BDSM Sex Stories Truly Tied In My Dungeon

In any of my BDSM sex stories you’ll find that every one of my slaves know their place. I’ve been a mistress for many, many years and have yet to be unable to bend a man to my will. There are many subs that visit my dungeon. Most of them are long term slaves. I prefer keeping pets around because, after they have been trained to my liking. Don’t get me wrong, I love the challenge of training someone new but I also like having some long term dom/sub relationships as well.

No matter what their life is like outside of my home, as soon as my slaves pass my threshold they know their place is at my feet.

The doorbell chimed. I slowly opened the front door to see Michael kneeling with his head bowed. As I looked down at him he knew better than to make eye contact. Instead, he got down even further to kiss the toe of my stiletto. Once his proper greeting was over I gave him permission to enter. He walked straight to his room, opened his special drawer and pulled out things that were specific to only our play time. Not all BDSM sex stories are the same.

Each one of my slaves have their own drawer.

This slave makes an excellent entry into my BDSM sex stories. When one of my slaves arrive, they are to get their things and properly prepare for our session. Michael quickly stripped out of his business suit that he had worn to work and replaced it with wrist and ankle cuffs. He got down on his knees again and with both hands palm up he waited for me to take his leather flogger. I only took it from him when I was satisfied with his actions. He had a routine that he had to follow to the T. If anything was off he would be punished. Michael did very well. I took the flogger from his hands and gently ran it down his bare back down to his ass. Letting the light leather strips gently tease his ass cheeks drove him mad.

He was never sure if I was going to give him a little swat or not.

I told my slave to get into position. He walked over to the padded horse, straddled the hump in the middle and lay face down. After securing his restraints to his wrists and ankles I teased his ass crack with the tips of the flogger. Slowly moving it down until the ends tickled his exposed balls. Then all touch was halted. When he let out a whimper I quickly snapped the flogger against his white ass. We relived his day at work. For every decision he had to make at work he got a swat. This was where he was NOT in control. His cock was oozing precum by the time he had been properly punished. The ultimate decision had to be made, should I let him cum? His BDSM sex stories never end the same. How should I let yours end?

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