Fetish + BDSM Fiction

By Eckie What are those things out there, they move, yet there is no sound, and why do they regularly disappear, why is no other like me around here… i was wondering a lot, but then suddenly again drifting away into some nothingness, feeling it was the time again to feed. Well… lets clear up what was the path to here a little bit… My boyfriend and I lived for over ten years together already, but to be honest, the last 3 weren’t that good anymore, we practically mainly ‘shared’ house and cost, but kind of drifted apart in almost everything. We basically, without actual agreement, had switched into a so called ‘open’ relationship for a long time because of that, he had his partners, I found mine to have fun with, but we never really discussed any of those adventures with each other. I did not mind the latter one, I had evolved a much more ‘special’ taste for quite a lot of kink, something we never even talked or thought about while we still were happy, something I doubt he would go for o...

by BILLYCHAINED I’d been going to “hang out” with Darren twice or three times a month for the past few years. We started off chatting about mutual interests on various bondage forums before we realized that we, in fact, lived in the same city and only a few miles away from each other. And our interests aligned perfectly: he wanted someone to torture, and I wanted someone who would hurt me. Our first meeting, a casual encounter at a bar equidistant to us both, involved a lot of “talking around” our subject of discussion. We used phrases like “our mutual interest” and “for my part of the encounter,” since what we were discussing was him putting me in heavy chains, sensory deprivation, chastity, and then flogging or spanking me until I screamed before his dick went somewhere inside of me he considered useful or pleasurable. I probably should not have followed him back to his apartment that first time. But his entire demeanor was – well, it’s a cliche, but it was dominant. He met me on the...