Madonna Erotica - A Thank You

OK, it may simply have been a gimmick but BDSM owes a lot to Madonna. Her lyrics and videos ooze so much sex that they actually make sleaze look good. In fact, better than good, fantastic.

Who can listen to Erotica and not feel their heart quicken as Madge sings “I'll give you love, I'll teach you how to...” ?

 

 

Erotica

Erotica, romance [repeat]
My name is Dita
I'll be your mistress tonight
I'd like to put you in a trance

If I take you from behind
Push myself into your mind
When you least expect it
Will you try and reject it
If I'm in charge and I treat you like a child
Will you let yourself go wild
Let my mouth go where it wants to

Give it up, do as I say
Give it up and let me have my way
I'll give you love, I'll hit you like a truck
I'll give you love, I'll teach you how to ...

I'd like to put you in a trance, all over
Erotic, erotic, put your hands all over my body [repeat twice]
Erotic, erotic

Once you put your hand in the flame
You can never be the same
There's a certain satisfaction
In a little bit of pain
I can see you understand
I can tell that you're the same
If you're afraid, well rise above
I only hurt the ones I love

Give it up, do as I say
Give it up and let me have my way
I'll give you love, I'll hit you like a truck
I'll give you love, I'll teach you how to ...

I'd like to put you in a trance, all over
Erotic, erotic, put your hands all over my body [repeat twice]
Erotic, erotic

Erotica, romance
I'd like to put you in a trance
Erotica, romance
Put your hands all over my body

I don't think you know what pain is
I don't think you've gone that way
I could bring you so much pleasure
I'll come to you when you say
I know you want me
I'm not gonna hurt you
I'm not gonna hurt you, just close your eyes

Erotic, erotic [repeat several times]
Put your hands all over my body
All over me, all over me

Erotica, (give it up, give it up) romance
I'd like to put you in a trance
Erotica, (give it up, give it up) romance
I like to do a different kind of
Erotica, (give it up, give it up) romance
I'd like to put you in a trance
Erotica, romance
Put your hands all over my body

Only the one that hurts you can make you feel better
Only the one that inflicts pain can take it away

Eroti - ca

 

 

 

We Have two erotic books for sale on www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com   One is a full story about BDSM, the other is a collection of short stories and erotic pictures.  They both cost £2.51p

 

Some of the pictures that illustrate The Pleasures Of Sin

The Pleasures Of Sin is as much a collection of erotic pictures as it is short stories.  Many of the others in the book are much more explicit than these though, so if you are easily offended, this is not the book for you.

The Pleasures Of Sin is available from www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com and costs £2.51p

Excerpts from The Pleasures Of Sin

The Pleasures Of Sin

This is a collection of short stories that we hope includes something for everyone. There are tales for heterosexuals, lesbians and gays. From India during the Raj, to the war torn steppes of Russia; from the convents of Spain, to realms of legend and fantasy. There are Orks, Dark Elves, ghosts, demons, vampires, werewolves and tentacled aliens. Set against backgrounds of BDSM, masturbation, voyeurism, dogging, group sex and even romance.

Here are some excerpts from the stories in The Pleasures Of Sin:

The English Teachers

She was a real expert. I obviously wasn't the first woman lover she'd had. She knew exactly what to do to please me but the bitch wouldn't let me climax. Every time I got close, she would change what she was doing, so that I lost the edge. Then she'd build me up again and repeat the whole process. I was going crazy.

In the end, I pushed her off me and sat on her face. Then sixty-nined her as she ate my pussy. It only took a matter of seconds before I came all over her face, I was that worked up. I kept working on her until Lily came too, her cum running between her bum cheeks as I tried to lap it all up.

We carried on like this for the rest of the morning. That's the great thing about fucking another woman, it doesn't matter how many times they cum, they're always ready for more. By the time we eventually finished, we were both exhausted. We helped each other to get dressed, then Lily helped me to decide what I really wanted to buy. I got a lot more than I'd expected to, in more ways than one!

The Lodger

I didn't bother worrying myself with whether she came or not, my usual concern for her pleasure forgotten in the heat of the moment. Besides, the bitch had already been satisfied once. This was all about me now. It didn't take long either. Just a couple of strokes and I emptied my lot into her. But I wasn't done yet. I had a real need and we were there until it was satisfied! I did much better the next time as well and the sweat was streaming off both of us by the time I came the second time.

Pleasure And Pain

Do you remember it? I had come home early, to find you in our bedroom pleasuring yourself with your favourite dildo. I had to punish you. What else could I do? I had taken you to our play room in the basement, as naked as when I had found you. You still even had the cum on your thighs, evidence of your previous excitement.

I had made you stand in front of our St. Andrews cross, although what that old man would have thought of our version, I can only guess. First, I tied your right wrist to the frame. Then your left. I paused for a moment to suck your right nipple. Or was it your left? Then I made you move your right leg, so that I could secure your ankle. Before repeating the process with your left one.

