Take Your Innocence (BDSM Erotica)

She was wearing nothing but a collar and a leash, having been directed to the room by a female she’d met there a few times. The BDSM club had many who worked specifically with prepping the subs for the Masters and Mistresses. There was a sort of anticipation as she waited for her, an anticipation that seemed to thrum through her. She sat on her knees, her bottom rested on her heels. Her hands were palm down flat on her thighs, back straight, chin up, but eyes lowered. She knew better than to meet her Mistress’s gaze unless she was told to. There was a patience in her as she waited for her. As a sub there was no impatience, she would wait forever for her Mistress. Finally there was a sharp click clack of her heels outside the door. The door opened to a mixture of her scent and floral perfume. It wafted through the room in that way it did when it was put on right. Put too much on and it just drowned people, put it on right and it would seem to almost follow you. To almost linger where you had been.

Her Mistress stopped before her. How did she know without looking up to see her? The toes of those lovely thigh high leather boots were facing her. She knew Mistress was watching her. Knew it surely before that soft raspy voice came to her. “You’ve been waiting patiently my dear?” It was poised as a question. “Yes, Mistress.” A smile graced her face, one the girl could hear on her silky voice. “Good, very good. You will be rewarded my dear.” She said moving forward. She stopped just before her girl. She was lovely with her long raven hair and light eyes. A lovely girl. A slender hand was placed just under her chin causing the girl’s light eyes to meet her dark ones. “Come my dear.” She said taking hold of the leash and leading her. A soft ‘Yes, Mistress’ came out past full lips as she moved forward on hands and knees. The room they had today had a large pillar in the middle of the room with a wooden platform before it. The platform was only about knee height, enough to keep the girl slightly off balance. It was going to be perfect for what they would be doing.

She was stopped just before the platform. She sat as she had before waiting for what Mistress would do next. A black silk blindfold was placed over her eyes. She didn’t protest what Mistress had done. She would do anything happily but for a few limitations they’d already talked about. Mistress helped her to the platform instructing her to sit on the edge and helping her get situated then she was leaned back. She waited. First a rope was placed around her neck, again she trusted her Mistress, trusted that she would keep her safe. There was no fear but for anticipation. Or maybe that was part of it, that adrenaline, not knowing what was to come. The sweet feeling of the rope around her neck almost cause her to purr. But she waited letting her Mistress mold her body to what she needed it to be. More ropes were added, first to tie off her wrists, than worked up her arms to tie her breasts. Her ankles were spread and tied off as well.

Mistress knew that asphyxiation and rope bondage was her girl’s favorite things. There were others she liked but she liked those as well. Though the quickest way to her subspace, rope bondage and whips and floggers. She loved them. Mistress was gone for only a bit, the girl’s senses being heightened having lost one sensory she was able to focus hard on her scent and the sound of her heels on the hard floor. She was and something was draped over her stomach. It was run back and forth over her soft skin. The feel of it was soft almost silky. She tried to think of what it could be as Mistress ran it over each of her breasts. Her breathing was coming quicker. The anticipation mixing with adrenaline, she’d slid down on the platform causing the rope to dig into her neck just so. That spiked more, the pain of it cause pleasure to be added to the mix.

Mistress brought whipped the flogger through the air and brought it down in a smooth flick of her wrist. The sound it cause from her girl was one that she couldn’t help but smile at. “Do you like this My Dear?” She asked bringing it down again being sure to alternate where she hit and sometimes even hitting one spot twice. The girl’s voice came breathless. “Yes, Mistress.” More blows came and not just to her stomache, to her thighs and her breasts as well. The flogger whip was alternated for a paddle. Each breast was hit with smooth sharp strokes. The pain of each strike caused her back to arch and the rope to dig into her neck with each arch of her back. She trusted her Mistress, knew that under her care nothing would happen to her. She was entering that state where none of that mattered. She would willingly do anything her Mistress asked. Subspace was something she enjoyed feeling. There was this almost euphoric feeling to it. While there was pain of each strike it felt almost heightened with the blindfold. It was something she had never felt before.

The next strike that came down felt different, riding crops had a certain feel to them. Almost like a real whip and yet, different. There was an almost after effect that it landed you with, a sting that didn’t quite give up. Each breast was hit the same amount of times alternating between the two. That euphoric feeling was building and building. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. Between the cut of the ropes are her neck and the lashes from the riding crop she found it. Just as she was about to explode there was a combination of the riding crop and her Mistress’s finger finding her waiting center. Moments before she came the paddle was back this time quick strikes to her pussy. A finger for a little bit and then the paddle. The paddle continued as Mistress purred. “That’s right my dear, go ahead.” She had her permission. She didn’t need the physical touch of her Mistress’s finger. All she really needed was the sharp pain of the flogger and the cutting of the rope. But she had been a good girl. She saw stars as her orgasm exploded her and almost immediately after the rope was released from her neck to prevent her to pass out. A languid smile crossed her lips as her Mistress unbound her, helped her to stand and directed her to the pillows in the corner. She lay on her Mistress’s stomach while her Mistress ran her fingers through the girls hair. “Thank you Mistress.” Her Mistress smiled. “No, thank you My Dear sweet girl.”

For Your Entertainment (BDSM Erotica)

((Something different since I don't have much to write about as far as everyday stuff.))


