7 Erotica Short Stories: Pleasures in Pain, Punishment, and Submission: (7 Story BDSM Anthology, Bare Bottom Spanking, Submissive Training, Domination and Submission, Domestic Discipline) Read online

  7 EROTICA SHORT STORIES:

  PLEASURES IN PAIN, PUNISHMENT, AND SUBMISSION

  By Lexie Syrah

  Copyright

  7 Erotica Short Stories: Pleasures in Pain, Punishment, and Submission

  Copyright: Lexie Syrah

  Published: June 11, 2015

  Publisher: Lexie Syrah

  Lexie Syrah has asserted her right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work. This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of both the copyright owner and the books publisher.

  Lexie Syrah (June 11, 2015). 7 Erotica Short Stories: Pleasures in Pain, Punishment, and Submission

  All characters in this book are over the age of 18.

  This book contains strong sexual content.

  What’s inside

  This 7 book bundle is filled with cheating wives, submissives being trained, and other amazing opportunities for a strong Alpha Male to punish a woman until she cries out in ecstasy. Each book is filled to the brim with sexy acts, but the essence of pain and punishment flows through every word.

  Contains

  Carnal Affliction Her Intro to Pain & Pleasure

  Punishment of the Cheating Wife

  More Punishment For His Cheating Wife

  Domestic Discipline of the BBW House Wife

  First Time Back Door Pain & Submission

  Submission to My Billionaire Boss

  Pain and Punishment of the Initiate

  7 EROTICA SHORT STORIES:

  Copyright

  Book One

  Book One: Chapter 2

  Book One: Chapter 3

  Book One: Chapter 4

  Book One: Chapter 5

  Book One: Chapter 6

  Book One: Chapter 7

  Book Two

  Punishment Of The Cheating Wife

  Book Two: Chapter 2

  Book Three

  MORE PUNISHMENT FOR HIS CHEATING WIFE

  Book Three: Chapter 2

  Book Four

  Domestic Discipline of the BBW House Wife

  Book Four: Chapter 2

  Book Five

  Veronica’s Carnal Knowledge

  Book Six

  Submission to My Billionaire Boss

  Book Seven

  Circle Of Blood

  Book Seven

  Part 2: A Baptism

  More Books For Your Pleasures!

  Thank You For Reading!

  Book One

  Carnal Affliction

  Her Intro To Pain & Pleasure

  Book One: Chapter 1

  The Life I Have Now

  My body is being brutally mauled by six different men. I feel the cheap rope they used to suspend my begging body burning my waist as it rubs every time I move. I will surely have marks on my body for a few days after this.

  As one of the men spread my individually suspended legs apart, I feel the rope that’s been wound around my thighs dig in and leave scratches as my already sensitive skin soars to higher planes of awareness. His small, yet rough hand comes down hard on the soft and fleshy inside of my thigh. I just know that his abuse will leave a bruise. His abuse is painful but inside I laugh at how little control he has over me. He said he was experienced but moves as though he’s only done this a time or two. On the other hand, the other 5 men are all being professionally precise in their punishments.

  The Fabio look-alike is looking at me hungrily. He grabs the black silicon cock ring off of the toy table. I love watching him lube up his cock and balls slowly, carefully working his balls through the ring and gently pushing his soft shaft through. It gave me such satisfaction watching this perfected ritual. Once he starts walking my way, I have the perfect view of his nice cock. Its girth is not too thick and its length is nice. Already, the cock that is about to be forced down my unready yet willing throat is growing stiff at a solid 7 inches.

  It doesn’t take very long before I realize that he is ready for me to open my mouth nice and wide. His eyes tell me that his needs will only be filled when I’ve become his messy little skank. He thrusts deep into my throat, over and over. He is desperate to see my body covered in his efforts. I love how firmly he grabs my tits before he starts using the ropes as leveraged to swing my body even harder into his cock as he tries desperately to choke the life out of me while simultaneously covering me in my own filth.

  I can hear his enthusiasm as I start to choke terribly on his member deep in my throat. He finally lets up when he feels the slimy liquid flowing from my body in a desperate release to get out around his deep prick. He lets up on my already filthy face for a moment, enough for me to gasp a few quick breaths before he ravages my destroyed throat again. I experience a short reprieve as shorter brown haired man shoves him unconfidently out of the way.

  I’m very grateful, I must say, that this cock is quite a bit wider but far shorter at maybe only 4 inches. This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE!

  As the shorter man’s small cock is trying its hardest to make its way down my throat, barely reaching my tonsils, it looks as if the other four are ready for me now. One is walking over with the mesmerizing black horse hair flogger, the handle bound in a perfect wrapping of red and black leather while the second man grabs a scary pair of stainless-steel butterfly nipple clamps. The third has nothing but his beautifully, but only semi-hard 9-inch black cock. The fourth seems to be holding back, simply watching, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking. What exactly it is he's saying with his eyes?