And there you were, beautifully spread out, a human X. But I wasn't finished with you yet. Far from it. I raised the cross, then turned it so that you were suspended horizontally at my waist height. But that would only become significant later. I placed a ball gag in your mouth, fastening its strap behind your head. Being careful not to trap your raven hair in the process. Then I completed your imprisonment by blindfolding you.

Both of our books were withdrawn from Amazon because of complaints that they are too explicit. If you want to find out for yourself, The Pleasures Of Sin is available from www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com and costs £2.51p

We hope you will enjoy our stories.

 

 

We received payment for seven books today and would like to thank you all for your support.  Have a great 2014.

Excerpts from An Absence Of Light

An Absence Of Light

This is our first adult book and is the story of a budding lesbian relationship, set against the background of the BDSM scene in England. It is written as a guide to the techniques and toys that are used in BDSM play, with useful information being interwoven throughout the plot, an extensive glossary, a guide to creating your own scenarios so that you can make your play more exciting and a useful list of resources.

Here are some excerpts from the story:

The woman was obviously nervous and Scarlet did nothing to make things easy for her. She took complete control, leading the woman to do exactly what she wanted. The crowd had fallen silent, almost as soon as the two of them had taken the stage, now it seemed to Scarlet that she could have heard a pin drop way over by the main bar.

She looked over at Steven, raising an inquisitive eyebrow and Exile began to sing Kiss You All Over. Scarlet moved up to her new partner, slowly smoothing her hands down the nervous woman's sides, over her hips, then around behind her, to cup her buttocks.

The crowd drew in an anticipatory communal breath and the woman took an involuntary step forwards, which only served to bring her closer to Scarlet. Scarlet took advantage of the woman's confusion, pulling her even closer, squashing their breasts together. Her new playmate's body heat, sent an unexpected shiver of desire straight to Scarlet's sex and she let out a hiss of expectation. This could prove to be way more enjoyable than she had first thought.

“So, I can do anything I want to you?”

“Yes Domina.”

Scarlet put him to the test. “Get out your penis.” JR1 stood and did as he was told. “Hit it with the ruler six times. If I am not satisfied, I will not accept you here. Do you understand?” The man raised his head without actually looking at Scarlet. “Perfectly Domina.”

He proceeded to carry out Scarlet's orders so effectively, that even Scarlet winced. He held his shaft in his left hand, with the ruler in his right. He lined the ruler up to make sure it would land properly, then proceeded to beat his penis six times as hard as he could. When he finished, his shaft was bright red, with what looked like bruising already appearing. Evidence that he hadn't tried to shirk his instructions.

Here is an excerpt from the glossary:

Glossary And Advice

The world of BDSM is not for everyone, neither is it a part of mainstream society. It is a fringe world of leather, whips, dominance and submission. Of beautiful women wearing strap on dildos and men that want to cause you pain. It is a place where demons lurk in the shadows and some of those demons are all too real.

If you are tempted to venture into the scene for the first time, we have some advice:

For your first time, go to a well established club. If you are in the UK, check out Torture Garden, as they organise regular events, have their own security staff to look after you and we can personally recommend them.

Do not go into the scene with any preconceived ideas of what you will experience, or do. It is much better to keep an open mind, otherwise you may well miss out on something

Be very, very careful if you are looking for a dominant. There are some extremely nasty people out there. We suggest you try to find someone through other people's recommendations, rather than simply going through the telephone book. If it doesn't feel right when you meet them, it probably isn't. Walk away.

Don't switch off your brain simply because you are doing something new. If there is any sexual action, use a condom. If your dominant doesn't want to, end the session and don't play with them any more.

BDSM can be extremely dangerous, if you are with a dominant that doesn't seem to know what they are doing, walk away. If you want to be a dominant, learn how to use all of the toys properly.

Watch the film Preaching to the Perverted as this gives a realistic view of exactly what goes on in the world of BDSM.

24/7 - Living a BDSM lifestyle, rather than only doing it at weekends. It is extremely difficult to live a life like this and not many people would actually want to.

Adult Babies – These are people that like to dress and behave/be treated like infants. There are also adult children.

Aftercare - The final part of a BDSM session that is used to return both participants to an awareness of reality. This usually takes the form of the dominant showing that they care for the submissive.

Anal Play- Anything that involves stimulating the anus, such as using a dildo.

Ball Gag – This is a rubber ball attached to a rubber, or leather strap. It is used to stop the submissive making any sound.

BDSM – This stands for Bondage, Discipline and Sadomasochism.

Both of our adult books have been withdrawn from Amazon due to complaints that they are too explicit. If you want to find out why, An Absence Of Light is available from www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com and costs £2.51p

We hope that you enjoy our stories.

 

 

     We received payment for seven books today and would like to thank everyone for your support.  Have a great 2014.

BDSM Pride

The BDSM Kink Awareness Movement has been holding non-violent rallies for years now to try to promote the cause of people who are interested in something other than vanilla sex. It is not a case of saying that everyone must wear leather and flog their servant but it is a case of saying that we have the right to be different.

We may think that we are safe in the privacy of our own homes but who is really confident enough to say that they are into BDSM? Or any other kink for that matter. What reaction do you think you would get if you told your parents, your friends, your colleagues, your mates down the pub that you were different to them?

