BDSM – How much can you handle?

My wonderful friend, BLMorticia, and I are embarking on Wicked Women Wednesdays where we’re going to each give you a very hot and spicy late at night. I had the pleasure of providing the first yummy with a little excerpt from one of my very naughty upcoming releases. BL will take over next week. Visit her blog on a regular basis as she’ll bring you many wonderful writers as well!!

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WHEN YOU THINK OF BDSM –

DON’T YOU THINK IT’S SEXY AS HELL?

Maybe the question should be, what do those four little letters mean to you? Let’s first ask that very question and then delve into the true meaning. Does the concept of being dominated fill you with fear? Does the concept of wielding an instrument of discipline make your mouth water? What do you believe that S & M entails. Let’s first take a look at the definition as given in Wikipedia:

“BDSM is a type of adult roleplay between two or more individuals. The compound acronym, BDSM, is derived from the terms bondage and discipline (B&D), dominance and submission (D&S), and sadism and masochism (S&M). BDSM includes a wide spectrum of activities, forms of interpersonal relationships, and distinct subcultures

Well that doesn’t sound particularly sexy to me! Being an erotic writer, I add many a saucy scene and many of my stories involve BDSM- probably most bordering on a realistic but slightly playful bent, but nevertheless, I do my homework. What BLMorticia and I are going to try and do with our very wicked little Wednesday’s are to bring you both specially selected excerpts and on the fly sensual and kinky stories. One of the aspects I want everyone to understand as we bring you our thoughts and our erotic stories is that true BDSM is about complete trust in a relationship. Some of you may think of the classically phrased S & M is nothing more than a little spanking, perhaps nipple clamps, but I assure you that men and women that live the lifestyle or delve into serious playtime consider those tidbits merely a morsel, nothing more.

True BDSM involves everything from serious playing with playrooms developed and finished off with everything from spanking machines to medical tables and lifestyles that include highly kinky clubs where all things are on the menu to societies where the sub in the relationship has every aspect of his or her life controlled by their master. This is not for anyone who doesn’t explore this lifestyle thoroughly. While my gal pal, BLMorticia and I are going to bring you a taste of different aspects, we in no means are experts. We hope we bring you pleasure – with the written word.

Domination and submission is generally a part of BDSM – in that one or two in the relationship take the stronger position while the other is the subordinate. From my experience, you know which person that you are innately. You realize that while you thoroughly control your corporate everyday world, you crave to be completely dominated in the bedroom or vice versa. Playtime or the lifestyle involves hetero and homosexual couples and a wonderful mixture in between. There are few rules but most include obeying and many in the lifestyle enter into contracts. What I can tell you is that my experience in talking with so many that enjoy – the relationship is stronger than many marriages.

My first piece today is a touch dark as there are lifestyles where the relationship borders or savagery. My piece, Unleashing Her Carnal Desires is about a relationship where our hero has a master that shattered the borders and how the man was able to make something out of his life – until one little lady who craved the lifestyle brought back the horrible memories. As BL and I are switching up weeks, in two I will bring you a freshly penned piece that delves into living the life of a dominated woman.

UNLEASHING HER CARNAL DESIRES

I will warn you – this is more than just thought provoking and it is “x” rated.

Galen lowered his face to hers and captured her mouth as he drew her body into his. Pressing the length of his hardness into her belly, he wanted her to feel safe in his arms, to begin to trust the man that had once been only her friend and was now her lover. Every part of him wanted this beautiful and uninhibited experience to happen and perhaps eventually there would be something so much more between them. The thought startled him, but she felt to completely right in his arms, as if she was meant to be there.

Ariana melted into the passionate kiss, allowing his hands to freely roam her body. She slid her arms around his neck and drew him into her as a whimper escaped her mouth.

He slid his hands down to cup her ass, holding and caressing her through the soft silk. Galen pressed the hardness of his erection into her, slowly grinding his throbbing muscle back and forth. The friction untied her sash and the second the heat of her skin touched his, the lust roared from deep within, snagging the beast that lived deep in ugly chains. God, he wanted her again, to taste and teach. As his tongue explored her hot wet mouth, he growled, the low frequency the sound of a hunter having caged his prey.

Ariana became lost in the moment of rapture, whimpering as her hands ran up and down the length of his back, her actions rough. Needy. Her tongue danced inside his hot wet mouth, exploring, teasing.

The famished feeling of torture flooded his body and he could take no more. Finally breaking the passionate kiss, he stared into her eyes, his full of a raging desire. “Ariana, will you trust me enough to teach you and help you feel nothing but ecstasy? Can you give me your body and soul and your complete trust so that I may show you the pleasure of this life? Perhaps this could be a wonderful new beginning for you or for us could be something that you want? Satisfying your hungers. Your needs?”

