True Dirty Stories

Offer, Instruction, and Demonstration

BDSM stories, Hardcore

I’d been living in Amsterdam – yes, where the tulips come from – for two years when in the post one Saturday morning I received a notice of termination of my residential tenancy.

The same day, in the evening, I joined my friends in a bar, broke my bad news, received their commiserations, and bad-mouthed the landlord.

I wasn’t currently in a relationship, and some of the friends I was drinking with – women and men – were similarly unattached. Piers was an exception, having lived with Anika for the past three years. She was from Sweden, in her early twenties, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. I didn’t know much about her except she had worked as a stripper when she was a teenager.

Piers wasn’t one of my closest friends, so I was pleasantly surprised when he took me aside during the evening and made me an offer, saying, “I have to go to Bonn for six months. You could rent my apartment while I’m away if you’d like. It comes complete with everything.”

I didn’t know what to make of the odd way he had emphasised the last word, but I said, “That sounds ideal... Anika will be going with you I assume.”
“She’s staying.”
“Won’t she mind sharing the apartment with a relative stranger?”
“I think you’ll turn out to be her type. I’ve watched you with women – you exercise a natural dominance.”
“What do you mean?”
He smiled, as if he was keeping a secret to himself, and proposed, “Come round tomorrow night, take a look over the apartment, and I’ll explain. You can make up your mind after that.”

Anika opened the apartment door with a welcoming smile. The collar round her neck might have looked incongruous even if she had been wearing clothes. Her skin was flawless, right down to having no body hair, and her fully exposed figure left nothing visually to be desired – all perfect curves and soft swellings.

Polite as a maid, ignoring my startled reaction to her nudity, she invited, “Please come in. Piers is waiting in the lounge.” She led the way down a short hallway lined with artworks that I barely noticed, just aware that Anika looked as good from the rear as she had from the front.

Having been greeted at the entrance to the apartment by a gorgeous woman in the nude I had some idea of what I might be walking into. Piers and Anika obviously had an unconventional relationship and, as he welcomed me and gestured to a chair, it seemed he was accustomed to having guests while Anika was in a state of undress. (Not that I had heard of any of my other friends having a similar experience.)

Anika stayed standing. She poured Bourbons when Piers suggested that was what we might drink, and served them from a silver tray. Afterwards she knelt in front of us, legs spread, head down, hands on thighs, with her palms up.

“As you’ve probably gathered,” Piers said, “Anika is my sub… I guess you don’t know what that means. She works in the outside world as a nurse, but she’s committed herself to me, and I own her. That means that while she’s here in the apartment she gives up control the whole time.”

Anika did not lift her head. Now without shame, I took in the naked exposure of her kneeling figure, and felt a new kind of arousal. I guess I understood as little about the real practice of BDSM as most people. I’d heard the gist of the “Story of O” and I’d assumed there were a few women in the modern world like her, but I’d never expected to meet one.

Piers went on, “I’ll transfer her temporary use with the apartment by assigning her contract to you for six months. It is very important that you stick to it. If you don’t you’ll be evicted.” He smiled. “I don’t think you’ll find it too restrictive. She’s into what we in BDSM call consensual non-consensuality – within safe limits of course. If she ever says ‘Venus’ you must cease whatever BDSM activity you are engaged in together. Remember that. It’s her safeword. If you don’t stop she’ll no longer trust you, your contract with her will be breached, and you will be evicted immediately.”

I asked him what ‘consensual non-consensuality’ meant. It sounded like a contradiction in terms. He said, “It means her consent to BDSM is given as read without foreknowledge of what is planned for her.”

I took him at his word, though I wondered how anyone as lovely, soft, and feminine as Anika would accept such a bizarre arrangement of her life.

“Normally,” Piers continued, “I would have auctioned her off for six months to the highest bidder in the BDSM community here, but she begged me for a vanilla … someone not yet into the lifestyle. She suggested you last night when she heard you needed accommodation.” He fixed me with his gaze. “The rent won’t come cheap, of course.”

I was sufficiently well remunerated for it not to matter, and he probably knew that. He asked, “Are you interested?”

My eyes went back to Anika, coming to rest on her pubes. She’d leant back a bit, and a hint of pink peeped from the slit between the tops of her hairless labia. The fact she had suggested an arrangement with me was flattering.

I’d never been in a BDSM relationship, but I knew by the way my cock was behaving, just at the idea, that I’d find it stimulating (if I could get used to it, that is) and the evidence was before my eyes that Anika would be willing, difficult as I still found that to believe, or the idea her sexual services and body could be traded among men by Piers.