The Awareness Movement is trying to win us the freedom to be who we truly are. To stop us from having to be ashamed of our desire and interests. This is not just a UK problem but an international one. The BDSM world needs to make its voice heard.

Please go the Fetlife group BDSM and the Freedom of Speech

https://fetlife.com/groups/8621 and share your stories or info on your rallies in your city.

You can also check out

http://bdsmprideday.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you like erotic stories with a BDSM theme, you can check out An Absence Of Light and The Pleasures Of Sin which are both available from www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com and cost £2.51p each.

Pleasure

Book Review 2

The Pleasures Of Sin

This is a collection of short stories that we hope includes something for everyone. There are tales for heterosexuals, lesbians and gays. From India during the Raj, to the war torn steppes of Russia; from the convents of Spain, to realms of legend and fantasy. There are Orks, Dark Elves, ghosts, demons, vampires, werewolves and tentacled aliens. Set against backgrounds of BDSM, masturbation, voyeurism, dogging, group sex and even romance.  There are also lots of pictures throughout the book.

Both of our books were withdrawn from Amazon because of complaints that they are too explicit. If you want to find out for yourself, The Pleasures Of Sin is available from www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com and costs £2.51p

We hope you will enjoy our stories.

Book Review 1

An Absence Of Light

This is our first adult book and is the story of a budding lesbian relationship, set against the background of the BDSM scene in England. It is written as a guide to the techniques and toys that are used in BDSM play, with useful information being interwoven throughout the plot, an extensive glossary, a guide to creating your own scenarios so that you can make your play more exciting and a useful list of resources.

Both of our adult books have been withdrawn from Amazon due to complaints that they are too explicit. If you want to find out why, An Absence Of Light is available from www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com and costs £2.51p

We hope that you enjoy our stories.

Bondage As An Art form

Most of us think we're being really adventurous if we use a silk scarf to tie our partner's hands together. However, bondage is much more than that, at its best, it is a work of art. Why use handcuffs, when you can make tying someone's hands together so much more fun?

Although erotic bondage has been practised all over the world for hundreds of years, probably the best know style is Shibari, which developed in Japan. Originally in Japan, this was called Kinbaku.

In Shibari, the rope is used to create geometric shapes that compliment the human body's curves and skin texture. Each knot and length of rope is used to emphasise the sensuality and vulnerability of the person being bound.

There is also a healing aspect in traditional Shibari, as knots are placed over energy centres and work in the same way as Shiatsu, a form of massage similar to acupuncture. This stimulates the body's natural healing process and helps to increase the flow of energy.

Because of the intricate nature of the patterns and knots used in Shibari, it requires the full cooperation of the submissive. It is extremely difficult to bind some against their will using this style. Because of this, the submissive often finds that the process of being bound acts as a kind of meditation, where they can reach a kind of trance-like state.

Although Shibari is used in BDSM play the nawashi (the person doing the binding) places the emphasis on being artistic, so that the finished product is appealing to the eye. It is also possible to use this style simply to enhance both partner's experiences while they make love, rather than as a form of punishment.

Some examples of Shibari are the Ushiro Takatekote, which is the basic sequence of Shibari tying and Matanawa. In Ushiro Takatekote, the arms are bound behind the back, when it is used on a woman, the sequence also includes binding her breasts.

 

Matanawa is a technique which involves the tying the rope around a woman's waist & passing it between her labia to apply painful or pleasurable pressure to her genitals. The rope may be tied with the woman naked, or over clothes. There are also variations of Matanawa that can be used on men.

Www.TOKYO-HOT.COM is a Japanese porn site that has several films involving Shibari if you want to check it out.

The use of stress positions has become notorious thanks to the Americans using them to interrogate suspected terrorists in Guantanamo Bay. A stress position is used to place the submissive in such as way that most of their weight is supported by only a few muscles. This creates an immense amount of pressure, leading to discomfort, pain, then muscle failure.

Stress positions are used to great effect in An Absence Of Light, which costs £2.51p & is available from www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com

 

The Taming Of Shane

Shane was a real man's man, if you know what we mean. He looked like something out of a really low budget western, yet thought he was the best thing on the street. His usual outfit was a black Stetson, with a lumber jack shirt that he wore open at the neck to show off a bootlace tie, usually with a cow skull clasp, a pair of drainpipe Levis, with a wide leather belt and cowboy boots.

The fact that he was Australian and not from the US of A, might have made some people think his choice of dress was somewhat out of place. But Shane didn't care what other people thought, he knew what he liked and what he wanted. Other people were only a concern to him if they interfered in his life.

He drove an old Chevy ute, because he thought it complemented his image as a real man. His knuckles were scarred from countless fights, most of which he'd started and most of which he'd lost. Not that he ever mentioned that when he was recounting them to anyone who couldn't get away from him fast enough.

He spoke with a slow, monotonous drawl, that he had affected after watching too many John Wayne films and even tried to copy Big John's swagger. Unfortunately for Shane, he made himself look as if he was constantly trying to adjust his jeans when he walked, rather than looking even slightly cool.