“Trust? I…am not sure how to trust Galen. I…” She glanced into his eyes as the flush of fear and heat rose from the swell of her breasts, creeping up her shimmering cheeks.

Galen knew the man that she had fallen in love with had hurt her in many ways and especially from breaking the sacred bond Nick had sworn to her the day they married. Sadly, he had known too many things about Nick and had never told her. For that, he felt guilty. He sighed as the scent of her hunger rose. The delicious fragrance was almost a keening beckoning yet she was terrified to admit her most secret desires. Saying a silent prayer, he eased back from her and took her hands, kneading her palms gently as he thought about what to say. “Ariana, you want this. You want me as I want you, in my bed and in my life. I can only promise never to hurt you, except in the ways of rapture. Give me a nod that you trust me and I will begin to teach you many things and give you what your body and soul craves. At any time we can stop. Can you do that?”

“I don’t know…I…”

“You can’t trust me or won’t?”

“It’s not that…it’s…”

Galen leaned forward and pressed a single kiss across her lips. “Then if you say no, I will understand and we will never speak of this again. Okay?”

A slight smile curled across her lip. Ariana nodded.

Several long seconds ticked by.

“Let’s go back upstairs. Perhaps we could go and take a walk. While it is a bit chilly, the crisp air will help clear out the cobwebs,” Galen said quietly as he held out his hand.

Ariana hesitated and dropped her gaze. Nibbling on her body lip, she swayed back and forth.

“Come on, kitten.”

“No! No, I want…I want to try.”

“You sure?” Galen took a step back, giving her all the space she needed.

Her eyes darted back and forth his as she swallowed hard. Shivering, she looked down and slowly…very slowly raised her head to look into his eyes. Ariana tilted her head back and stood straight, her voice ringing with confidence. “Yes. I am sure.”

Galen smiled, eased forward and grasped her hands as he kissed her lips. Softly. Gently. He was now simply just her lover, but her master that would care for her in ways that only she could begin to imagine. He was also her teacher and a confidant and he swore to himself that he would never break the utter trust she had placed into his hands. “Ariana, you now belong to me, body and soul. In time, you will understand your role completely and relish in the security and love that I can give you. You will become dependent on me for your pleasure and rely on me for your discipline. I will teach you many things. Tonight will just be a taste. We will go very slowly until you are comfortable and certain with what you are experiencing and how you feel with me. The trust that I mentioned means that at any time you want to stop what we are doing…our playtime, you may. You need to think about a safe word and while I hope that you will not feel the need to ever say it, if you ever do, I will stop what I am doing immediately. Do you understand?” Galen realized he had to move forward very slowly, every move calculated and methodical and all the while remaining caring. What he had read and experienced by a single teacher many years ago meant his role was to listen to words said and those not said and respond to her body’s call for more or less. Every aspect of the beginning was imperative that he never cross the forbidden line.

Galen’s mind flashed suddenly to a the nearly brutal breaking of his body and spirit at the hands of a man when he had barely been out of his teenage years. Living with the wealthy man who was nearly thirty years his senior had taught him many things and most importantly that while he relished the lifestyle and would forever crave to enjoy a partner in life and love that savored the dark flavors, he could never be a submissive again.

How many nights had he lain awake, chained to the King size bed while his master slept beside him, oblivious to his anguish. Galen had prayed he would not awaken, but each night he did only to take out his whip of choice, striking Galen over and over again and then fucking him hard like the animal he felt he had become. He shivered and bit back the ugly memory determined that this beauty would never feel that level of terror. “Kitten?”

“Yes.”

“You’re sure?”

A tiny smile curling across her lips, Ariana lowered her head and nodded.

“All right. We shall begin. Look at me.”

Lifting her head, the fear remained but the burning desire also glimmered in her eyes.

“Good girl.” Galen moved to stand directly in front of her and very slowly untied the drooping satin sash, keeping his eyes burning into hers. Pushing the silky material to the floor, he stared down at her glistening body and sighed. “You are so very beautiful my lover. What you crave I can give to you. Give me your hand.”

Her actions were timid, yet the look on her face now bordered defiance, banishing the remainder of inhibitions. Ariana slid her shaking hand into his and the gray steel of her haunted eyes told him she was able to calm her nerves and more than willing to try something she had been craving.

Galen nodded as his look became possessive, his actions gentle yet controlling as he gripped her hand and forced her around to the side of cabinets holding his implements of discipline. Opening one thick mahogany door slowly, he heard the slight wisp of air as it left her mouth. Galen was well aware of the fact that she had read books on the art of S & M, which was evident in her raw and powerful writings. One of her greatest fantasies was to be bound to the “X” cross and disciplined at the hand of her master, taken to a height of pleasure that only he could provide so that she could succumb was ingrained into her memory. He had studied his art and while not practiced in every way, he was quite skilled from the long days of punishment at the hands of his previous master.

