Fetish + BDSM Fiction

By Eckie He approached me on the personals site. We chatted a while and I was intrigued by his pictures, a prison, or dungeon cell of sorts. Heavy chained boys in it displayed. He told me he ran this facility far from everything, an old actual prison, people coming around to spend time in prison like displayed in the pictures. It was not necessarily making him rich but paid the bills and was fun for him to do. I definitely fancied those heavy chains, the inevitable situation of not being able to leave or get out as one wants or when one wants, but I told him I was not in a position to pay for such a holiday. Having lost my job, I barely made it through the month, had to give up my house and lived in a small cheap room with very little options to afford much at all. We did chat a while more, at least in my fantasy and by chat I could have some of that fun he showed on his profile (or the many other profiles I looked through). One day then suddenly he came with an offer. If I wanted, sin...

From: depravpig Subject: Pigs' New Year's Eve Ahmed: TOP saiid: Ahmed's sub nothing and gimp (it): Ahmed's pigs On New Year's Eve morning, both pigs were sent to the barber for a full body shave, cropped hair with mohawk. When back in the garage the pigs were soaked in stale piss and sealed in the thick rubber suits, heavy weights on the pigs' ball, destroyed rangers and track suits for the journey to Lyon. The pigs had to stand by the toilets. Once at the club, two of the barmen put a basic rubber hood over the pigs' head and put them to work with five other hooded pigs stocking the bar, moving tables and seats, moving the standing cage, etc... Then they got the pigs ready. The pigs were told to strip from their clothes, all in rubber one piece. They replaced the basic hood with thick open face hoods and industrial gloves. it saw that the other pigs were similarly shaved and from the stink similarly piss soaked, ranging from early twenties to fifties SIR. T...

by: Inbetween (this story is, obviously, a (extreme) fantasy) The first thing I notice as I come down the stairs, is the smell: a heady mixture of poppers, smoke, stale piss, and somewhere, faint but definitely present, shit. The second thing I notice is - holy fuck - this is a real dungeon. Like the ones you usually only read about in porn stories. Brick walls, a vaulted ceiling, thick metal rings everywhere, and a bunch of shelves, neatly organised, filled with all kinds of dildos, whips, canes and other instruments of torture.

He’s grinning at me while I’m taking it all in, and hands me a black plastic bag.  “Strip, and put everything in here.” It sounds like a suggestion, but something about him makes me do it without hesitation. While here, he is in absolute command. By the time I’m finished, he’s retrieved some stuff from the back.
 “Kneel. Legs open”.
He puts the bowl between my knees, and this time, the smell is neither faint, nor easy to mistake: dogshit. A big pile of tu...

by RougeAgent Master Dom Chapter  1 I was taught to be a dom by a true master. When he walked in the room, the atmosphere changed. He had this amazing ability to look at a sub and know how to break him and make him submit. Master had a network of doms who broke and trained subs to meet the clients' wishes. It was quite a successful business, and master rubbed elbows with some of the wealthiest people in the world. I'm not sure how many of us there are, but I'm guessing more than a dozen. I learned so much from him, but apparently not enough. I've trained pain pigs, piss pigs, fems, sissies, you name it. But with Ryan, all I had to do was train him to be an oral sub: one of the easiest assignments. I was starting to worry because the client wanted him ready in 7 days and I couldn't stop his gag reflex. Then it hit me, why bang my head against the wall when I can consult with Master. I called him, and after a moment of pause...