His idea of sexual equality, was that women should do as he told them, which basically meant looking after him on a 24/7 basis. While he was free to do whatever he wanted. Anything that resembled housework, was a woman's job. While things like drinking beer and watching soccer, were man's work.

The fact that his friends were almost identical clones of Shane, is a sad reflection of the human race. Not that he had many friends, in fact, in normal terms, he didn't have any. There was no one that he could turn to when he needed any help. Nobody invited him to their parties. Nobody remembered his birthday, or 'phoned him to see how he was.

What he did have, was drinking buddies. And as far as Shane was concerned, they were the finest kind. His buddies all worked at the same abattoir, on the same shift and they all used to go to the same pub when their shift ended. Shane was proud of being a slaughter man, it was a man's job that gave him a sense of superiority.

There was nothing like hanging a pig up on a hook without stunning it, so that he could hear it squeal as its life's blood gushed out from the slit he'd just carved in its throat. That's what being a real man was all about!

But things were about to change for Shane in a way that he couldn't even have imagined in his worst nightmares. It was a Saturday night and he was all dressed up and out on the prowl. He cruised the streets for a while before deciding to try his luck in the Gold Strike. It wasn't a place he usually went to, as the beer was expensive and the women that frequented it all had illusions of being better than him.

But he fancied something different, so parked his ute in the car park at the rear of the building and walked into the public bar. He stood in the doorway for a moment, making his grand entrance that he was sure would make everyone look at him, while he surveyed the other customers. Wow! Tonight was his lucky night. There were a couple of blondes over at the bar that were going to be thanking their fairy godmothers he'd spotted them before the evening was out.

He did his imitation John Wayne swagger over to them. “Hi darlings, can I buy you a beer?” This was where most women told him to get lost but these two actually accepted his offer. What's more, once they had their drinks, they even suggested that the three of them go over to a booth, so that they could have a bit more privacy. Shane was hard before he even left the bar!

Both of the women were stunning and neither of them wore wedding rings. Not that Shane cared about that but it did make life less complicated. Blonde number one introduced herself as Barbara. Shane wasn't really paying much attention to anything else she said, he was mesmerised by the ample cleavage that her low cut blouse revealed.

He managed to tear his eyes away from Barbara's boobs long enough to learn that the other lucky lady was called Jane, then simply didn't know where to look next. Jane was easily a 36D and her top did little to hide the smooth skin of her breasts. He'd died and gone to heaven.

Being the gentleman that he was, Shane bought another round of drinks, then excused himself to go to the toilet. He didn't really like wearing condoms, as far as he was concerned, it was up to the woman to make sure she didn't get caught. But he was prepared to make an exception for these two, they were that gorgeous.

He returned to the booth, both ladies smiling at him as he took his seat, making sure that he sat as close to Barbara as possible. Man! She had a fine pair of tits. Shane took a swig of his beer, it tasted a little different but he guessed it was just because it had got a little warm. The three of them carried on talking, Shane drinking his beer, until Jane suggested that they go back to her place for a party.

Shane jumped at the offer but was feeling a little light headed as he walked out to Jane's car, actually stumbling as he crossed the car park. But he sat in the back with Barbara and put his arm around her shoulders. The scent of her perfume filling his nostrils as he rested his head on her shoulder.

The next thing Shane was aware of was a searing pain throughout his body. In fact, pain just didn't do it justice. He was in agony. Every part of his body hurt as consciousness returned to him. He managed to open his eyes and take stock of himself.

He was hanging from chains against a rough wall. His shoulders were killing him from supporting his weight. Shit! He was naked. What was going on? His nipples hurt like hell and he found out the reason when he let his head sag once more. There was a shiny ring in each of his nipples, a chain running across his chest between them.

His cock was hurting too and he found out the reason for that, when Barbara gave it a playful tug. He hadn't been aware of the two women until then, but he certainly was when Barbara pulled on the new ring he had in the end of his penis. He jumped upright, pulling at his chains in a pitiable attempt to break free from them.

He was about to swear at the women, when Barbara cut him off. “So, what do you think of our handiwork lover? Still think you're such a macho guy now do you?” Jane took over, flicking the ring in his left nipple, sending fire through his chest. “You've woken up just in time sweetheart. We're going to make you our plaything for ever. You're going to be a good little toy for us too, aren't you?”

Jane didn't bother waiting for Shane to answer her. She walked over to a cabinet by the far wall, but Shane couldn't see what she was doing, as Barbara was blocking his view. Shane smelt something burning, then Jane returned to stand in front of him.

She was holding a small electronic brand, the sort that farmers still used on their sheep. She held it up so that he could see it clearly. The brand formed an interlinked B and J. “I'm sure the three of us will be really happy together.” Barbara told Shane. Then he passed out as the brand bit into the soft flesh of his beer belly.

 If you like this story, you will find more in The Pleasures Of Sin which is available at  www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com

Suicide Girls

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Sweet Torture

Do you remember it? I had come home early, to find you in our bedroom pleasuring yourself with your favourite dildo. I had to punish you. What else could I do? I had taken you to our play room in the basement, as naked as when I had found you. You still even had the cum on your thighs, evidence of your previous excitement.

