BDSM Erotica Stories -
BDSM The Angler
When someone worthy of your attention finds you and then proceeds to spend some of his time guiding and helping you it is a very special and powerful feeling. My response to that was to begin looking at myself from his point of view and to cautiously begin to imagine what a man like that would be like in real life. In the past, I have often been warned that I cannot tell the difference between fantasy and reality and this occasion was no exception. So with each conversation I began to imagine a powerful Dominant slowly taking ownership of my mind and body by planting vivid images of interaction. Often the anticipation is as exciting as the conclusion and as I finally took the decision to make the journey to meet him for real I could feel myself beginning to fall apart...
As my expected arrival time passes I begin to panic, dangerously texting my apologies as I am driving. Then I get lost and am close to tears when he finally calls to see where I am. That was the point when I needed him to come and find me and make everything better. I remember being thoroughly disappointed with myself for being late and lost and for finally arriving less than happy with myself. He doesn't seem to mind, but I know that man like that would not have been too impressed with being kept waiting. He is as reserved as I thought he would be but that excites me more than I expected. It also makes me more nervous and that makes me chatter and ramble more than I normally would. I am desperate for him to shut me up and take my mind and body for his own.
When we finally get back to his house I continue with my inane and mindless ramblings until at last he pulls my head back by my hair and tears down my knickers. I can feel the relief wash over me...
"Are you going to communicate properly with me Anna or do we need a safe word?" - "I will tell you if it gets too much for me." - "Good, well remember then that for the next 24 hours you are mine." Something about 'mine for the next 24 hours' really bothers me but at that moment I do not know what it is, so I put it to the back of my mind and trust that he knows best. Until now, each time he has looked at me I have looked away. His stare is intense and it makes me feel hugely self-conscious and now that we are alone in his house it is getting harder to avoid the looks he is giving me. He is right beside me and he is pulling me up by my hair with one hand while he tears down my knickers with his other hand. Without warning, he shoves his fingers into my cunt pushing me upwards. My eyes are closed and I'm yelling out that he's hurting me.
"Look at me!" I look away and he slaps my face. "Fucking look at me..!" I keep looking away, waiting to see how hard he will slap me. He slaps me twice more until finally he hits the side of my head making my ears ring and that is when I stare into his eyes for the first time. "Get to the far side of the room and strip."
Reluctantly I do as I am told. Skirt, top and bra off and hands to my tits. "Hands off tits, good, turn around, spread your legs and grab your ankles. Legs straight. Spread further. Good." He watches me like that until I stand up and look over my shoulder. "Why have you moved?" I stretch back down and that's when I hear him unbuckle his belt. I'm sure that just the sound has made me wet. I don't know whether to expect his cock or his belt and I struggle not to turn around to sneak a look.
His hand strokes my upturned backside and he inspects my holes some more, poking and pulling at the flesh inside me before I feel the first lash of his belt and I hear him saying that he can tell a slut by the way she sticks her ass out towards the leather. I don't realise that is what I am doing and I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to. He hits my backside for a good 10 minutes making my skin burn and taking me past the point where I would have stopped.
He stops and strokes my ass and then begins to slap me, closing his hands around my skin and almost lifting me off my feet by my backside. I love it. I burn and tingle and the rest of my body is beginning to crave the same rough treatment. Then his fingers are in my cunt again. Rough and deep. When I ask him about it later and he tells me that he used two fingers which he opened up wide once they were inside me. It felt as though his fist was in me.
He leaves the room and returns with 2 ropes. I struggle to keep the smile from my face as I realise that at last I am about to be helplessly bound and used. He pulls my wrists back behind me and I feel him bind them together. Then he works with the second rope taking it up to my elbows. I recognise his experience, I feel lucky to finally be in the hands of someone who understands what he is doing and who considers it an artform. I enjoy the way the rope forces my posture so that my tits are thrust forward. He pulls me up onto my knees by my hair and when I look up, his cock is in front of my eyes. I do a very bad job of sucking him. I choke and gag as he blocks off my air supply with his cock, holding me tight onto him by my hair. In the past I have struggled but this is much more difficult, and just as I think that I am progressing he tells me that he can feel my teeth and that I need to improve and he even suggests that the offending tooth should be removed! I remember briefly imagining him marching me into the dentist's surgery and asking for his slut's tooth to be extracted to improve her cock-sucking skills... I guess I would have done that if he had really wanted it!
