Tales of Submission: Erotic Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment

By Matt Nicholson

When it comes to erotic BDSM, most people think of floggers, vibrators, and clamps hidden in closets; and flavored oils, gags and blindfolds in the back of underwear drawers. Tales of Submission features nine sensual stories by nine great erotica writers that take erotic bondage and female punishment to new, orgasmic levels, levels that make the toys hidden in the back of closets and drawers seem tame.

"Games of Submission" by Ebony Kid
"You've Got Mail" by Elizabeth Daniels
"Memories of a Masochist" by Jude Mason
"Surprise!" by Matt Nicholson
"Do It Yourself" by Lee Ash
"Torture Me" by Cherry Lee
"Handyman" by Jon Hayworth
"Paying Her Dues" by Coco McCloud
"A Tropical Submissive" by Paula M.

** While you're at it, pick up the other anthologies in this series, “Tales of Submission 2," ”Total Submission," and "Total Submission 2," today! **

(Editor's Note: This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme sexual depictions of consensual female bondage and sexual sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darker Pleasures
• Release date: Sep 6, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465961440

Matt Nicholson

Matt Nicholson is a freelance writer and editor for Darker Pleasures Publications, which makes him lucky enough to have written or edited all, or parts of, every story Darker Pleasures has published.Matt is a fan of both hard breast-oriented BDSM as well as hard femdom CBT. His tales, and those of his co-authors, range from R-rated erotica to hard bondage and more extreme BDSM fantasy. Their stories are available individually or in a number of anthologies including the "Tales of Submission" series, the "Beat 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on breasts and BDSM, and the "Bust 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on ball busting and hard CBT.When asked about his work, he says, "My goal is to make your most daring dreams of tit torture or cock and ball torture come to life. I want you to want to be in my character’s shoes, no matter how far from safe and sane the scene might be. Depending on your kink, you might not dare some of it in real life, but the idea still makes your cock stir or your pussy wet. I want to make sure you can’t help but wonder. That’s why we have fiction, to get around real life sensibilities. You read it to live in a world of BDSM you can’t live outside of the covers of a book."So, if you dream of being on the receiving end of such things and think Matt may be onto something, sit back and spread your legs. If your fantasy is to take a pair of tits or balls to the cleaners, turn on your reading lamp and settle in. Oh, and hear would love to hear what you think at mattnicholsonwriter (at) gmail.com.

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Tales of Submission:

Erotic Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment

Edited by Matt Nicholson

Published by Darker Pleasures

Copyright 2012, 2021 Darker Pleasures. All rights reserved.

Cover image by anatolytiplyashin/123RF Stock Photos

Other Tales of Submission Anthologies by Darker Pleasures:

Tales of Submission: Erotic Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment

Tales of Submission 2: More Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment

Total Submission 2: Still More Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment

Total Submission 3: New Stories of Erotic Female Bondage and Punishment

Books and Anthologies by Matt Nicholson:

The Breast Punishment Primer

Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em: Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Some More: More Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Again: Still More Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Til Dawn: Even More Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

The Ultimate Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em: Dozens of Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

Collects all the Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em anthologies in one cost-cutting volume!

Bust ‘Em or Bite ‘Em: Erotic Stories of Ball Busting and Hard CBT

Bust ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Again: More Erotic Stories of Ball-Busting and Hard CBT

Bust ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Some More: Even More Erotic Stories of Ball-Busting and CBT

The Ultimate Bust ‘Em or Bite ‘Em: 27 Erotic Stories of Ball-Busting and Hard CBT

Collects all three anthologies, plus three more stories, in one price-saving volume!

Smashwords Edition, License Notes

This work of fiction contains graphic language and detailed descriptions of consensual and semi-consensual female bondage and sexual sadomasochism.  The actions depicted include extreme breast and genital punishment.  This work is written for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.  All acts depicted are fantasy. No persons associated with the writing or publication of this book bear responsibility for any harm to any persons resulting from attempts to perform these acts in real life. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or they are used fictitiously.  All characters depicted in this work are eighteen years of age or older.  Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  All rights are reserved, including the right to reproduce or redistribute this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.  For information, contact Darker Pleasures, webmaster at darkerpleasures.com.

You’ve Got Mail by Elizabeth Faraday

Surprise! by Matt Nicholson

Memories of a Masochist by Jude Mason

Games of Submission by Ebony Kid

Do It Yourself by Lee Ash

Torture Me by Cherry Lee

A Tropical Submissive by Paula M.

Paying Her Dues by Coco McCloud

Handyman by John Hayworth

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Introduction – Matt Nicholson

You’ve Got Mail – Elizabeth Faraday

Surprise! – Matt Nicholson

Memories of a Masochist – Jude Mason

Games of Submission – Ebony Kid

Do It Yourself – Lee Ash

Torture Me – Cherry Lee

Paying Her Dues – Coco McCloud

Handyman – John Hayworth

A Tropical Submissive – Paula M.