I had made you stand in front of our St. Andrews cross, although what that old man would have thought of our version, I can only guess. First, I tied your right wrist to the frame. Then your left. I paused for a moment to suck your right nipple. Or was it your left? Then I made you move your right leg, so that I could secure your ankle. Before repeating the process with your left one.

And there you were, beautifully spread out, a human X. But I wasn't finished with you yet. Far from it. I raised the cross, then turned it so that you were suspended horizontally at my waist height. But that would only become significant later. I placed a ball gag in your mouth, fastening its strap behind your head. Being careful not to trap your raven hair in the process. Then I completed your imprisonment by blindfolding you.

You looked magnificent lying there. So perfect, so vulnerable. Waiting to be used, to be abused. To be taken to the brink time after time. But never allowed release. I was already so hard that it was almost painful. I allowed myself to stroke my shaft in anticipation of what was to come. But not too much. I didn't want to spoil my fun.

I moved to stand between your spread thighs, looking at your perfect sex. Your lips were spread wide open for me, revealing every detail of what they normally protected. I moved my head closer, so that you would feel my breath upon your bud. Warmth in the chill of the basement, that I knew would feel like a white hot brand to your aroused body.

I ran my tongue lightly over your lips, tasting the saltiness of your cum. You shivered at my touch and I so wanted to take you right then. But I was strong. I left you there. Alone in your darkness. Not knowing if I was still there, or not. If I would relieve you, or not.

I went into our kitchen and made myself a coffee. But I was too wound up to drink it. So I wandered upstairs to our bedroom, the scent of your arousal still lingering in the room. Your toy was lying discarded on the bed. I could see your cum glistening along its length and picked it up to better examine it. I sniffed it, holding it close to my nostrils. It smelled so good.

Ummmm. It tasted good too. You had been so turned on as you fucked yourself with it. I could feel the energy it contained, the sexual power that you had created as you rammed it in and out of yourself. Over and over again. But you hadn't reached your orgasm had you? You had been teasing yourself, prolonging your release. But I had arrived home before you got there. Had spoilt your fun. And now it was my turn to prolong your torment.

You used to be afraid of the dark. Do you remember? Then you had met me and learnt that the darkness is our haven, our place of refuge from an uncaring world. It is the place where each of us can learn our own truth, where we can find out who we truly are.

I had a shower, the hot water increasing my desire as it ran down my chest, before streaming off my twitching cock like rain from some erotic waterspout. I took my time drying myself, not sure who I was tormenting more, you or me. Then I pulled on a pair of baggy trousers and quietly returned to the basement.

My eyes lingered on your breasts as I entered the room. Even though you were on your back, they still jutted proudly towards the ceiling. Your nipples hardened as I looked at them. Could you feel the intensity of my gaze upon them?

I picked up a candle from the side, that big altar candle we used to keep for such a moment as this. I had to search for a moment until I found a lighter, when I turned around you were looking at me with your blindfolded eyes. You were still unsure what I was going to do. What was it that gave it away for you? Was it the smell of the paraffin wax candle? Or did you not know until you heard the familiar sound of the ratchet on the lighter?

The candle's wick burst into flame and I used it to melt the wax around the brim of the candle. I needed a small puddle for what was to come next. Your body had tensed in anticipation of my next act. I held the candle over the soft flesh of your belly, touched its base to your skin. Then angled it, tracing a line of molten wax from your navel to the rise of your shaven mound.

You moaned around your gag. But I knew you were enjoying it. I could smell your excitement. It told me that your nectar was already running from your pussy. I let the liquid wax build up again, then traced another line, slightly to the right of the first. I wanted to coat your nipples but wanted to suck them more, so contented myself with drawing a third line, to the left of the first.

Each time, I was mesmerised by the way your muscles tensed in time with the kiss of the wax. It was like watching a wave flowing over your body. The three lines formed a rough arrow, that pointed to your sex. I kissed your mound at their point, following their directions to the start of your lips. You were so wet. But you had been very naughty and I was not going to grant you any release yet.

Instead, I walked back to the side, returning the candle and lighter to the counter. Slowly, I opened a drawer. Knowing that you could hear what I was doing but being forced to guess what I was going to take from the drawer to torture you further.

I chose three clamps. The first I put on your right nipple, tightening it so that your nipple stood rigidly to attention. The second one I put on your left nipple in exactly the same manner. I then went to stand between your spread thighs, so that I could see properly while I attached the third clamp.

I gave your groin a playful slap, the blow eliciting a soggy sound as it landed. I then pealed back your hood to reveal your bud in all its glory. It was already swollen from your need, making it easy for me to attach the third clamp. I tightened it until your clit was nicely squeezed between its blades, then gave your bud a lick. You tasted so good. Always!

I returned to the side again, opening another draw and retrieving a leather flogger. I stood by your right side, playing the flogger's tails over your sex. You murmured something incomprehensible around your gag. Were you asking me to beat you? I hope so, because that is what I did.