He pulls out of my throat and leaves me coughing and drooling on his carpet. "Sit back down on your ass, legs spread. He cuffs each ankle to a spreader bar. I think that I can hear a buckle and as I lift my head he seems to be fastening something around my face. It's a ball gag and I hate it. Then he pulls a blindfold round my eyes. I hate that too. I can still see him through the ill fitting blindfold. He has sat down to watch me. I am certainly not going to just sit there and I start to push the gag out of my mouth with my tongue and I finally manage to spit it out before shaking the blindfold off. Then I bend my knees and bring my ankles back towards my right hand. After some wriggling and stretching I unhook my leg from the bar. I cannot work my wrists and arms free and he just sits and amuses himself while I try and pull the loose ends of rope he has left only to find the rope tightening further.
He finally unties me and for the next hour I sit naked while he watches me. It's hard and I don't know what to say, but I feel really uncomfortable and want to get dressed. He amuses himself listening to my reasons why he should let me get dressed. "I feel uncomfortable, I feel self-conscious, I don't know what to do with myself," and the one that amuses him the most, "that the novelty of seeing me naked will soon wear off." Only when I agree to try on some latex stuff do I get to cover up. Unfortunately for me, in my haste I tear the latex skirt he gives me.
I ask for wine and I ask if I can eat. He agrees to make me something and I ask if I can fuck my dildo while he cooks. He appears to appreciate that idea and he leaves me to think about it. I decide to take the smaller vibrator. I pull on a black dress and stand close to him as he works. I lean my elbows onto the work surface beside him, spread my legs and jam the tiny silver vibrator on to my clit.
I watch his straight face as he seems undistracted by my behaviour. Without looking at me he tells me to sit in the corner. I kneel and push my hand between my legs and start to feel myself getting close to cumming. "I told you to sit not kneel!" He shouts at me to put my legs out straight and wide and then strides over to kick my legs wider apart. I can feel my cunt pressing onto the floor. His cock is in front of my face again and he slides his cock into my throat. This time it seems easier and he tells me that I am much better. As I begin to feel a little more pleased with myself he pulls me up and off his cock by my hair and shoves me face down onto the floor where he starts to fuck my cunt until the food is ready!
I get a phone call and it reminds me that I am supposed to be working on some pictures and not playing about. This makes me impatient and I begin to force the issue. We spend the next hour playing with rope and clamps and taking pics of my bound arms and of my tits stretched out by a pair of vicious clover clamps. 200 pictures later and I'm untied and led into his bedroom. His room is amazing. It's full of intriguing artwork and books and sets of canes and crops, chains and ropes.
I am told to lie down on my back and I am pulled by my ankles into the required position. Before I realise what is happening my right wrist is pulled up, buckled and then hooked to a chain trailing up from an anchor point at the corner of the bed. He moves to the other side of me and cuffs my other wrist. As he tries to hook the cuff to the chain I snatch my arm away. He catches me and tries to secure it again. Several times I am able to snatch my arm away until he gets the better of me and secures it. I watch fascinated as he pushes up my left knee and wraps rope around it binding my shin to my thigh.
In a final act of defiance before I am secured to his bed for his use I try to keep my right leg fixed straight. I don't fight for long before he has bound my shin to my thigh, run a rope through the binding and secured each leg to further anchor points at the bottom corners of the bed. In this position my legs are secured open and all my holes raised upwards. When he stands on the rope my legs are splayed further. Despite the pointlessness of it I pull my wrists and thighs against the restraints. I really would never have escaped and I've never felt restrained like that before.
When I first went into his room, I headed straight for his selection of canes and was asked which one I would like to experience. I selected the thinnest cane. It looked wonderfully whippy! And now as I am lying spread on his bed with my knees drawn up so that all of my holes are exposed for his pleasure, he approaches me with the cane I selected. Stepping on the rope attached to my right thigh, he opens my leg away from my body and draws a line with the tip of the cane along the hollow between my cunt and my thigh. Unsurprisingly, my mind anticipates the smack that I am going to get.