  What is it he is planning to do to me?

  As the third man wraps his monstrous black hands around his cock, quickly jacking it, it starts to swell. Once it is completely erect, I’m entirely terrified thinking about the fact it couldn't possibly get any larger but to my complete terror it does. This fucking cock must be at least 12 inches. Where does he think he’s going to put that? It doesn’t take long before I decide he's definitely going use my dripping pussy. Walking over with his intimidating obsidian cock, he tells the uneventful new guy to the scene to go play somewhere else.

  He grabs my hips and looks at me with a very stern chiseled face before saying, “This is going to hurt you and you’re going to love it, you fucking dirty slut. You said you wanted pain. Just wait until I get this cock nice and wet. It’s really going to tear you open when I shove it in your pretty white ass.”

  There is no fucking way that this man can get that cock into my ass. He decided that there would be no slowly, not for me, not today. He thrusts the gargantuan black cock into my pussy, shoving it in so hard that I truly think I’m a virgin as it forces primal screams of pain from deep inside my belly.

  The bellowing comes from the deepest parts of my body, and I am not sure at this point if it’s from the pain or from the pleasure, from being so used and knowing that it is just beginning. As he continues to pound my throbbing
muff, I try my hardest to not pass out from the enormity that is inside my body.

  The man with the nipple clamps places them on my perky nubs without mercy. They must be set to the tightest setting because the pain is excruciating. Every time the rock-hard black man thrusts his colossal black cock into me, pain radiates from them and mixes in my belly with the pain from my ravaged cunt. This swirling of pain in the very center of my being is absolutely taking me over the top.

  I actually think I may be able to cum tonight. I must admit that it would be nice to find a sweet release for once. No matter how hard I try, how many cocks I take, it seems as if sex mixed with pain does so very little for me at this point.

  I can now see what the fourth man, the watcher, is doing. I see him watching the ropes tying my body in place for the men to abuse and torture. His eyes continue to walk down the rope, completely focused on the complicated knots that hold me in place, that keep me from pushing them away in my pain and punishment. His face shows satisfaction at the obvious burns and scratches that cover my body. As he’s walking closer, he doesn’t look at me; he simply looks right threw me at the red marks, the spots on my body where there are now cuts from the rough ropes tearing into my skin.

  He runs his hands all over the areas where the ropes are tearing into me as though I am just another piece of art in a sadistic gallery. Strangely, his appreciation for my body as just another piece of art stimulates some hidden piece of my mind and I am brought to yet another higher level.

  It doesn’t take long before someone decides to position a bench beneath my body. Fabio crawls on top of the bench below my suspended body and thrusts his pulsing 7-inch cock straight into my ass. It’s more than I can take more, more than I can handle.

  I’m howling in ecstasy and trying to flail my bound arms. The flooding pleasures run from my body down around the big cock in my pussy and then onto the cock in my ass. It is far too much for the man with the short dick in my mouth and he shoots his load right into my pretty, waiting mouth, letting the final squirt run down my cheek.

  He squeezes my lips tight with his short stubby hands as if he is worried that I wouldn’t swallow. He tells me “Swallow my load you filthy skank,” and then spits on my face.

  He lets go of my mouth just before he spits on my face, so I decided to spit his load right back at him. It’s not that I have a problem with him spitting on my face, but it seems like he would be an easy one to provoke and work up into a fit.

  I’m right. I’m almost always right. I always seem to know the right buttons to push to get what I want while I am being fucked in unspeakable ways. As the cum filled spit hits his face, he goes into a rage. He grabs my hair with one hand and uses the other too harshly slap my face. He goes on and on, yelling at me, telling me how grateful I should have been to have his cum in my mouth while he continued to use my cheek as a slapping post.

  This must’ve been the first time anyone had done anything remotely like this to him. After one final hard smack to my face, he simply goes to the door. I know that I won’t have to deal with him again for the night, and hopefully ever again. The other men are laughing at the short dick fucker as he runs off to pout. They all seem happier now that there is far more room to truly use me, to sincerely show me what it means to own a woman’s body.

  The rope guy doesn’t take any time positioning himself in front of my face. I think he is going to give me his cock, but I am wrong. He bends over me, dangling his cock right in my face, just out of reach. There is nothing I can do about it as he starts binding my breasts, one and then the other.

  I can feel the blood rushing in and being unable to escape, the pressure shooting through my now swollen nipples.

  Still, the big black cock in my cunt and the other man with his delightful white cock deep in my ass send me over the breaking point again as they continue to destroy my holes. My body is shaking as they laugh, telling me that I was a good little whore, that I’m taking it so well that I must be asking for more.