INTRODUCTION

When it comes to kinky sex, most people think of things like suede floggers, rubber dildos and a stash of clothespins hidden in the back of closets. Once the torment toys are out, the truly adventurous may add ball gags and blindfolds taken from an underwear drawer to the mix. Most fantasies finish out the ensemble with something like velvet rope or panty hose securely binding their lovely submissive’s wrists and ankles to the corners of a king-sized bed in the master bedroom. Imaginations go from there.

That’s what I had in mind for Tales of Submission: Erotic Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment. I hand chose some of Darker Pleasures’ best erotic stories focusing on the fine art of tying up, tormenting and doing really fun sex things with submissive women in the household setting. After all, since some of the best kink comes after we’ve thoroughly vetted and scored a sexy partner, a lot of us can relate to wanting to tie other knots and start playing a little rough as soon as humanly possible afterward.

In the following pages, you’ll find nine sensual stories by some great erotic writers. They all paint stimulating pictures of relatively conventional BDSM—lots of bondage, tormented breasts, some pussy teasing and spanking and other kinds of erotic punishment that happens between consenting husbands and their blissfully submissive wives.

Granted, a couple of the stories take a decidedly modern twist on the scene. Elizabeth Faraday’s You’ve Got Mail and Cherry Lee’s Torture Me both play with women who have unconventional Internet lifestyles they’ve kept hidden in the closet. Others, like Jude Mason’s Memories of a Masochist well-equipped dungeon and Ebony Kid’s Games of Submission immaculate playroom, trade multi-media rooms for less conventional entertainment rooms, but still...

I suppose my home invasion, pool table bondage party in Surprise! doesn’t much qualify as conventional either, any more than the remodeling does in Lee Ash’s Do It Yourself or John Hayworth’s Handyman.

And sure, neither Coco McCloud’s Paying Her Dues nor Paula M.’s A Tropical Submissive even take place in a house or under circumstances most any of us have probably considered, but they do... um…

Right.

And on further examination, I’ll admit that the stories I’ve chosen don’t always stick to the normal types of kinky toys—floggers, dildos and nipple clamps and the like—, either. A couple of the stories branch into hand tool territory. One takes a decidedly culinary turn. There are also pool cues and party balloons, hypodermic needles, champagne bottles and candles, canes, wood trim and a Cuisinart.

Got you! There’s no Cuisinart. There is an angle-grinder, though.

So I may have been mistaken about the situations and toys being conventional. At least the stories all involve submissive wives who consent whole-heartedly to all the nipple-twisting, clit-pinching, spanking and other fun. Well, at least for the most part…. except for maybe a little bit, here and there and ignoring the fact that not all of them are even married.

Well, the men are all dominant and the women submissive….kind of.

Okay, maybe I should have used the term ‘semi-consensual’ in a few cases.

At least one of the stories does take place in the bedroom, on a bed, with bound limbs and toys previously hidden in a closet. There are a couple of nipple clamp scenes. I’m sure there are at least one ball gag and a blindfold.

Yeah, maybe it’s time for me to re-evaluate my whole take on this introduction.

Tales of Submission: Erotic Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment.

Submission—yes, the women all give in, usually of their own free-will, eventually. So… check.

Erotic stories—nine stories that will definitely get the juices flowing… check.

Female bondage and punishment—all the women are tied up a lot.

Breasts, bottoms and girl bits twisted, clamped, pinched, bit, spanked, poked, hand-tooled… most assuredly check.

Even though the premise of my introduction was a little off, I trust you’ll find these erotically sadomasochistic stories hot and entertaining. In the meantime, I’ll keep working on my introduction-writing skills.

Matt Nicholson – 2012

YOU’VE GOT MAIL

By Elizabeth Faraday

Hi, honey. Miss me?

Cindy stifled a startled gasp as her boyfriend spoke from the door behind her. She quickly spun in her chair, hoping it would be enough to block the screen.

Of course, she lied, her stomach clenching in panic as she swiftly gauged the distance from where he stood to her computer. Could he see the e-mail she had open on the screen? That was quick.

I didn’t need as much as I thought for the project, so I ended up going to the local hardware instead of Home Depot. Brandon leaned against the doorframe and folded his arms across his chest. What’re you up to?

Oh, nothing much. Just cleaning out my e-mail. Got a bunch of glurge from my family, as usual. Cindy reached for her mouse as nonchalantly as possible and closed her open letter, silently cursing him for not staying gone just a bit longer. She’d been almost finished with her response to her newest contact from the Submission Sex chat room, and now she’d have to do it all over again.