Opening her mouth, she darted a quick look down the length of his body and then closed her mouth.

“What is it, kitten?” Galen whispered, leaning forward to press the lock of hair from her mouth.

Shaking her head, she pursed her lips.

“You may speak.” Purposely he toyed with a long whip, pushing the thick leather strands of the cattails between his fingers.

Ariana watched every move intently. “You will use them all…on me?”

Galen resisted chuckling. For all her bravado, she truly did not know what to expect. “In time.” Selecting a shorter whip, he eased it out and laid it gingerly down onto the table. “And you will learn to enjoy the rapture of some and fear the strangled hold of the others.” Toying with the whip, he would give her greatest desire to her that night, satisfying several of her most intimate fantasies. What he would give to her was the awakening of her very soul. He held the whip casually, finally raising it into the air.

Crack!

As the leather slapped across the humid air, Ariana jumped. “Oh!”

Galen gently brushed the tips of the leather down from her neck to the swell of her breasts, showing her the dichotomy of the instrument, pain and pleasure combined into one. “Come and allow me to introduce you to my toys.” Waiting patiently, Galen gripped her hand tightly as he led her across the room first to the spanking bench, studying her expressions carefully. He lowered the vibrato in his voice to soothe and yet tempt her. Husky, the low timbre reverberated across the room. “Tell me what you see.”

She fought a whimper as she stared down at the wooden apparatus. “Galen…I….” She clung onto his arm as she stared wide-eyed.

“This my love is for wicked little girls that truly deserve a hard spanking.” He purred into her ear as he ran feathered fingers down her shoulders, easing the tension. Reminding her that she was safe with him, he touched her face. The soft touch meant by a lover and a friend seemed to soothe her and she fell against his chest. Caressing her shoulders while she stared down at the wicked apparatus, not blinking, he imaged what he could do to her. “You will get to know each of these intimately during our time together.”

Ariana said nothing, but stole a quick glance into his face. Leaning forward, she pushed her hand forward and then jerked it back quickly.

“You may ask questions.”

“I…do you…do you tie Diego and Chaz?”

As he lowered his head and brushed his lips across her wet tresses, he breathed deeply. “Sometimes. They do not enjoy as I hope that you will, as I know that you crave.” Leading her toward the long table, Galen pointed down toward the shining silver cuffs. The gleaming steel and wide leather bands bolted onto the four corners clearly told her exactly what the table was for. He waited as the patient friend, the understanding teacher until her breathing settled.

Ariana stared at the leather cuffs and shivered as her body sunk into his. Her scattered move was not quite acquiescence but acknowledgement of what she was seeing. “Oh…my…”

Slowly Galen turned her around to face him, tilting her head so that there was no mistaking what he was saying. “And on the day the I tie you my little slave to this table, I will show you what pleasures toys can truly give to you, a level of rapture that you have never experienced before.” Gliding his fingers across her waist and up to her breasts, he noticed how hard her succulent nipples were. Lowering his head to the side of her neck and using both hands, Galen pinched both pebbled buds much harder than he had before. Ariana whimpered, the sounds ragged, suggesting a blinding pain. He continued the aggressive move as her body trembled against his. All the while he feathered her neck with soft kisses and gentle nips, taking the soft flesh just beneath her chin into his mouth.

Ariana shivered as her mouth opened and closed and her famished gaze fell to the waist and down further to stare at his hardened cock, emitting no sounds.

Galen slid one hand down her stomach to the slip of her soft fur and down to her drenched pussy. “You are soaking wet, little one.” He pinched her nipple again between his thumb and forefinger, pinching until she yelped.

As Ariana gripped his legs, she clawed his jeans. “Mmmm…aaaahhhhh.” The moan ragged, she panted as she opened and closed her eyes.

“Feel good baby?”

“Mmmm…..”

Galen released the pressure and walked her back toward his little chest of treasures. “I have many toys my little slave that I will use on you.” He picked up a second long whip and held it out for her to see. He sensed the fear that lingered hovering like a soft blanket ready for release. There was no doubt just how turned on she was. Her skin glistened from the intensity of her hunger as her blood raced in her body, forcing a quick pulse skating along the skin of her neck. Her soft breaths became nothing more than scattered whimpers as her eyes darted back and forth. “You do understand you are a very naughty little girl. Any one of these instruments I could use to tan your backside, teaching you a lesson in strict discipline.”

