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

By Darker Pleasures

Total Submission 2: Still More Erotic Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment, the 4th in the Tales of Submission series, features 8 more stories by some of the ‘net's best BDSM writers:

The Perils of Sunbathing - Lee Ash – Tina thinks Tom is pushy and dull. He thinks she’s prim and pasty. It all changes when they drive out to the country for a quiet picnic. What starts romantically changes when he ties her up. Once she’s naked and helpless, he shows her he’s anything but dull and treats her to sadistic sex and bondage that makes the burning summer sun seem tame in comparison.

She Flies Through the Air - Matt Nicholson – In three years, Kitten has grown into a sexual masochist eager to fulfill her Master’s dreams, actively searching for new ideas to please him. So when she sees a bold plan involving being suspended by her most private parts, she gladly lets him know. Her delight only grows when it comes time to try the risky scene, though she has to wonder if her parts will still work when he’s done.

A Hundred and Fifty Grand - Eric Von Schmizer – Joy can’t enjoy sex without bondage and lots of punishment to go with it. It’s a quirk that’s driven her to spend her inheritance to find people able to make her fantasies real. And finally, for only 150 grand, she’s found them. But Joy doesn’t know their real motive, or that it isn’t the money they want. It’s her breasts and body – and the pain they plan on giving them.

The Cold Point of Reality - Adult Writers – Shelly waits tables in a small town diner, putting up with the ass slaps and groping for tips. Every now and then, someone comes in who makes her wet – like the mystery man who leaves his card with the note, “Call me to change your life." Curious, she takes him up on his offer, only to find herself walking down a path of erotic BDSM and sexual slavery that will change her life forever.

Breaking Brooke - Elizabeth Faraday – To Brooke, vacations are about kinky sex. And, when it comes to kinky, the Green River Ranch has plenty of durable ranch hands eager to play. On her last night at the ranch, after she has been bound in a secluded barn, naked and helpless, she hopes they’ve saved the best for last. Little does she know, that’s exactly the plan – to break her the way they breaks the mares - by riding her hard and whipping and roping her in ways she’ll never forget.

Tits on the Table - Jude Mason – Candace has a hidden desire for a certain kind of breast torment, one that she’s found hard to ignore. She’s fed her fantasies with masturbation, self-torment and the Marquis de Sade’s stories of brutal sex. But she’s way too shy to come out. It isn’t until she finds secret enjoyment someplace unexpected that she decides to act, though she’s never imagined just where that action would lead.

Rewarding Dr. M - Vapourman – Zina Morganstern is a bright, beautiful plastic surgeon who cares only for money and for the thrill she gets from dark, erotic things she does to her clients while they sleep. Keeping that hidden, she’s reached success fast and without a hitch. That is, until an ex-client recognizes Dr. M’s perverse game and introduces her to the same dark, erotic and sadistic cruelty that has been her trademark.

Moving Violations - Norma Jeanne – “Shit!” is the first word out of Barb’s mouth when the lights come on behind her. When the handsome cop gets to her door, however, cursing is the last thing on her mind. After a couple minutes of flirting and cleavage flashing, she agrees to meet him later for what she expects will be a one night stand. But she soon learns his plans for her are a lot more long-term, and far more wickedly depraved than she imagined.

(This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme 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: Jun 4, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311898333

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Total Submission 2:

Still More Erotic Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment

Edited by Matt Nicholson

Total Submission 2:

Still More Erotic Stories of Female Bondage and Punishment

The Perils of Sunbathing

She Flies Through the Air

A Hundred and Fifty Grand

The Cold Point of Reality

Breaking Brooke

Tits on the Table

Rewarding Dr. M

Moving Violations

Copyright 2016, 2021 Darker Pleasures. All rights reserved.

Cover image by georgykopytin/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

Tales of Submission 3: Total Submission

Tales of Submission 5: Total Submission 3

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.