Must be some hot e-mail, Brandon teased. If your shirt was any thinner, I think your nipples would be poking holes through it.

In spite of herself, Cindy flushed. It’s the air conditioning. You keep it cold enough to house polar bears in here. She hoped he hadn't seen her absently tweaking them just moments before.

Sorry. Brandon shifted guiltily, as Cindy had known he would. Want some coffee? I just put a pot on.

Sure, sounds great.

She felt a flash of irritation as she watched Brandon leave. It was great that he was thoughtful, but sometimes he was almost too nice, especially when it came to sex. He couldn’t have been farther from the contacts she’d made in the chat room. On the other hand, while she liked to read about what the internet ‘Masters’ liked to do to their women, there were some types of bondage they seemed almost obsessed with that she wasn’t sure about - breast bondage, for example.

She didn’t think her tits could take even half of some of the things they claimed they forced their women to take, but it made for erotic reading as long as they didn’t obsess too much on the topic. And it made her horny as hell thinking about the things they did she thought she could take.

Still, she told herself, better Brandon than an unknown quantity. For all she knew, half of the ‘masters’ looked like toads and smelled like pigs. Still, they gave good letter. Glancing once behind her to make sure Brandon hadn’t yet returned, Cindy opened up her latest e-mail and began re-reading it, quickly becoming absorbed.

When Brandon looped the gag around her head, it took her completely by surprise.

Her mouth filled with what tasted like an incredibly dry strip of cotton, Cindy started to rise, only to be shoved back down into her chair. His hands locked around her upper arms and yanked them behind her, forcing her back to arch uncomfortably.

Glurge, huh? Doesn’t look like the usual Neiman Marcus cookie recipe or over-circulated jokes to me.

It was definitely Brandon’s voice and Brandon’s hands, from what Cindy could see, but the tone was one she’d never heard from him, and the carelessly brutal way he was handling her was totally unlike him. She started to protest, only to have the words lost in the muffle of the fabric. Fingers crushed into the soft flesh of her arms, wringing out a gasp of pain from her.

Don’t bother trying to explain, you lying little bitch. Brandon’s words were soft and even, but Cindy froze at the quiet menace in them. "I’ve read the e-mails. All your complaints to your computer buddies about how I’m not forceful enough. How you’d just love to experiment with bondage but your boyfriend is just so, so vanilla. How you wish he’d spank you and hurt your titties. He gave a short, harsh laugh. I try to treat you like a queen and you don’t appreciate it. Let’s see how you like being treated the way you say you want."

She felt a smooth, thick cord looping over her arms, tying them firmly behind her head. She tried to stand, but found he’d attached the cord to the chair. He laughed again at her attempt and spun her around in the chair to face him. There was no way to read his intent from his expression. His eyes held nothing but a cold glitter. He pushed her legs together and trussed them up as well as he talked.

I noticed several months ago that you were starting to spend more and more time on the computer. At the same time, I noticed that your attitude towards me was changing with almost a hint of contempt at times. I couldn’t think of anything I was doing that was different, and the only thing that had changed…was the amount of time you were on the computer. So I decided I’d see why.

Casually, he took the hem of her thin tank top and pushed it up over her breasts, then stopped to survey his work. Though she still wore her shorts, Cindy felt horribly self-conscious. He’d seen her naked countless times, but there was something altogether different about this, as if she was nothing more than a doll to be posed. Seeing her expression, he laughed and roughly tweaked a big nipple, gouging a fingernail across it as he raked it away. Her eyes widened at the callous abuse. He had caused her more deliberate pain in thirty seconds than he had accidentally in their entire relationship.

Your letters with your friends were very instructional, I must say. Not to mention all the things you told them you liked. Things that you scoffed at when we talked about them or saw pictures of them.

He picked up a sheaf of paper and waved it under Cindy’s nose. Her eyes widened as she recognized the e-mail addresses printed on them. I know you deleted quite a few of them, but you were kind enough to keep a number of the best. And since you were so upset about my lack of forcefulness, as it were, I decided I’d conduct a few forcible experiments.

Leaning back against the desk, he pulled a piece of paper from the pile and scanned it, then gave her a slightly amused glance as he put it aside. "Ah, yes, one of the first. Master Chris. A fairly tame one to start with, I think."

Picking up a clothespin, he pinched her nipple between his fingers, drawing it out long and flat until she winced and struggled slightly against her bonds. He had to have noticed, but he gave no sign that he had done so. As considerate as he usually was of her, it made him seem that much more of a stranger. She stared down at her stretched out nipple, at the clip waiting, jaws open, for her flesh. Fussily, he shifted the open clip from place to place, choosing just the right spot. Then, without warning, the clip snapped from his fingers, crushing her nipple.

