is an animal in bed. I move in closer with a smile still on my face as you continue to barrage me with your insults. You donât even notice Iâve put my arms on either side of you. My lips are inches from yours.
âAnd another thingâŚâ you start but my mouth closes over yours and I kiss you ferociously. I force my tongue into your mouth. I bite your lip and draw blood.
I pull back quickly and youâre even angrier. Tears are welling up in your eyes in frustration and pain. You try to pull out of the cuffs but only succeed in bruising your creamy skin at the wrists. I snap my hand to your wrist to stop you from hurting yourself more.
âMetal is unforgiving my pet. Youâll bruise your alabaster skin.â
The term âpetâ does not agree with you in the least. You begin to yell and thrash again. After a few minutes, I lean over your body on the bed and grab the scarf that is resting on the headboard.
âYou gave me no choice, pet.â I tie it around your mouth and finally get some silence.
You look into my eyes with a new fear. Now no one would be able to hear you scream. The silent panic in your blue eyes makes me smile even more. Iâm so aroused I begin to rub myself with one hand and unbutton my shirt with the other. Your eyes widen and you try again to get out, but to no avail. I pull my shirt off and lean over you. Your eyes suddenly confused.
âYes, Iâm a woman,â I say as you stare at my chest,â and this is going to be the best fuck youâve ever had.â
I pull a knife from my back pocket and flick it out. I admire itâs blade as you squirm underneath me. I smile at my reflection and move it over your long, golden hair. I bring the blade down the side of your cheek and watch as it catches here and there but never cuts.
âThis knife isnât to kill you, so relax,â I whisper into your ear. Youâre too scared to respond. Your eyes are fixed on the blade. I bring it from your cheek down to your shoulder and slip it under the collar of your shirt, slitting it open at the seam. I pull back the fabric and kiss the beautiful white skin of your shoulder and breathe deeply.
âMmmmm. Lavender, my favorite,â I breath out, barely in control of myself.
I slit the rest of your shirt and pull it away from your body, throwing away the tattered remains on the floor. Your breasts are gorgeous, still pert and full. I put my mouth on your left nipple and breathe hot air into the fabric of your bra. I quickly do the same to your other nipple and slice your bra off in a fast motion. The cold air of the room makes your nipples hard and erect, a beautiful sight to me. My breathing comes faster as my arousal heightens.
Not able to contain myself anymore, I quickly cut off your pants and underwear. Your eyes are pouring tears at the idea of as stranger looking at all of you. I notice a trickle of blood on your hip from my over zealous cutting. I grab your hips and bring my mouth on top of it. I suck at the cut and taste the saltiness of your blood. Your skin tastes so sweet against it. I kiss up your sides and around to your stomach. I lick from your belly button to the middle of your chest between your breasts. I suck and nibble on each nipple, making them even harder. Youâve stopped crying and look confused. I bring my body on top of you and bring my face close to yours. I take the scarf from your mouth and kiss you with more passion than lust this time, but just barely.
I feel you inhale sharply as I pull away, your nipples pushing against me. I stare into your eyes as I move down your body. Youâre scared and confused. Your body is betraying you as I feel the heat from your pussy. I bring my mouth down and blow on your wet clit. I put my mouth on your pussy and finally taste you. I lick up all your juices, flicking my tongue over your clit. You lift your hips for more.
I bring my fingers to caress the inside of your thighs and rest my hand on your hot pussy. My hands are cold and make you jump. I slide my finger down your slit and into your pussy hole. You gasp at the sudden feeling. I pull in and out watching your face. Your chest is heaving and youâre trying not to like it. But you canât help yourself.
I suddenly move up and bite the skin just below your ribs leaving a purplish bruise in a perfect circle. You scream in pain and in your distraction I unlock your ankles. Your legs fall open even more and I dive into your pussy with my fingers. I suck and lick on your clit until you start moaning. Your legs wrap around my head and you pull me in. I chuckle in my throat and the vibration sends electricity through your body. You start to cum in my face and I lustily lick it up.
I start thrusting deep in your pussy with two fingers. But youâre so wet that my knuckles start slipping in. I push out from your legs and lean across your body. I reach up and unlock your wrists. You sit up and wrap you arms around my body and dig your nails into my back. I bite into your neck and thrust three fingers into your pussy. Faster and faster I go until I give one final thrust and put my fingers deep into your pussy. I move them around touching every wall. You jump every time I touch the right side. I find your spot and squeeze it with two fingers while the other one is moving furiously.
You scream as orgasm after orgasm wracks your beautiful body. Youâre shaking in my arms and draw blood from my back as your hands spasm in ecstasy. I can feel every wave course through your body. Youâre bucking up and down, screaming as you continue to climax. My teeth have sunk into your skin and I can taste your blood on my tongue and in the back of my throat as I swallow.
You tense up one more time and fall against me, limp. I take my hand out of your dripping pussy. I pull my teeth out of your shoulder. I feel the blood dripping down my back and see it dripping down your chest from your shoulder. I hold you where youâre at and look up and down your body. Your skin is covered in a sheen of sweat. I lay you back and gently place your head on the pillow. I Wipe your body down with a wet cloth and handcuff your hand back to the bed.
Like I told you before, I caught you.
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