Copyright 2009 Lusty Library. All Rights Reserved http://www.lustylibrary.com en-us Fri, 09 Jan 2009 20:00:01 -0500 webmaster@lustylibrary.com (TheLustyLibrarian) Lesbian:BDSM http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Lesbian/BDSM/Reasoning-of-Brookes-Intentions_9280 Lesbian:BDSM Fri, 09 Jan 2009 12:04:47 -0500







Things seemed too perfect to be true on that cold, rainy day. Brooke looked out the window with a smile etched into her lips. Her tight red sweater fit nicely around her body. The sweater showed her elite figure and perky breasts. The weather was quite unusual for the month of November, as the snow was usually falling by now, however the weather had been messed up for quite some time now. Instead, Brooke sipped quietly on her hot chocolate in anticipation of her new Guest. She met her Guest on the internet and they instantly hit it off. They spent hours talking over their Yahoo Messenger and Brooke had the pleasure of chatting with her new webcam, a webcam she had bought just so she could see her Guest. Brooke’s eyes lit up as car lights turned into her driveway. She smirked and set down her cup of hot chocolate and waited patiently for her Guest to arrive at the front door.

It seemed to take her Guest forever to get to the door, something she would have to work out in her Guest’s initiation. “Hello,” Brooke welcomed gingerly. Her Guest smiled with big, brown eyes and stepped into the cozy little house. Brooke helped her Guest remove her coat and shoes, and then offered her a cup of hot chocolate. Her Guest accepted the offer and sat on the couch, waiting for Brooke to return. Brooke went to the kitchen and ...

Get The Full Story At Lusty Library]]> http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Lesbian/BDSM/How-I-Met-My-Mistress-Part-III_9261 Lesbian:BDSM Tue, 06 Jan 2009 16:31:04 -0500
I was finally on my way to meet my Mistress. Her house was two hours away from where I lived. I listened to music along the way and was trying to maintain a sense of calm. I wasn’t calm. I was excited and nervous. When I finally pulled up to her house I was quite surprised how huge it was. The house was a beautiful colonial that she had designed herself. I wasn’t expecting it to be quite so big. I stepped out of my rundown Toyota and up the stairs, my breathing quickening, heart pounding. I wore a nice black suit with white shirt. I knew my Mistress liked that look at least to start with. As I approached the landing the door suddenly swung open. “Mistress?” I entered slowly. “Are you there?” I followed her voice from another room, saying, “Come in, my little slut. Over here.” I walked into a huge and beautiful living room. There was so much to see in the beautifully decorated room, but my eyes went immediately to my stunning Mistress. She was even more beautiful in person than I had imagined. Our eyes met and we both smiled. But then my eyes went to the floor. I couldn’t hold her stare. I walked in front of her and knelt before her. “Mistress, I am so happy to finally be with you.” She looked down at me and took my hands, pulling me up in front of her. She looked into my eyes and ...

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My final test of loyalty to my Mistress before I could meet her was to perform for her (Shannon, my Mistress) and her friend, another Dom. I was to allow Ms Shannon’s friend to view me via cam and perform for them as a slave. I didn’t know when this was to happen but it would be my graduation, so to speak.

I never knew, with my mistress, when she might pop on to chat. It could be day, afternoon, or the middle of the night. I might be in a sound sleep and I would hear, “Hey, do you like fat guys with no money?”Or it might be, “I hope you know CPR because you take my breath away” in a woman’s voice. Whatever it was she used, it was loud and insistent.

I would wake sometimes and come on and Ms. Shannon would say, “WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?”

I would giggle, being half asleep, “Did it take me that long? I don’t know. I was sleeping.”

“Hmmmm…” she would say, “Next time you had better come running.” Often she would joke in this way. Sometimes she would be in high spirits and could be quite funny when we would chat.

Well, the big day finally came for my graduation. It came totally unexpectedly. I had thought Ms Shannon would give me notice, but she didn’t. I was in my living room ...