Table of Contents

Introduction by Matt Nicholson

The Perils of Sunbathing by Lee Ash

She Flies Through the Air by Matt Nicholson

A Hundred and Fifty Grand by Eric Von Schmizer

The Cold Point of Reality by Adult Writers

Breaking Brooke by Elizabeth Faraday

Tits on the Table by Jude Mason

Rewarding Dr. M by Vapourman

Moving Violations by Norma Jeanne

Introduction

After just getting back from an Internet excursion through a few reviews, I’m going to start my intro off with a confession. Not only is there a ton of female bondage, punishment, and submission in this book, it runs toward the hard and edgy side.

Despite the license notes and other fairly obvious statements saying as much, some people seem to have bought Tales of Submission anthologies with thoughts of feathers and sentimental romance or something. For people thinking in terms of Fifty Shades of Grey, I feel obligated to quote those license notes: "This fantasy work contains graphic language and hard, sometimes extreme, depictions of consensual, male dominant, female bondage, sadomasochism and sexual situations."

Keywords – hard, sometimes extreme. It’s erotic, but don’t expect Fifty Shades. It also leans heavily toward being boob-centric. There are other fun types of sexual torment, too, spanking, pussy play… But – tit torture. Just saying. No surprises.

Since the first three Tales of Submission anthologies are among our best sellers, and they all come with heaping helpings of the same thing, I don’t suppose most people have a problem with that. But every now and then I someone refunds a book, posts a grumbly review, send a critical e-mail, or makes some other Internet-y correspondence protesting about how hard some of the action is. In the interest of heading those folks off at the pass – romantic feather-wielders and lovers of gentle bondage, you have been warned.

Okay, so, what can you expect from this anthology? Keeping what I’ve just mentioned in mind, let me line it out for you by quoting each story’s plot summary. It’s easier that way.

The Perils of Sunbathing – Tina thinks Tom is pushy and dull. Tom thinks Tina’s prim and pasty. It all changes when he suggests they drive out to the country for a quiet picnic. What starts romantically changes when he over-powers her and ties her up. Once she’s naked and helpless, he shows her he’s anything but dull and treats her to sadistic sex and bondage that makes the burning summer sun seem tame in comparison.

She Flies Through the Air – In three years, Kitten has not only grown into a sexual masochist eager to fulfill her Master’s dreams, she actively searches for new ideas to please him. So when she sees a bold plan involving being suspended by her most private parts, she gladly lets him know. Her delight only grows when it comes time to try the risky BDSM scene, though she has to wonder if those private parts will still work when he’s done.

A Hundred and Fifty Grand – Joy is a masochist, unable to enjoy sex without bondage and lots of punishment to go with it. It’s a quirk that’s driven her to spend her inheritance to find people able to make her fantasies real. And finally, for only 150 grand, she’s found them. But Joy doesn’t know their real motive, or that it isn’t the money they want. It’s her breasts and body – and the pain they plan on giving them.

The Cold Point of Reality – Shelly waits tables in a small town diner, putting up with the ass slaps and groping for the tips they bring. Every now and then, someone comes in who makes her wet – like the hot mystery man who leaves his card with the note, Call me to change your life. Curious to spite herself, she takes him up on his offer, only to find herself walking down a path of erotic BDSM and sexual slavery that will change her life forever.

Breaking Brooke – To Brooke, vacations are about kinky sex. And, when it comes to kinky, the Green River Ranch has plenty of durable ranch hands eager to play. On her last night at the Ranch, after she has let herself be bound in a secluded barn, naked and helpless, she hopes they’ve saved the best for last. Little does she know, that’s exactly the plan – to break her as mercilessly as they breaks the mares - by riding her hard and disciplining, whipping and roping her in ways she’ll never forget.

Tits on the Table – Candace has a hidden desire for a certain kind of erotic breast torment, one that she’s found hard to ignore. She’s fed her fantasies with masturbation, self-torment and the Marquis de Sade’s stories of brutal sex. But she’s way too shy to come out. It isn’t until she finds secret enjoyment someplace unexpected that she decides to act, though she’s never imagined just where that action would lead.