It stings me and my wrists pull and rattle on the chains. Several times he canes me on each side, each time drawing a line so that I anticipate the pain. The final smack is along the length of my clit. He tells me that I have done well and I feel him start to work lube into my ass hole. With my knees pulled up he has perfect access to my ass and he begins to fuck me. He relentlessly rapes my ass hurting me right into my tummy. I can't move so I try to release the pain by yelling. He almost leaps further into me as he cums calling me his slut and telling me that this is what I need as he finishes off in me. Suddenly I understand that I am in the right place because here it is ok to be a slut. I do not have to be ashamed anymore about the things that give me pleasure and I do not have to stumble about trying to find the right words to explain my needs.
He leaves and I concentrate on the sound of my breathing as I come down from what he did to me. I close my eyes and imagine what he might have gone to find. There is one fantasy that I have always had. It's simple and it has never been fulfilled. The way he has tied me is perfect for the scenario! He returns with his hands behind him. His smile is the last thing I see as he secures the blindfold around my head. My mouth is forced open by the tip of my dildo, "Wet it Anna, wet it so that it will slide into your greedy cunt." Just the words almost make me cum.
He takes his time working the dildo slowly into me. In contrast to the rough abuse I took in my ass, this treatment almost feels gentle until he starts to twist and shove the dildo hard into my insides. Suddenly he pulls it from my body and gazes into my open cunt. For me, to have another peer deep inside me is wonderfully erotic. He plunges the dildo back into me and turns the rabbit ears on pressing them onto my clit. "Shit I'm going to cum!" - "No, you are not, do not cum yet." I hold on as long as I can until I am begging for my orgasm. As I cum I cannot arch my back and I cannot move away from the dildo. He holds it deep inside me until I cum again for him.
He uncuffs my shaking body and lets me sleep. But it's not proper sleep. My mind is preparing itself for the following day and adjusting itself to what has already happened to me. Each time I open my eyes I see the images on his walls of beautifully posed women. What inspired me when I arrived is now, for some reason, making me feel very ordinary.
The click of his camera wakes me. I am lying on my tummy with one knee drawn up towards my face and he has pulled up my dress. "I've never seen anyone bruise like this - not sure that more caning is a good idea... I'm taking you out today let's see how much flashing you will do for me on the beach." He pulls my backside apart to inspect the bruises and it feels as though he is gazing into me! His fingers are stretching my sore cunt again but I'm soaking wet so he fingers me harder while pulling my head up off the bed by my hair and dropping my mouth onto his cock. Today I am much better and I accept that his cock will cut off my air supply but that I must stay like that without gagging. His cock stays crammed into my throat for longer. My timing is bad though and I pull my head away as he cums. I lick him clean and he finishes the job by cleaning himself up with my hair.
"Before we go out, please may I cum?" He laughs at me and doesn't answer. So I put my clamps, vibe and plug in my bag. Once I am in his car he hands me a bag which I open to find a toy I've not seen before, one part sits on my g-spot and the rest presses onto my clit. "Cum with that while I drive." What I want are his fingers but I can't bring myself to ask. So I pull my knickers off and shove the imitation finger up and into myself. The rest sits on my clit and as he picks up speed I switch on the toy and whimper as it teases me.
As he stops I complain that the toy didn't make me cum and I take the plug out of my bag. He tells me to plug myself and then shakes his head and tells me that he will do it himself. I kneel up onto the passenger seat, open my legs for him and stick out my ass. The plug is too dry to go into me so he tells me to spit on it. This time he slides it easily into my painful and ruined ass.
Thankfully the beach is pretty quiet and he walks me out towards a rusty pier which he thinks I will look good against. He's right of course. I grip the side of the metal panel and stick out my plugged ass, spreading my legs and leaning further forwards. I try a few poses against the metal but without being commanded I find it hard to feel natural.
He tells me to walk to the end of the jetty and this time I flash my tits at the camera without a thought for who might see me. When I get down from the pier, I need to feel his fingers in me again. So I stand close and spread my legs. He fingers me in full view of others on the beach before suggesting that I get into the sea for more pictures. I use the same pose. The only one I seem able to do. Ass out, legs spread revealing my plugged ass and gaping cunt.
The beach seems suddenly busy and he leads me back to his car. The plug hurts me as I sit. As he pulls away I jam my tiny vibe onto my clit. It's probably because of the plug and the exposed fingering I took on the beach, but this time I cum easily writhing all over his car seat with my feet spread on his dash.