Oops, got away from me. He didn’t sound at all sincere. Let’s see if I can do better on the second one.

The second one not only ‘slipped’ from his fingers, it caught a piece of her skin between the wood and the metal hinge. Cindy let out a muffled cry of pain. Carelessly, Brandon yanked it back.

Silly me, must be all those vanilla tendencies of mine that make me so inept with these things, don’t you say? He snapped his fingers. You know, I just remembered. I poured that coffee and completely forgot to bring it in.

Cindy watched in horror as he strolled out, obviously in no rush to return. Unable to so much as shift position, she alternated watching the clock on the taskbar of her computer and watching her nipples puff up purple around the edges of the wooden clips. By the time he returned – some ten minutes later – her back felt as if it would break from the unnatural arch it had been forced into and her nipple tips were the reddish purple color of grapes.

She looked up at him imploringly, but he just released the rope that bound her wrists to the chair. I decided I wanted to get something to eat, too. No sense in having the scenery wait in here when I could be enjoying it over breakfast. He tapped another printed letter. Remember Marten?

Did she! Cindy had deleted many of Marten’s letters – he was a little too much into torture for her taste – but she suspected now that she hadn’t deleted enough.

Taking hold of her left elbow, he started pulling her roughly up from the chair. She stared at him in confusion. He hadn’t untied her legs. How did he expect her to get there?

As if in answer, he furled up the end of the rope around her and slapped her sharply across the bottom of her right tit, paying no attention when she jerked backward from the sting of the lash and whimpered in pain from both the blow and the clothespin as it bounced and tugged on her throbbing nipple.

When he pulled up on her elbow again, she all but leapt from the chair. Brandon pointed to the door. The kitchen. Now. Move it!

Hop, he ordered. And really jump. I want to see those tits jiggling, and if I don’t….

He left the rest unsaid, but Cindy had no trouble recalling some of Marten’s threats and started hopping for the door. Brandon watched as she slowly made her way from the computer room to the kitchen. For the first time in her life, Cindy wished she was a little smaller than a D cup. Her tits were pretty firm, but if she didn’t land hard enough to make them bounce enough for Brandon, he slapped the rope across her bottom. By the time she finally made it to the kitchen, her rear hurt almost as much as her nipples, almost. Panting around the gag, she leaned against the counter and waited numbly while Brandon studied the letter in his hand.

As he read, he casually reached out and yanked the clips off her nipples. The blood-starved tissue stung and throbbed. Brandon kept reading, ignoring both her whimper of pain and her frantic attempts to try to rub away the hurt.

Here it is, he announced. My idea of the perfect breakfast is to have my toy tied up and waiting for me, like a lovely, tortured present, while I enjoy my meal. Her pain is the best seasoning any food could have.

Setting the letters down, he picked her up and dumped her unceremoniously on the breakfast bar, hard enough that her shirt fell back down over her breasts. He pushed her about until she was propped against the wall. Cindy stiffened as he pulled her wrists over her head, wrapping them tightly, and then sliding the rope over a small hook she had once used for a plant.

He pulled her top back up and tweaked one plum-hued nipple, the surface tight and shiny from abuse, chuckling a little as she gasped.

Look like grapes….all nice and juicy. Wonder if they’d pop if I twisted more? Just…break open.

Cindy closed her eyes against the tears starting in them as he suited action to words. Just when she thought her nipple actually would do just that, he stopped. She sagged in relief against her bonds as he went to pop a couple of waffles into the toaster. While they heated, he folded his arms across his chest and studied her critically.

That’s rather a plain position. Not nearly enough pain for there to be any ‘seasoning’. He reached again for the letters and shuffled through them. Cindy strained to see which letter he was holding, but couldn’t make it out at that distance.

"Ah! Bruno. He slanted an ironic look in her direction. Better than Brutus, I suppose. Anyway, our pal Bruno said he really liked the ‘layered look’. Let’s give it a shot, shall we?"

After slapping the outside of her left breast hard enough to leave a fading pink mark, laughing coldly as she cried out around her gag, he crossed the room and scooped up a bra she’d discarded the night before. When he walked back to her he closed a hand in a cruel grip beneath her left breast and yanked a cup beneath it. He repeated the process with the opposite breast, crushing grip and all, then snapped the hooks together in front, not bothering with the straps. Yanking the cups partially up her breasts, he studied the effect and then shook his head.

Nope, I think we still need some more. Let’s see, what if we do this?

Quickly, he untied the rope that was holding her wrists high. Once they were free from the pillar that had held them, he took his fork and lightly prodded at her right