Ariana backed away slightly as she stared with intense eyes at the long strap. “Yes.”

“Tsk, tsk,” Galen growled as he jerked her body back toward him.

Yelping, she lowered her head.

“You will learn to obey,” he breathed and pulled her tightly into his body. With very deliberate movements, he picked up the first leather flogger and grazed the cattails down the front of her body, ending at her pussy. Kicking her legs open wide, he pressed the soft strands into her wet heat. “And this my dear we will use tonight.”

Ariana gasped as he slid the supple leather down first one thigh and back up the next swishing the strands across her cunt. “I…I…don’t…”

It was time to move the moment of play into the understanding that this was not a game. While he had no intentions of introducing her to all of the needs, all of the toys, he wanted to make sure she understood the consequences if she did not obey. “Shhh…my little slave. You speak only when I allow you to or ask you a question. Do you understand me?”

She hesitated and then nodded.

“Yes what?” He cracked the whip one time, forcing the strands down across the cold steel of the table. The sound bounced across the walls, hiding her whimper.

“Yes, sir.”

“Very good, kitten. If you disobey you will be punished. Do you understand?” Galen grew fascinated by her mix of reactions. Fear and blatant desire flushed across her skin as she shivered, her body swaying back and forth across his groin. Barely able to control his raging desires, a sudden memory sparked his attention, catching his breath.

 

Bend over, boy. His laughter turning dark, he swirled his drink, taking a large gulp before slamming the dense crystal down onto the side table.

Galen stood trembling, every part of his body in total anguish from being in the confines of the cage. His master had taken to keeping him locked up in the dismal confines of the basement when he was visiting agencies. The tiny cell kept him crouched on his haunches or lying on his side. He opened his mouth to speak.

The slap across his face came hard and fast as the master chuckled. I can see we are going to have to revisit our training. Now bend over or the punishment will be worse.

Galen obeyed, eyeing the thin whip held in his master’s hand. Shivering, he lowered his body across the table and closed his eyes. The snap of the locks on his wrists forced a whimper. Crack! The single strike of the whip across his backside reminded him of his place.

I told you not to even whisper, boy. He kicked Galen’s legs out harshly and rubbed each cheek, kneading the muscular flesh brutally. Yes, you are one hot black stud. I have to say. You taste divine. You’ve turned into quite a stud with those huge balls of yours and that thick delicious cock.

Galen heard the raucous laughter float across his back seconds before fingers were plunged into his ass. He grunted as softly as he could as the pain tore through his system, sending white-hot shards of heat dancing into his body.

Yes, you are so damn tight still, boy, even after two months of being my fuck toy. Well, perhaps we shall begin some additional toy training. The master thrust a third and then fourth finger inside, flexing them open and closed.

Galen grunted openly now as the man drove into his ass, forcing his fingers past his tight ring of muscles. Being shackled, he could only take what his master gave him and for long moments the sheer torture of the brazen act rattled him.

Yes, boy. There you go. I love the way you grip my fingers. Makes my dick hard as a rock. He chuckled and continued the manic action. I can tell you love this.

Galen longed to scream that he hated the damning wretched moment, but in truth, the feeling of sheer anguish gave away to a wondrous feeling of ecstasy that racked his body, sending a shimmer of vibrant colors dancing across his vision. Unable to breathe, he panted as his master hit his prostrate over and over again.

That’s it. I know it feels so damn good. Now you are ready for your punishment.

As Galen whimpered from the intensity of his emotions and the raging sensations, the sharp click of the steel locks that kept his ankles shackled awaiting his beating send a series of shivers trickling down his spine.

That’s it. You will take all I give you my nigger slave.

It was at that blinding moment that Galen knew one of them would end up dead.

Kisses   xxx

Cassandre

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Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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1 Response to BDSM – How much can you handle?

  1. Blak Rayne says:

    Thank you Sharita & IRM for this award!
    Post the award and the rules on your blog.
    List 3 things you would change if you were overlord.
    List 10 blogs you think are worthy of world domination.
    Leave them a message in their comment sections with a link saying you chose them:

    IF I WAS OVERLORD!

    My three things I would change?

    1. I’d make an attempt to eradicate world hunger.
    2. Find a way to salvage and renew our fragile environment.
    3. Eliminate all the evil powers that be.

    The 10 sites I give this to

    1. Michael Mandrake
    2. Robin Badillo
    3. Avril Ashton
    4. Amy Romine
    5. Nix Winter
    6. Dena Celeste
    7. Cassandre Dayne
    8. Kristal McKerrington
    9. Jennifer Labelle
    10. Staci Brush

    Happy Yaoi Hunting!
    Blak Rayne ^_^!!
    http://blakraynebooks.blogspot.com/

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