By the time we get to the forest I can barely walk. I make the mistake of telling him how much it hurts and he grabs the plug and shoves it into me leaving me breathless when he stops. "You really shouldn't tell me things like that Anna!"
He makes me walk for ages until he points at a clearing into the forest and then he's directing me towards a silver birch beautifully lit by the sun. I wouldn't have seen a perfect place like that and he is completely right. It's an ideal tree for me to grab hold of while he abuses my ass by twisting and shoving the plug until I am up on my toes trying to escape from the agony. He finally steps back and pulls my hand onto his cock while telling me that my screams make his cock hard. He takes pictures of me clinging to the tree before telling me to turn around, remove my top and pull my tits out. It feels amazing to do that in the open. Three times he tells me to remove my bra and I grin and shake my head until he moves towards me and pulls me to the floor by my hair. His cock is in my throat again, fucking me until I'm choking and drooling. He steps away and photographs my messy, open mouth.
He takes more pics of my tits and then approaches me again spinning me around and fucking me with the plug. He unexpectedly pulls the plug out of me and I am horrified to see how filthy it is. I grab it and yell that he shouldn't have done that. I am so embarrassed and he just laughs at me. I ask him not to watch me as I run further into the trees and clean it on the forest floor. I've no pockets and no bag, but there is no way I am carrying it. So I bear the agony as I shove it back into myself.
We drive back to his house where he allows me to run in and clean myself up. He lets me look through the pics he has taken while his hand shoves my legs apart and his fingers grasp and twist at my clit. I love the way that he has kept me accessible all the time I have been there. He has fingered me whenever he has felt like it. He has kept me wet and ready for fucking. I will miss how slutty being kept like that has made me feel.
We eat and I start to think about the drive back. He has other plans and he asks me if I would like to try out another, thicker cane before I leave and how many strokes of the cane I would like to try. I ask for five and he seems to be pleased with the number.
He bends me over a chair and positions the cane across my ass. The cane thuds into me and within seconds I leap to my feet from the pain. "Fuck! That's much worse than I expected!" - "Get back down there and count the strokes." Each strike makes me leap up. There is no way that I would ever be able to stay put. After three, another two seem impossible, but I take it and I am rewarded with his cock in my throat again.
He moves behind me and fucks my cunt. My cunt isn't enough for him and he pulls me onto the floor by my hair and fingers my ass. I'm not sure that my ass can take anymore and I'm crying and screaming as he violates my ass again. He reaches forward and stuffs my knickers in my mouth and I yell and cry as he cums in me while I squirm beneath him. As he kisses the back of my head and grips my hand as he thrusts into me I feel something in my head give in and in my deluded imagination I believe that I am his.
And just as I feel I am getting to know and intuitively understand him, he is done with me and I realise what it was that bothered me about 'mine for the next 24 hours'. It was an encounter, a one-off, a lesson. I was searching for the reward of ownership in whatever form it could have taken under my difficult circumstances. The buzz of my experience carries me safely home but when I get in and rush to get online to tell him that I am back safely, I realise that there is no ownership. That disappointment coupled with the sub-drop forces me to try and deny my submission but I have fallen unexpectedly into the world of "scening" and I hate it. It reminds me of my college days when I stumbled around from one one-night-stand to another desperately searching for someone who understood what I needed. Twenty years on and I don't feel as though I have made any progress. As my body heals and the pain fades I feel sad. My mind spirals into a state of confusion that is only rationalised by the notion that I simply was not good enough. I imagined that when I found someone who knew what to do with me and who understood my fantasies and darkest thoughts, that I would be rewarded by the intensity of ownership.
As each subsequent conversation with him progresses I learn about my ugly, manipulative and possessive nature as I desperately argue my case for an ongoing d/s relationship. I watch out for signs that he wants me, but they are not there. I am encouraged to search for another and this devastates me.
I imagined that when a guy finally took the time to violate and exploit me, to prepare himself for playing with me and to think originally for our pleasure that it would be more intense than any compliment or gift. If a man could see into my mind, seek out my limits and push them then I would instinctively push myself for his pleasure. I very briefly felt those things but as hard as I tried to hold onto them, those delights were soon gone leaving a body and mind craving the need to be used and desperate for the opportunity to please.
To view this site you must be at least 18. If you are under 18 or do not wish to view adult content, you should leave. Adults Only.