His voice distracted me, “If you don’t want to practice S & M with Anika she’ll do vanilla sex for you… Why don’t I get her to show you around the apartment before you make up your mind/”

Anika’s blue eyes lifted to meet mine as she rose obediently to her feet. The tour didn’t take long, and she didn’t seem to mind my eyes lingering on her nipples or her pubes as she guided me. The last room she showed was, in her words, “the dungeon”. She explained as she opened the door and turned on a dim light, “It has BDSM equipment and play space.”

I glanced around from the doorway. I guess I was looking at the usual paraphernalia -finding it both intimidating in its potential sadistic cruelty and exciting in the prospect of having Anika’s lovely bare flesh tied to or abused by it, even though the possibility still seemed an unreal fantasy.

I only got a quick impression of what was inside the dark-walled room before she closed the door. Still standing close to me, she said, “I am open to soft limits.”
“That means?”
“If there’s something I’m hesitant to do, or nervous to try, I may within reason be willing to negotiate over it.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Don’t be a wannabe.”
“Pardon?”
“Don’t act knowledgeable until you are. Piers will instruct you.”
“How do you feel about his going away?”
“I’ll miss him.”
“And you want me in this arrangement he’s proposed?”
“That was always his decision to make. But if you are looking for flattery then you would not be unattractive to me as my dom. If you prefer not to have that role you can of course let other doms use me as their sub. But you would have to supervise.”

Her willingness to accept the latter option shocked me. “Does Piers do that?”
“Not yet, but he has said he will when he’s ready to.”
“When he’s tired of you?”
She looked insulted. “When he wants to humiliate and subjugate me by allowing other men to use my body while he watches.”

I was, I decided, vanilla enough to want to keep her to myself.

“We’d better go back to the living room,” she said. There, once I’d said I would accept Piers’ offer, she resumed her previous kneeling posture, and he began my instruction, lecturing me about “good pain” and “bad pain”, endorphin rush and aftercare; warned me about edge play, and – as my erection seemed to stiffen even more – he described Anika’s “hard limits”. He suggested that, for the start of my "tenancy", I stick to making Anika practice chastity and tease her with erotic sexual denial. He went on to talk about other BDSM techniques such as abrasion, bondage, breath control, play-rape, and the like. He concluded, “What would you like to see demonstrated?”

The offer was more than I expected. I looked at Anika’s beautiful sexual parts then back at Piers. I shrugged. “Something that will push her limits I guess.” It seemed the time to demonstrate that she would stay the sub in the increasingly attractive relationship I intended to develop with her.
“Such as?” he was testing me.
“Piercing is an idea that appeals.
“Genitorture. One of my favourite activities, but not Anika’s.”

She had lifted her head to study us, her eyes brighter than before. “If only to please you, master, but provided you buy me an expensive dress and take me to dinner before you go to Bonn.”
“Oh I think it will please more than me, Anika, and you may have your bargain.”
“There’re two more conditions,” she negotiated earnestly. “You have to let me cum if I’m able, and you both have to fuck me after the piercing.”
Piers assessed my willingness. “I’m sure we can both accommodate her in that way.”

My cock got the dry heaves.

Piers ushered us to the dungeon, standing aside for Anika to go through first, obviously enjoying the sight of her naked body as she walked. The rate of her breathing went up as soon as she crossed the threshold, her bare breasts rising and falling more noticeably. She backed to the centre of the room. Four leather loops hung from chains fastened to the ceiling above her. She put her wrists through two loops then retreated to fit her ankle into a third with her left leg lifted. A very masterful and stern-looking Piers helped her place the last loop over her right ankle. She hung suspended, nude, facing the floor, her limbs stretched upwards, the rear chains spaced at the ceiling so that her thighs were held wide open, and her labia drawn apart. The pink entrance to her cunt was wet.

Her discomfort, her rendered helplessness, and her willingness to expose herself in a way few women would, sent a rush of sexual excitement from a dark place in my mind. If you applied the social norms to which I was accustomed, what we were doing was taboo. Somehow, though, Anika could submit to it, and even seem to enjoy the experience sensually, or sexually.

Piers beckoned me to stand beside him, between her suspended legs, and take a tray of sterilised needles from his hand. Like a doctor, he swabbed her bare pubes, making her flinch and tauten either from the coldness of the swab on her privates or because it stung.

Piers explained, “It’s just to prevent infection. It has no anaesthetic properties.” His sombre manner increased the unreality of the situation, and of what we were doing, adding to my sexual tension. Anika’s vaginal wetness suggested she was also stimulated by her part in it.

“Don’t be shy,” Piers addressed me. “You don’t have to cream your pants. Take your cock out if you like. You can cum on her back or buttocks when you feel the need.”