Rewarding Dr. M – Zina Morganstern is a bright, beautiful plastic surgeon who cares only for money and for the thrill she gets from dark, erotic things she does to her clients while they sleep. Keeping that hidden, she’s reached success fast and without a hitch. That is, until an ex-client recognizes Dr. M’s perverse game and introduces her to the same dark, erotic and sadistic cruelty that has been her trademark.

Moving Violations – Shit! is the first word out of Barb’s mouth when the lights come on behind her. When the handsome cop gets to her door, however, cursing is the last thing on her mind. After a couple minutes of flirting and cleavage flashing, she agrees to meet him later for what she expects will be a one night stand. But she soon learns his plans for her are a lot more long-term, and far more wickedly depraved than she imagined.

So, let’s recap… Female bondage, punishment, and submission. Spanking, pussy torture and lots of boob busting. No sappy romance, feathers or elbow torture. Is everyone good? Good. Then read on and enjoy!

Matt Nicholson – May, 2016

The Perils of Sunbathing

By Lee Ash

It’s such a perfect day, sweetheart. Maybe we can take this outside and let you get a little color.

Tina shifted on the broken hay bale, rolled her eyes, and sighed. There it was. The ulterior motive she’d hoped wasn’t going to be there this time. The day had almost been ideal until then. The drive to the countryside had been very pleasant, and judging by the heavy knapsack Tom brought with him, he had a very special picnic planned.

She’d figured from the start it would end up with her being naked. Not that that was a bad thing. She’d dressed as provocatively as she could for him, after all. She felt deliciously naughty, with her heavy, bra-less breasts bulging beneath her thin, white blouse and the lower curves of her bottom showing below the edges of the red, lace-trimmed hot pants she’d picked.

As prominent as her strained blouse made her breasts, he’d hardly notice the shorts or what showed from under them. But that was okay. Tina had long since grown used to his obsession with her fat boobs. On her smaller frame, the double-D cups were massive. Since the day they met – on the beach, of course – he’d played with them. He was gentle in the beginning, but once he learned she’d let him, he became progressively rougher as time passed. She couldn’t say she minded.

When he couldn’t touch them, he maneuvered her into doing anything he could to make them bounce and shake. They jogged together, rode horseback, even trampolined with his sister’s kids. Topless had been his preference, one she indulged as often as she could. And sex… sex was always a torrid, violent affair that left her sore and usually sated.

Tom was usually great for her ego. Before he came along, she’d always been embarrassed by them. He had made them into such a kid-in-the-candy-shop fascination that it became endearing. But, his recent obsession with making her into some kind of tanned Internet ideal was different, and his comment just made her feel self-conscious.

She looked down at the twin, dark circles boldly showing through the sheer top and sighed again. If it weren’t for the cool breeze keeping them hard, they’d be growing soft in her disappointment. It had promised to be a lovely afternoon.

I’m light-skinned, Tom. We talk about this every time you bring it up. I don’t tan. I burn. I can’t stand being too hot. And I despise the boredom lying around sunbathing. I’m fine with that. It’s healthier.

Deciding it was time to end the argument, she went for the killer line to which she knew no man could respond. Don’t you like me the way I am?

She turned and fixed him with a smile that was meant to silence. Hands on her hips, she pressed her breasts out so their hardened tips showed even more dark contour through the shirt. She capped it off by rolling her shoulders enough to make them rock. Then she waited a beat for the subtext to sink in.

Of course I like you as you are, Tom agreed, his eyes following her swaying breasts. I just want to see what you looked like if your tits and ass weren’t so pasty.

Stung, Tina slid down from the hay and looked across the meadow in the direction of the car. They’d gotten married six months earlier. It had been on the fly, Vegas style, after two weeks of whirlwind partying and insanely awesome, most times bruising sex. Between all the bondage, spanking and wonderfully kinky escapades, she’d barely had time to make sure he had a legitimate job and clear him through criminalhistory.com. Now, she seriously wondered if she’d made a mistake.

