The Kink Diary - Volume 1 (Books 1 - 3 of "The Kink Diary")

By Ella Louise

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

1. 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.

2. 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.

3. 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.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Jan 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370984800

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The Kink Diary: Volumes 1 -3

BDSM Chastity Denial Erotica

By Ella Louise

~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~

Dominated & Denied

Dear Journal,

I assume this will be my first entry of many.

Master and I have been exploring some new, perhaps scary, things together recently, and he thought it would be a good idea for me to keep a journal of my feelings and reactions. To make sure nothing gets out of hand, I suppose. Having never really done anything of this nature before, I don't know whether the journal will help, but I accepted his suggestion as an order, so here I am. I asked him to keep one too. I don't think we'll ever read what the other of us has written, but he says the act of talking to someone, even if that someone is just paper, can help keep the often messy emotions under control.

I'm not sure where to begin, so I will start by writing about our last session, two nights ago.

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.

It wasn't a romantic thing. At least, not in the way I thought most people experienced love and romance. We didn't live together or have any plans for our future. We didn't spend nights together or go on dates that didn't involve some sort of kinky public sexual act. We tortured each other, probed the depths of trust, agony, ecstasy, and pure submission, and then he went home and lived his life while I lived mine. And still, I thought both of us experienced a connection with each other, a trust so deep it was almost a religious experience, that even the closest of normal couples could rarely hope to achieve. It was release, catharsis, therapy, utter surrender to another human being.

It wasn't that I trusted him not to hurt me. He was coming toward me with a flogger, and I saw upon closer inspection that he had tied some knots in the straps. Those would sting almost unbearably, and would certainly draw blood. I knew he would hurt me. And he knew I would like it. And we knew together that in this fucked up little exchange, we would be sharing a part of ourselves that no one else ever gets to see.

A tingle went up my spine, and my nipples tightened against the air. I gripped the cords holding my wrists to the bed, preparing myself for the first strike.

He looked into my eyes as he raised his arm. Sometimes, in the moment before he hits me or before I hit him, I can see a tiny half-smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Not in a cruel way, more like in that split second he has surrendered himself to whatever dark urges brought us here together. I knew the feeling well, and I had felt the same expression on my face before plenty of times.

But this time, he was all business. He hadn't even bothered to undress when he entered my bedroom, he had just crossed to the bed, tied me up, gave me a quick kiss, and went straight for our shelf full of toys. There was a tiny note of absurdity in the situation, as I was bound and naked and horny and he was still dressed in his work clothes, looking as if he could be called to a meeting at any moment. But I also knew that he wouldn't stay dressed for long. Not after he'd gotten me screaming.

His deep green eyes fixed themselves onto my blue ones, determined to feel everything I felt as he saw the emotions surge through me.

I couldn't help but cry out when the leather flogger slashed against my left breast. The knots bit into my flesh, raising fresh dots of red to the surface of my pale skin.

He moaned when I gasped.

He reared back again, this time to hit my right hip.

I strained at the cords binding my wrists and ankles, arching my back off the bed. The knots in the leather were agonizing, but I wanted him to keep hitting me. Every lash to me was like a lover’s tongue running over my body.

He struck me again and again, all over my body, but focusing on my breasts and hips. Normally, he would slap the flogger down over my wet pussy to make my exposed clit and folds sting and swell even further. But the knots he had tied on the straps might have done too much