I did nine strokes to your right thigh. Then moved to your left and gave your left thigh nine strokes too. Always nine. The number of completion and success. But you still wouldn't have your completion yet my love.

Your thighs had beautifully red weals upon them. The marks following the graceful curves of your muscular legs. I kissed them all, the touch of my lips causing you to shiver. I wished that I could turn you over to flog your gorgeous bottom as well. But that would defuse the tension we had created, as it would take too long. Instead, I teased your nipples by dragging the ends of the tails over them, ensuring that I didn't touch anything else, not even your areolae.

After a while, I replaced the flogger in its drawer, exchanging it for your dildo. Stood between your splayed legs once more, I touched its tip to your entrance. No, no. I tied you much too well for you to be able to wriggle yourself onto it my little slut. I drew circles around your entrance for a moment, making you silently scream. Then rammed it deep into your eagerly waiting depths.

I promptly withdrew it again so that I could see how much cum coated it. That was more than enough for what I wanted to do next. I could almost hear you screaming abuse at me but you couldn't because of the gag. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

I removed the clamps from your nipples, then used your cum to draw circles around your large areolae. I had to dip the dildo into your sex twice to get enough 'ink' to complete my masterpiece, then stood back to admire my work. Your cum was so thick that it looked like icing on the top of a bun, your nipples providing some sweet, perhaps strawberry flavour? I licked your left one. No, it was too salty to be strawberry.

I inserted the dildo into your sex once more, holding it there with my left hand, while I struggled to undo the strap of your gag with my right. The strap finally fell free and I removed the dildo ready for my next act. I placed my right hand gently over the gag, covering your mouth for a moment. I could feel your breath on the edge of my hand. You were panting in heat, like some bitch ready to be mounted.

I yanked the gag away but before you could say anything or close your mouth, I replaced it with the dildo. I sensed your eyes actually dilating as you ran your tongue around the shaft trying to get every drop of your cum. I pulled it out, holding it so that you could lick along its length. How I wanted that to be my cock. And why not? It was you who had to be punished, not I.

I threw the toy onto the side, then slowly undid my trousers. Stepping out of them, I stood between your thighs once more and touched the end of my twitching cock to your sex. It was like an electric shock as a bolt of energy shot along my shaft. I inched my hips forwards, sinking my glans into your warm softness. You moaned as I built up I slow rhythm but quickly began yelling at me to fuck you properly.

I couldn't have that. The poor neighbours might have heard you. OK. I couldn't give a flying fuck if they did or not but it was a good excuse to ram my cock in your mouth and you didn't complain then did you? Not at all. Not until I shot my load down your throat anyway. Then you called me all sorts of names you ungrateful woman.

I should have simply left you there for the night. But I am much too good to you. Remember how I freed you right arm and gave you your toy? I had wanted to leave you there for the night but you made too much noise screaming as you orgasmed over & over. It was too much for me. I had to return to feel my cock buried in you. To fill your sweet cunt with my cum. Then I gagged and slept the sleep of the exhausted.

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Willing Sacrifice

We had an appointment, midnight in the garden. But it's nearly 12.30 and she hasn't shown. We've chatted on Facebook until I thought I knew her, yet she's blown me off the bitch. Got me all turned on, then left me here out in the cold.

I get up, ready to leave. But freeze and close my eyes. I can feel her. How can that be? I look around. There is nobody there. But I know she is. It's almost as if she is inside me.

“On your knees.” I feel her breath ruffle my hair, sending heat shooting down my spine straight to my clit.

I lower myself to my knees on the dew-damp grass. My nostrils are filled with the lawn's perfume I had never realised that grass could smell so good. It makes me want to bury my face in its wet leaves. But before the urge becomes overwhelming...

“Don't turn your head, or look at me. Do you understand me?” I nod my head, struck dumb by her presence. She grabs my hair. “I didn't hear you. Do you understand me.” This time I find my voice. “Yes mistress.”

She still holds my hair, her grip on the verge of being painful. I am so glad that she is there, touching me. “Do you want to please me?” Her breath on my neck again, sending shivers through my body and raising goosebumps down my back. “Yes mistress.”

She releases my hair and I hear her open a zip pocket. The next moment, she slips a collar around my neck. The coolness of the leather burning my flesh like dry ice. Then she attaches a lead and gives it a playful tug.

“When I was young, I had a puppy. I loved that puppy more than life itself. But my father was a useless drunk and one day he came home from the pub to find that my puppy had peed in his slipper. He went crazy and kicked my poor little puppy to death. Then he laughed as I screamed at him through my tears that I would kill him. He was laughing on the other side of his face the next time he fell into a drunken sleep in his armchair though. I went into the kitchen, got mummy's biggest knife and slit the no-good bastards throat.

I stood by him, blood dripping onto the carpet from the knife's blade, as I watched the life leave him. At first, it was in a gush, then a trickle, then a dribble. The blood began to congeal on my fingers, gluing the knife to my hand but I still stood there, until his eyes finally glazed over and I knew he was gone.

