457 Quotes About Bdsm

Scriabin,” I sob…

There was no going back and that was exactly what she craved.Deep breath.“Consent.

She raised her fist to knock as the door swung open. She jumped.“My two-o’clock, I presume.” Konrad Drummond jerked his head, wordlessly ordering her inside.“Uh, yes, I—”“Take off your clothes.” He stalked back inside, ignoring her proffered hand. “Toss ‘em anywhere.

God, he was an evil bastard, but boy was he good!

Part of me wants to make this boy bruise, bleed, and sob, and part of me wants to soothe him and care for him. The tipically complex yearnings of the kinkily queer.

If he was in danger of anything at all, it was spontaneous submissive combustion due to his master’s teasing.

Busy day ahead. Things to do. People to beat. A Dominatrix's work was never done.

Strange though, I never took you for a nympho.

The club was only dimly lit aside from the flashing strobes and rotating beams casting their vibrant glow over the pulsing, writhing crowd. The heat of the club was a stark contrast to the chill of the air outside, and she pulled slightly at the sweater, cursing her modesty for quite possibly the first time.