He took the lead by releasing his elongated organ from his flies. I took mine out just to relieve the restraint of my underwear and trousers. Piers looked approving. “She’ll be delighted to see you have one that large.”

Anika squirmed and, in front of us, her entrance dilated a fraction more, sending a thrill up my shaft. Piers said, in all seriousness for the occasion, “She has rather splendid genitalia, don’t you think?”

I wouldn’t describe myself as a genital connoisseur but there were definitely some women I liked the look of more than others, and Anika’s genitalia measured up in every respect. “She’s quite the prettiest woman I’ve seen in all of Amsterdam.”
Piers admonished, “You’ll spoil her with compliments like that.”

He selected a needle. My stomach knotted, my cock jerked stiffly, and I only just managed to hold back my jism.

Piers commented, “She has a greater tolerance for anal torture. Says it’s more impersonal than in the area of her cunt. But you point to where you want to see her pierced.”

Following the pointer, he stabbed the needle at least half a centimetre into the puffy hairless labium on the right. Anika instantly jerked in her restraints and let out a protesting squeal that turned into a lasting groan of pain.

Piers’ breath hissed from his throat.

The needle had gone in on an angle, and stayed imbedded. We both stared at it as if it had suddenly appeared in her labial bun by itself.

Anika was panting.

“Slow your breathing,” Piers told her. “in … out. In…” he made her hold it longer “…out. Slow like that.”

He stroked his cock as he waited for her breathing rate to come down, and then took another needle. This one he jabbed, more upright, into the labium on the left, checking that I watched his technique as much as the piercing.

I saw that he lowered his knuckles near her flesh first, and then stabbed the needle downwards with a flick of his wrist, the sharp point penetrating the shaved labial skin and sinking in.

Anika’s throat settled into a keening groan.

“Are you enjoying the pain, slag?”
“YE-ES!”
“I intend to give you more.”
“I’d like MO-ORE, master, PLE-EASE!” She sounded meek but breathless, and eager at the same time.

Piers pinched a section of one of her thin inner labia between his thumb and forefinger. Anika let out an anticipatory squeal, and Piers plunged a needle through from one side to the other, leaving the metal ends softly supported by her outer pussy lips. In the sway of sensual ecstasy, Anika groaned in her deviant pleasure.

Piers guided my fingers over her labia, gently disturbing the needles so that she would keep on feeling their penetration and not go numb. It made her cunt muscles contract, her labia twitch, and she let out a howl as she climaxed. “Venus,” she panted afterwards.

Having watched her female genitals tortured, scarcely imagining how she could stand it, it was almost a relief to hear her define the limits of the abuse she could take.

Piers let me draw the needles out. He swabbed the pricks then helped her from the loops, supporting her until she could stand by herself.

She flexed her naked limbs, restoring normal circulation. Piers helped her into a woollen shift, sliding it down over her raised arms, and then sat with her on a wooden bench covered by a narrow mattress. Like a repentant lover he massaged her wrists then knelt down to do the same to her ankles.

They began talking to each other about their reactions to “the scene”. “It was better that way,” Anika said. “It’s like having an injection. You know it’s going to come but you don’t like to look. I made the mistake of wanting to watch last time, and it just made me more nervous.”

I pictured her in an alternative position they must have tried – on her back, with her thighs spread, and looking down between her own legs so that she could see the piercing take place.

Piers said approvingly, “This time you had an orgasm.”
“The sensation in my genitals was overwhelming!”
“Did a second man being in the room play a part in your success?”
“I’ve been sexually aware of him from the moment he arrived.” She giggled, glancing at me almost shyly. “I knew it was a lesson in submissiveness, and when his fingers touched my pussy everything just exploded.”
“What else was special?” Piers wanted to know.
“Knowing I was pleasing you – and another man as well. Showing myself to another man for the first time since I’ve been collared. Knowing he was a vanilla. The thrill of having my sex exposed to him when I was helpless.” She added enthusiastically, “The exquisite pleasure-pain when the needles went into my pussy lips...”
“Do you think he approves of us?”

They both stared at me.

“Of you, I think,” Anika said. She giggled amusedly. “But I don’t think he understands what I get from being a sub.”
Piers said, “I think our little BDSM scene still has him turned him on.” He looked at me in amusement. I’d almost forgotten my cock was still out.

Anika teased, “He must be taking Viagra.” She beckoned to me, and I sat down on the other side of her to Piers. She fished in my underwear then caressed my balls. “And he’s dry except for a little pre-cum.” Her fingers ringed my cock, drew back along the shaft, and then tilted the head so that she could stare at it in avid interest. “Do you think he would be into CBT?”
Piers explained, “That would be Anika playing the top.” Then he answered for me, “I don’t think so, Anika. I’m sure you’ll find him my way inclined.”
Anika became the submissive again. “Do I deserve punishment for speaking so freely, master?”