Now, you are going to be my puppy. My puppy did everything it could to please me. It loved me without me having to do anything in return. Completely unconditional love. Do you understand what I want from you?”

“Yes mistress.” How could I not? There was an almost telepathic link between us. She wanted me to know what she expected me to do, without her even having to say anything. To be her obedient, loving puppy. And I would do my utmost to please her.

I placed my hands on the wet grass, waiting there expectantly on my hands and knees to fulfil my mistress's every desire. She pats my shoulder and begins slowly walking forward. I keep in front of her, sensing directions from the subtle changes of pressure on my lead. I know this is a test, I can feel her eyes boring into me, watching my every move, reading my mind, searching my very soul.

I so badly want to look up, to see her face. Even if it is only for a brief second. But I know that it would displease her. It is not simply that I fear making her angry, I truly want to please her. To make my mistress happy.

“I know you want to see me but you have to earn that right.” Can she really read my mind? I hear her chuckle behind me, as if in answer to my mental question. I am paying so much attention to my mistress that I don't see a man approaching us until a voice says “Good evening ladies. It's a lovely night for a walk isn't it.” I start to turn my head away from him, to hide my shame but a tug on the lead tells me to keep looking straight forward. “Good evening to you sir. It is indeed a beautiful evening.” My mistress replies. And with that, the man is lost behind us.

We keep to the grass, my mistress conscious of not wanting to hurt my knees by making me follow her on the gravel path. Fortunately, we don't meet another soul and we reach the end of the memorial gardens without any further incident.

“Bear with me my pet, it is only a little further.” Tentatively, I cross the path, the gravel is sharp but doesn't pierce my skin and I know my mistress is pleased that I don't complain. Back on soft grass once more, we continue until we reach a large mausoleum. A large, cast-iron gate is standing open before us. Leaving a black hole like the eye socket in a corpse.

I hesitate, fear of the dark preventing me from entering. But a flick of the lead and an encouraging “It's OK puppy.” eases my nerves and I walk through the portal to stand on a cold stone floor.

The lead falls across my back and I hear the gate creak, then the latch click into place. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, like the hackles of a dog, then she takes hold of the lead once more and urges me on by giving it a flick.

As before, I rely on changes in the tension on the lead to know where to go. My mistress never has to speak to me, never has to correct me. Even though I can't see where we are going, I trust her completely. I instinctively know that she will keep me safe from harm.

A gentle tug of the lead stops me. The lead falls across my back again, then a door opens. There is the strangest smell, mould mixed with spices. Then a match flares and my mistress lights a candle. I have to close my eyes to avoid the bright light until my eyes adjust. But before I can open them once more, my mistress places a blindfold around my head.

“You have been such a good puppy so far.” She pats my head affectionately and I almost whimper in pleasure. “Do you still want to please me little puppy?” I don't hesitate to think. “Of course I do mistress.” “Good girl. Remove your clothes and lie on your back.

Even though I am blindfolded, I know that she is watching my every move. I feel her watching as I remove my blouse. I can feel the heat from her eyes on my breasts as I unfasten my bra. Her lust is a tangible force to my heightened senses. Causing my already aroused pussy to become even wetter.

I undo my shoes, slip off my skirt, then wriggle out of my knickers. Naked before her, I lie on my back, totally vulnerable before her. Willingly sacrificing myself to her desire. I don't hear her move but suddenly feel her breath on my belly, ruffling the short hairs of my sex as she inhales my scent, huffing on my thigh as she exhales.

My senses are in overdrive. I silently beg her to touch me and she laughs. Roughly, she spreads my legs wider. She strokes my belly. “Good puppy.” She whispers. Her hand traces the contours of my thigh, before returning upwards.

There is a pause, then, incredibly gently, her finger dips into my sex. She withdraws it again, presenting it to me. “Suck it clean.” She instructs me. And I do, just like a puppy at its mummy's teat. My mistress repeats the process and again, I greedily suck her finger clean. “You like that, don't you puppy?”

I fidget in anticipation and the atmosphere suddenly changes. “You bad dog! You're like a little bitch in heat!” Those dreaded words. Bad dog! I physically cower but she grabs my thigh, holding my legs apart. Suddenly, she slaps my pussy. Pain shoots through me. But, at the same time, so does an even greater thrill of pleasure.

Nobody has ever done this to me before. My clit instantly jumps to attention and I can feel my cum building up inside me. Slap. The flat of her hand lands perfectly on my sex again. I let out a yelp of pain but it is almost half hearted. The pleasure is too great for me to protest too loudly in case my mistress stops. The third slap sounds decidedly wet. With the fourth, cum is starting to run down between my cheeks. The fifth slap actually splashes my cum over my thighs.

“What a little bitch you are! You are enjoying this too much. Roll over.” Reluctantly I comply. “Is that how a good puppy stands?” I get on my hands and knees. Roughly, she forces my legs apart with her booted foot. “Stay still!” I hear her walk away. There is the sound of a drawer opening, of her searching for something. Then she walks back to me.