That’s not what you said the first time you spanked them, or the hundredth. And you seem to have a fine appetite for white when you’re biting. Or have you been just trying to keep me suckered in with your gushing about how you loved the way your handprints and teeth marks show up on my ‘gorgeous white tits and ass’, you pig!

She turned to walk away, but before she could take a step, his left hand came out of nowhere and his fingers wrapped high in the front of her thin blouse. A moment’s panic tightened her chest when she remembered they were alone in the middle of nowhere. She hadn’t seen a soul in the final hour of their drive, and she didn’t remember the last sign of civilization.

Tom!

His hand shifted, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, his fingers sunk cruelly into the underside of her left breast. She grabbed his wrist, watching wide-eyed as his strong, hairy knuckles flexed as he kneaded her through the front of her blouse. His thumb found her nipple and drove painfully deep.

Unable to loosen his steely grip, she cried again, Tom! What the hell do you think you’re doing?

With a simple tug, he ripped the gossamer blouse open and exposed the inside of her right breast all the way to her areola. As always, she felt the mounds shake. His hungry stare was almost frightening. He may have been selfish and manipulative, but he was never this callous. It was so unlike him she couldn’t believe it was happening.

He wrenched the blouse upward, tearing it even more, and leered at the sight.

Finally, Tina found the strength to wrench herself from his grasp. Tom! This isn’t like you.

Sure it is, or I wouldn’t be doing it. Now take it off, he demanded.

She thought about defying him. But there was something in the way he spoke that made her afraid to refuse, a tone that said, If you don’t do it, there will be consequences.

Take it off.

She snapped back at him, I am!

She started to pull her blouse over her head, but he grabbed her hands and pulled them back down.

On second thought… He wrapped his fingers on either side of the long tear and ripped the blouse the rest of the way, opening it completely down the front. Then he wrenched the ruined garment down her arms behind her back. Once the blouse was down to her wrists, he used it to tie them securely. The practiced efficiency behind his actions scared her even more than the actions themselves.

Even so, under other circumstances, she would have been completely turned on by what was happening; it was the start to the perfect rape fantasy. She pictured him stripping her completely, tying her down somehow, then using her – abusing her tits and ass while he brutally fucked her until they were both spent and she could barely walk.

But this didn’t seem like a scene. He seemed genuinely angry, barely able to control his temper. Afraid to do any else that might make him madder, Tina forced herself to smile. The expression felt plastic and horribly out of place, but she couldn’t make it appear any more genuine.

Praying it would calm him, she stood still, hands bound behind her back, her bare breasts swaying for him to admire. With the open maw of the unpopulated countryside all around them, she felt alone, afraid and very vulnerable.

I know you’re wondering if I’m really some twisted and sadistic bastard, he mumbled.

He grabbed her left nipple and squeezed as he spoke. The cruel action did little to suggest he wasn’t what he’d just described, but the pain was still magnificent. A sweeping rush of agony thrilled through the sensitive tip and back into her breast. Gratifying or not, it took every effort to suppress a scream. She swallowed twice, stiffened her back, and tried not to pull away.

No, she agreed, desperate not to annoy him. It was difficult to speak without wincing. You’re not sick or twisted at all. The pain increased to near agony as he clenched his fingers tighter and pulled. Trying to make the question sound genuine and free from sarcasm, she gasped, You’ve done worse than this to me, and I’ve loved it. Why would I think that about you? The first part, at least, was true.

I’m doing this for you, Tina.

His hand grasped her right breast in a bruising, even bone-crushing, grip. She gasped and tried keep her face from giving away the raw anguish she felt.

Of course you’re doing it for me, she agreed. But, as he twisted her nipple with one hand and squeezed the other even harder, she gave up the pretense and spat between gasps, You’re torturing me because it’s good for me.

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