The Kink Diary – Volume 1

This sexy bundle includes the first three stories in the ongoing series The Kink Diary.

Dominated & Denied

Hello, reader. I have decided to make my journal public for you to enjoy, hopefully as much as I enjoyed experiencing the things I have written about. If you follow my journey, you'll be treated to the depths of my BDSM lifestyle, through all the ups and downs, pain and pleasure, domination and submission, and utter kinky surrender that I have chosen to share with you.

For obvious reasons, my partner and I will remain anonymous.

Keep your toys and handcuffs close, dear reader. You'll be needing them.

Texted, Teased, and Trapped at Work

Sexting. Chastity belts. Pleasure denial. Deep throats and facials. Utter submission to my unrelenting Dom. And this is just day two… I've taken the leap of publishing my very private, very kinky journal to the world. All you have to do is enjoy.

Earning My Pleasure

I hope you've been following along, dear reader, because things are really heating up now.

After being ordered to by my Dom, I invited my work friend home for the evening for a little bit of group play. I was so excited to be a part of her very first introduction to a kinky lifestyle. With all the ropes, toys, and broken boundaries, it turned out to be a menage none of us will soon forget.

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He stood over me with the flogger in his hand. I knew the short leather straps would whip my skin into a red and white pattern of pain and pleasure in a matter of minutes. We did this frequently enough that the two sensations…pain and pleasure…were starting to feel like the same thing in my mind.

I lay spread-eagled on my bed, my ankles and wrists bound to the posts of my headboard and footboard. When we started seeing each other, he had instructed me that this is where I should be waiting for him before each of our appointments. In bed, naked, ready to be tied up, already dripping with anticipation. I was to leave a key with him so he could enter and exit my house whenever he wished.

It was hard to believe it had already been two months since we made our arrangement. Since then, this man—this stranger who happened to share an interest of mine—had become such a huge part of my life that I was starting to wonder what I would do when our arrangement drew to a close. Surely, as attractive, single people, one of us would sooner or later begin a relationship, and the nature of our activities together would no longer be appropriate. But until then, I had him, and he had me.