I want to look so hard it almost hurts. I want to see what she has, what she is going to do to me next. But good puppies don't do that and I so want to be a good puppy. Something brushes the lips of my sex, then a huge dildo rams into my depths. There is no time for my pussy to adapt to this invader, my mistress begins to fuck me with it straight away. And I love it. I can't get enough. But this time, I have the good sense to stay perfectly still.

I can feel my warm cum running down my cold thighs. My mistress's breath is hot upon my back as she vigorously works her toy in and out of me. I have no idea of the size of her toy but it feels huge. My pussy is stretched deliciously to the edge of being too painful to bear. And it loves every minute as much as the rest of me.

I am on the brink of a massive orgasm when my mistress stops. “Do you think I'm going to let you off so easily? What about my pleasure?” She moves to stand before, the smell of her leather boots and aroused state filling my nostrils.

I stay there for what seems like a long time before she speaks to me again. Finally, “Lick my boots clean.” I pause, uncertain which one to lick first and she raises her right one up on its high heel. I lick from the very tip up to where it ends a fraction below her knee. “Carry on!” I start over again. And again. Until I have covered the entire boot and my mouth, tongue and jaw muscles are aching. I hope that she might have pity on me when I am done but she holds her left boot up ready for my ministrations. “Lick!”

When I eventually finish this boot as well, my mistress holds the back of my head, keeping me in place. I am too sore to complain and hope she doesn't want me to lick anything else, as I don't have any saliva left. But I soon change my mind when she guides my head to her pussy.

Her smell is overwhelming, especially as the blindfold has heightened my other senses. Her pheromones are driving me crazy and my juices are running down my legs in anticipation of what is going to happen next. She pushes my face into her sex. “Lick it clean, there's a good puppy.”

I don't need to be told twice. My aches and pains are instantly forgotten as I begin to eagerly lap at her sex. My tongue probes between her lips, flicking over her bud, before delving into her depths as far as I can get it. She changes her stance a little to give me better access and I resume my duties.

Her lips are shaved and I greedily suck at them to get every last drop of her ambrosia. I slurp at her inner lips and bud, bury my tongue inside her, striving to drink her dry. It is an impossible task but I don't care. I am in heaven. The more I lap at her, the more she cums and the happier I am. Until finally I feel her body begin to tense.

I redouble my efforts, working my tongue inside her as if it has a life of its own. At last, she gushes into my mouth. I try to pull back a little so that I can breathe but she forces my head into her sex, grinding herself against my face as she orgasms. With a last shudder, she finishes, pulling away from me as she steps back.

“That's a good dog. I'm sorry I was angry with you before.” She strokes my head, her hand moving to caress my shoulders, then my back. If I had a tail, I would be wagging it like crazy. I've been good and she loves me again.

I sense her kneel down and she kisses me. Her tongue explores my mouth, sending shock waves of pleasure to my clit. Then she bites my lower lip as she withdraws. I feel hot blood flowing from her love bite but it doesn't hurt. She moves closer again, her hot breath on my cheek. Her tongue brushes over my lips, licking away my blood.

“Ummmm. You taste so sweet.” Her breath moves down to my throat. She kisses me again, wrapping her arms around me in her passion, her arousal. I hear her growl somewhere deep in her throat. Passion mixing with her primal need. Then there are sharp teeth, a moment of gorgeous pain. “There's a good puppy. You'll always be my puppy, won't you? Always.”

 

 

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An Absence Of Light  is the tale of a blossoming lesbian relationship that is set against the BDSM scene in England.  There is an extensive glossary, a list of useful websites & a guide on how to create your own scenarios.

 

The Pleasures Of Sin  is a collection of our short stories that we hope has something for everyone.

 

Ritual

Ritual is an essential part of our lives.

Without it, we are less than animals.

Ritual connects us with a deeper, more spiritual, part of ourselves.

Ritual can turn a mundane act, into a sacrament,

whereby, we are able to connect with the Goddesses and Gods of old.

Our ritual, performed in this sacred place,

enables us to open our minds.

To explore our true self,

free from the constraints of a jealous humanity.

Our ritual is an offering of pleasure and pain.

An act of freely given love and obeisance.

BDSM is the darkness, the absence of light, that scares us beyond our understanding but also attracts us like flies around a rotting cadaver. It is the opposite of everything our parents tell us we should try to be in our lives. It is the anti Christ of moral behaviour. It turns everything good around, until good is bad and bad is the best that we can ever hope to experience in the mind numbing tedium of our pathetic daily existence.

It is the reality where pleasure is pain, where servitude grants us freedom. It is where submission brings self-understanding and dominance teaches us love of another. It is where the mirror's reflection is inverted and truth becomes a lie. Only when we can stand in the truth of our own frailty, can we truly hope to know who we really are.

We have two books on offer at  www.deviancymadesimple.webs.com

An Absence Of Light  is the tale of a blossoming lesbian relationship that is set against the background of the BDSM scene in England.  There is an extensive glossary, a list of useful websites & a guide on how to create your own scenarios.

The Pleasures Of Sin  is a collection of our short stories that we hope has something for everyone.