  Then the flogging begins, making everything far more intense. It isn’t so bad on my ass, thighs, and my stomach, but when he starts to flog my freshly bound breasts, I can’t control myself any longer. My mind is in a frenzy, a deep sexual frenzy. They could’ve done anything at this moment, and I would have been completely happy about it. This is what I asked for. This was what I was looking for when I posted my ad. I had said that I wanted to be treated like a filthy pain slut, that I was looking for as many men as I could get into a room at one time, that any and all men were more than welcome. Only these men, these six extremely different men showed up to the location which I gave them for the chance to destroy my body.

  Book One: Chapter 2

  Expectations

  This is my life now. This is the life that I deserve. It all started so small and harmlessly. Thinking back now I can hardly believe that a ridiculous fight with my husband was the beginning of my afflictions. A fight that, as it turns out, was the beginning of the end. It started with him stumbling in at 4 o’clock in the morning after a night playing poker and drinking as much as he could before he had to come home. He woke me up as he was stumbling around trying to get into bed.

  I was at my boiling point because this seemed to be a very common occurrence, especially in the last year. As we got into a yelling match, he said the words that neither of us could ever possibly take back, “Your problem, Nicole, is that you never go out! You never try to make friends! You never want to do anything without me! I just wish you would be more independent! You need to get a life of your own and let me do what I want!”

  When Brian said those words, it cut me like a knife. He knew that I had given up all of my friends so that I could completely give myself to him, to be the wife every man would want. Most of these friends were men, but I had a few very close girlfriends as well. I’ve always had an extremely active and exciting sexual life. I had always given freely of myself whenever it felt right. I had given all of it up for Brian so that he would be able to love me as much as I loved him.

  Brian never liked my type of friends. He was never very fond of the fun-loving, free fucking people that I surrounded myself with. Once I started dating Brian, I saw my friends less and less. When he decided to propose, I had barely seen my friends for a whole year.

  I truly loved him even though we were complete opposites. Our romance was like something out of a movie; we fucked all of time and it was incredible and passionate. He was able to keep me grounded in the real world, and I was able to help him rise above it. I knew that there were things I would have to give up, things I would sacrifice if I chose to be with him forever, and I was willing to give any of it up for him.

  He told me that he never wanted me to work, especially once we got married. Brian made it clear that he expected me to stay at home and do the things that a respectable wife is supposed to do. He had dreams of me getting pregnant and having two children. He had always said that he wanted 2 children. Hopefully, one boy, the eldest, of course, and one baby girl, one pretty and perfect, little baby girl. After about a year of trying, I still wasn’t pregnant.

  We went to the doctors that had been suggested to us. We both had all the proper testing done. Every test in the book was run, from blood tests to biopsies. After waiting weeks upon weeks for the tests, the results were what I had feared, I couldn’t get pregnant. There was simply no chance of me ever bearing any children.

  Learning this, I tried my best to give him the life he wanted, the life I truly felt he deserved. I offered to get a divorce so that he could have a happy family. He deserved a wife that could offer him everything that he ever wanted.

  He refused, telling me, “I’m sure that we will work something out. There’s always adoption.”

  He made me so happy and I felt incredibly loved, but it didn't take very long before those words became a distant memory. Weeks became months and months became a year. He never brought up adoption again. Every time I made an attempt at broaching the subject, he sim
ply shut me down by changing to discussions on the weather or simply ignoring my attempts at talking to him.

  I became amazing at cleaning house, thinking that somehow I could make up for my shortcomings. Being alone seemed so natural at this point as Brian came home later and later and even started taking optional out of town trips for his company. When he was home, he was completely indifferent to me. The only time he ever seemed happy was when he went out and got shitfaced with his wild pack of friends.

  Book One: Chapter 3

  Girls Night Out

  I decided that if Brian wanted me to go out and have my own friends, to have my own life, I would. After all, I was an adult now and I could spend time with my old friends and still be a faithful wife, right? I decided that I would call Misty. She and I had always been the best of friends and had done everything together. We still talked on occasion and I always called on her birthday and she always called me on mine. She was always telling me how much everyone still missed me, and that they couldn’t wait for me to come back and be the party queen that I once had been.

  Later that day, around 2 o’clock on Friday, I called Misty to tell her what was going on and that she was right that I needed to have a life. She was over the moon at the fact that I called, that I was finally ready to go and do something, anything that wasn’t just sitting around my house all day. Always waiting to see if there was anything that I could do for Brian. Misty told me that I couldn’t have possibly called on a better day. That she had a plus one invitation to a special party and to make sure that I got to her house by 5 o’clock. We could do our makeup together to get ready for this extravagant event. She told me to make sure that I dressed sexy.