BDSM Stories: Mommy’s Domesticated Little Slut

With the blindfold buckled into place, Mommy has denied me the privilege of seeing her luxuriate just a few dozen feet away, past the ornate metal grill separating the bathroom from the rest of the sumptuous hotel room. I imagine the little waves lapping at her perfect body, nipples floating just above the surface. Mommy’s …

Mistress Blunt New York City BDSM

BDSM Stories: D/s Relationship Indoctrination Protocol

This is the story of my submission to Mistress Blunt, as experienced through her clips. I am grateful that Mommy has shared so much of herself through her content, granting me a world of desire and pleasure to explore, at her leisure. This is the path that I followed, and like all good journeys, it …

Ai rendering of a dominatrix imprisoning her submissive in a shipping container after his abduction

BDSM Stories: Bondage Abduction to Mommy’s Dungeon

He jolted awake to the hiss of equalizing air pressure, as the pod entombing him unsealed itself. With his first conscious thought, he grasped desperately at the wisps of an intense dream that rapidly receded back into the depths of his subconscious. With the luxury of time, he might have savored the psychic aftertaste of …

BDSM Stories: Prey for Mommy Domme

I knew I would like the hotel. Mommy had recommended it, so graciously given the circumstances. As I walked through intimate corridors of sumptuous, deep red wallpaper and ornate mahogany, decorated with an endless collection of vintage artwork, I felt like I had been invited to the lodge of a secret society. I also couldn’t …

Mistress Blunt and her submissive D/s

BDSM Stories: Bondage and Orgasm Denial in Mommy’s Basement

I heard the basement door open, and I dropped to my knees. Automatically, my hands found their positions on my lap, and my gaze came to rest on the floor in front of me. Mommy was descending the stairs, and I felt each footstep as it rang out from her boots, reverberated through me, and …

BDSM Stories: Piss Play & Watersports (Thank You, Mistress)

No one has ever pissed on my face or into my mouth before, and it was something I’ve always wanted to do, especially with her. I’ve often thought about, and rarely (if ever) discussed, showing up to our regular service day with a coffee that she then pisses in. (Thank you, Mistress.)

BDSM Stories: Bondage, Findom & Public Play with Mommy

My steps slow as we approach the garage where I parked. Mistress Blunt turns back to face me, illuminated by a solitary street lamp. She is a vision straight out of a movie, voluptuous in a scarlet red dress, completely at ease in her leather jacket, layered belts, and boots. It is a cool, wet …

BDSM Stories: Worshiping Mommy’s Leather Boots

I’m standing in the doorway. She’s standing in the middle of the room in front of a chair with dark wooden legs, arm rests and a black leather seat. My breath is caught in my chest as my eyes focus on her. Black lace lingerie, her curly hair resting on her shoulders.