“I’m going to hurt you real good baby.” He said with that dark wicked grin. That voice was just as dark as that grin promised and smooth as silk. There was a deep huskiness about it, a voice that could cause shivers to the spine. She dreamed about that voice, fantasized about that voice. But oh, not just the voice, that body was fantastical as well. There was something dark about Loki, something off, almost not right. But for all that there was magnetism about Loki, one that called a sub to him like a moth to a flame, and oh what a treat it was to be his sub if even just for a day. That commanding presence spoke to you, caressed you in such a way that submitting was pure pleasure. She didn’t know what it was about Loki that caused that but she didn’t want to say no to him, ever. Maybe he knew that, maybe that lovely reddish brown gaze could see right through her to her thoughts inside.

She bended to his will so easily, though there was a fight to her that he enjoyed. He always meant what he said but this time, oh this time was different. He meant what he said and more. He knew that she would see behind that look in his eyes, that look that said there was so much more that he wanted to give her. He knew what she liked, what brought her to that lovely subspace the quickest, rope bondage and being whipped or spanked. Tonight he planned for the whip. Loki had a talent for whips. He knew how to use them expertly. He could make you red without welts or give you welts, all without breaking the skin, only if called for would he ever break the skin. Tonight they had agreed to welts, she wanted the pain and he would give it to her. Make her beg, make her scream. From his back pocket he pulled the collar placing it around her neck. For tonight, while she was here, she was his. He held the leash in one hand and gripped all that lovely raven hair pulling her down to her knees.

She practically purred as his large hand fisted her hair. That wicked grin grew. He enjoyed how much she liked this. Just in that she was pleasing her Master, but then she always pleased her Master. Very rarely did he ever have to punish her. “I’m going to work you until you’re totally blown.” He said his voice a touch lower with arousal. That’s what she had come here for, what she had wanted. He led her to his dungeon, opened the door as she crawled in and sat on her knees, back straight, hands flat on her knees. He closed the door and moved towards her coming around to lift her chin. “Tonight I’m here for your entertainment.” He said in that deep silky voice. Her entertainment, he’d never said that before. Usually it was about pleasing him. He must have seen the look of surprise. “You have been good, you’ve earned this. Tonight, I please you.” That dark wicked grin was back. “And don’t think I won’t enjoy it kitten. Tonight will be a double edged sword of pleasure.” He leaned down so his face was close to hers. “I’ll see to it.”

She shivered. That voice, such pure silk and when he whispered; pure pleasure. It was like it darkened just a touch in the action. She could barely breathe in the pleasure of just that. He fisted her hair forcing her to stand. The pain form that action was felt straight through her scalp to her feet. The pleasure was felt immediately, she always loved pain. By both the leash and her hair she was directed to the far wall. Wrist shackles hung from the ceiling, she was placed into them. An ankle restraint bar was placed on her ankles, keeping her spread for him. Soon his hands weren’t on her. She had known only by his footsteps that he had walked away. They were heavy supporting that large frame. He was back soon. Her cheek was caressed with the handle of the black leather bullwhip. A dark black that was almost liquid, and like a true bullwhip, looked almost reptilian. “You’ll be screaming my name soon won’t you kitten.” She could almost hear the dark smile in his voice. “Yes Master.” A growling purr answered her before his voice was filling the room again. “Good girl”

He backed up and with an artful flick of his wrist snapped the whip against her ass. The sharp pain caused a highpitched ‘oh’ sound from her. It was almost akin to a moan and again he smiled. Another flick of the wrist and her other cheek was lashed. Her back arched and that sound came out again. He knew that she was was close. A few more lashes and her back and ass looked lovely. But he wasn’t done, he was just done with this. He removed her and directed her under the hanging chain with a hook at the end. He tied her up so her knees would be tucked slightly and hands behind her back. The ropes went around her neck and her breast as well. He suspended her with the loop in the middle that was connected to her back. He took up the whip again and snapped it at one of her breasts. Her head went back instantly and he knew now he had done it. Now he had her.

She was lost in the moment. The pain was sweet. She couldn’t think, couldn’t tell you if they were still in the dungeon or not. The ropes cut into her beautifully. The lashes of the whip were sharp and exploded her with pleasure with each lash. Her moans were turning to screams, she was a screamer during sex and though this wasn’t sex, for her it was close. To her there was nothing like this. Nothing physical could compare. There was something about this that was more intimate than even sex. Something that called to her and sang sweetly to her. Loki could see this and he responded to it in like. Each lash he gave her held a certain pleasure in it that only he could cause. She didn’t know how he did it but it was one of the most beautiful feelings in the world. A lash to her ass. “Tell me kitten, do you enjoy this.” She purred. “Yes Master.” He grinned. “Good girl. Tell me who you belong to?” Another purr. “Master Loki.” A deep rumbling sound almost like a growl. “Say that again.” She complied. “Master Loki.”

The whip stopped and those large footsteps disappeared only a moment to return. He kept her suspended but moved her into position. She knew instantly what was going to happen next. The flogger whip landed on her ass a moment before his engorged length found her sweet waiting opening. It usually wasn’t about sex for her and Master Loki, but tonight, he told her he would give her entertainment. He would do something just for her. As he pounded into her with hard penetrating thrusts he would snap the flogger on her, the leather snapping her skin almost lovingly. He filled her up completely stretching her pussy. The pleasure of him, the ropes, and the flogger was so much that she almost lost it but he hadn’t given her permission, hadn’t said the word. Then there it was in a whispered breath against her ear. “You’ve pleased Master, has Master pleased you?” She purred crying out. “Yes Master Loki.” One hard last thrust and he said the word. “Come for me.” She lost it seeing stars before her eyes. Crying out his name to the stars. When it was over he pulled out smacked her as and turned her so she could see his grin. “I told you tonight was for your entertainment.” Her skin was flushed beautifully. “Yes Master, you told me.”