Piers said, “I think a double ravishment would be in order.” He went on for my benefit, “Consensual rape-play, with Anika as the victim.” He set the scene, “You were at a high school dance. In the dark, in the car park, two strangers grabbed you when you were waiting for your boyfriend. They drove you here and threatened you with torture if you refused to be fucked. They stripped you…” – he dragged the shift off over her head then put her hand back on my penis – “…one of them has just shoved his stiff cock in your hand and told you to play with it.”

Quickly in character, Anika whimpered, “Please let me go! I don’t want to do this, mister.”
Piers thundered, “Stroke his cock, worthless bitch!”

Keeping her eyes averted she began to milk me inexpertly, as if she had never done anything like it before. “Please,” she begged, “let me go. My parents will be worried about me. They’ll call the police if I’m not home soon.”
Piers stayed in character, “You’ll go home only after you’ve been fucked several times, hoe.” He was beating his own cock, and she could not seem to take her gaze off it without looking at mine.
Her wide-open eyes brimmed with tears. “I don’t want to be hurt.”
“It won’t hurt until you feel our cocks shoved in you simultaneously. One in your little butt and one in your other hole.”

Anika tried hard to show girlish horror. “You wouldn’t! Not that!”
“We’ll make you into a hoe meat sandwich,” Piers promised, “and dress it with mayonnaise.”
“You can’t! I’ll get pregnant!”
Piers began undressing. “Not through your arse, you won’t. Vaginally, maybe. My friend here likes his huge dong to go deep into girls’ cervixes and make babies in their wombs.”

Anika managed a terrified glance at me. “Just let me give you hand jobs then let me go.” As if to encourage us, she let her technique on me show a marked improvement.
“I bet that’s what you do for all the boys at school, slag.”
“Only for my boyfriend,” she protested tearfully.
Piers put his hand between her legs. “Do you let him do this with your hole?”
“Sometimes,” she replied in a shaky voice, “if he agrees not to ask to go all the way.”
“You’re quite the cock-tease, aren’t you, hoe? Jerking guys off and letting them finger your wet hole.”
Anika wriggled uncomfortably and blubbered, “It hurts!”
“It’s meant to hurt, slag.”

Anika’s face and neck had turned pink. Her butt lifted and pushed forward, her bare thighs spreading. Piers had two fingers buried inside her to the second knuckle and, as she slid onto them, was pushing them deeper. She began a jerky thrusting of her hips, still holding my cock in her soft hand but no longer doing anything with it.

“Please… I hate this,” she said unconvincingly. “I’m not willing. You’re forcing me.”
Her labia wetly slid back and forward on her dom’s fingers.
“You gotta clingy deep hole, bitch, and my friend here wants to fill it with his cock and have it suck out his cum.” Piers drew his fingers out roughly, making her cunt squelch. “Now it’s time to get my dirty bitch hole ready.”

He ignored her protests and made her bend over the bench. Using his lubricated fingers he teased her anus open into an obscene round hole, even though she cried and put on a token struggle of resistance.

“Please,” she begged, “don’t do this to me, mister.”

Piers and I donned condoms. He instructed Anika, “You’re going to mount him now, or worse things will happen to you.”

She whimpered, but once I was prone on the bench she straddled my midriff. Piers made sure her cunt found my cock, and I slipped into her slippery softness. He got behind her and I felt his cock shoving in, just a thin wall of her flesh between his and mine. She groaned, and juices flooded her cunt. Her whole body shuddered, convulsed, and then went into spasms.

“Whore!” Piers rammed deeper into her. I had to do the same or be pushed out of her cunt. We began to ream her in unison, ignoring her genuine-sounding pleas and protests, but at no time did she utter her safeword. She came a second time, and I climaxed. Piers pulled out, slipped off his condom, and spurted his seed onto her buttocks.

He rolled off the bench to his feet but Anika stayed sitting on top of me, her legs stretching to the floor, seeming exhausted. She whispered to me, “I’m too sore to pull off you. Can you get it out?”

I realised how firm I had remained, and used a hand to assist my withdrawal, further aided by the twin dilation of her crotch and by her slippery juices. She pushed up and stood over me, one leg on each side of the bench. Some of Piers’ cum dripped down from her crack to my belly. She shuffled back, bent, and licked it up then continued down and tongued my latex-sheaved cock. It regained firmness inside the filled condom, and bobbed in the air responsively.

“Don’t you ever go down?” she chided.

Looking forward, as I was, to taking over the tenancy of the flat with all its fringe benefits, I said, “Not for as long as you’re collared to me, I won’t.”

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