Get The Full Story At Lusty Library]]> http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Lesbian/BDSM/A-Night-of-Domination_5687 Lesbian:BDSM Mon, 01 Dec 2008 12:22:23 -0500
God, work sucks, I'm pretty sure just about everyone would agree with me when I say work stresses me the hell out. As I drive home from work the only thing holding me together is the thoughts of the beautiful girl waiting on me at home. As my stress levels grow my thoughts go back to her. As I pull into the driveway I notice the porch light is on and smile to myself, I taught her well. I turn my car off and step out. My black heel hits the concrete with a loud clicking noise. I love the sound heels make on concrete, especially when a beautiful girl is wearing them.As I walk up to the porch and turn my key in the lock I take a deep breath in anticipation of the night ahead of me. I open the door and there standing before me, just as she should be, is my beautiful angel, Lexis. Her eyes on the floor, there is a small hint of a smile on her lips. She greets me with a simple “good evening Mistress” and I smile. I run my hand down her cheek. God this girl is so beautiful, she has long dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a perfect body (34B breasts and a tight little ass). I wonder sometimes how she doesn't see just how beautiful she really is. As I look her over I see the red marks on her wrists left from the games we played the ...

Get The Full Story At Lusty Library]]> http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Lesbian/BDSM/How-I-Met-My-Mistress_9037 Lesbian:BDSM Mon, 27 Oct 2008 12:02:08 -0400
I remember the first time I saw my mistress. I was on a dating site that I had been on many times before. I had met and dated a few women on the site, but none that had absolutely wowed me. I knew what I was looking for, but hadn’t found that perfect woman yet. I was looking through profiles of different women and finally came upon my mistress. Of course, she wasn’t my mistress yet. When I saw her picture, I was instantly struck. She was beautiful, and she had such a mysterious look about her, and there was something in the eyes and face that was so commanding and strong. I had always been attracted to women who were strong and who would take charge. When I looked into those eyes I knew that she could wither me with just a look, and it sent an electric shock of pleasure through me.I began to read her profile and it didn’t take very long. It was short and to the point, just as I imagined she would be. But when I looked at what types of things she was into, I saw that she was interested in Sadism/Masochism. I had no experience with that, and so it scared me a little. But, just the same, I knew I had to contact her. For some reason I felt she was the one I had been looking for all my life. So I e-mailed her saying that I shared some of her ...

Get The Full Story At Lusty Library]]> http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Lesbian/BDSM/Fill-Me-with-Your-Anger_8717 Lesbian:BDSM Fri, 19 Sep 2008 09:14:19 -0400
Author's note: This tale was originally written as a poem. For the purpose of length, I have inserted / at line breaks. Enjoy!Editor's note: This is admittedly a little different, format-wise, but it's being posted in the Lesbian: BDSM category at special request, due to the lack of a lesbian poetry category.

She pinned me down to the bed / Her body holding the weight of the world /
Her hands around my wrist / Her legs wrapped around my thighs as she straddled me / Her mouth was full of fire as she ravaged my lips… / Taking…

Her eyes cold and hard / All of the anger of her life trapped in those pools of blue green / She pulled the handcuffs out of her back pocket / She captured one of my wrists in the cold metal / Thoughts of fighting in my head / Resisting because I knew I could not win / Resisting because I wanted her to know that I was hers / That she could take me as she wished / I wanted her to fill me with her rage / Fuck me until she was satisfied / She pushed and pulled and slid me up the bed / Wrapping the handcuffs around the headboard / Imprisoning my other wrist / She lowered her lips to mine / Devouring me / Kissing me so hard / I could feel our teeth pressing against each other’s / She was biting at my ...

Get The Full Story At Lusty Library]]> http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Lesbian/BDSM/Her-Sweet-Little-Sapphi:--Finding-Mommy_8643 Lesbian:BDSM Tue, 09 Sep 2008 11:37:15 -0400







My roommate, Lucas, worked for the advertising firm she was vice president of. That was how we met. He had asked me to be his date for some office party at a hotel. It wasn’t a real date, I’m gay, but he didn’t want to be the only schmuck by himself. It didn’t take him long, though, to find a woman that came by herself. By the end of the night, they were making out in the coatroom. I was left by myself.
I lit a cigarette and just stood outside on a balcony on the same floor as the party. I debated on leaving, perhaps throwing condoms filled with lotion all over Lucas’s bed before heading off to my room, when she came out.
I had noticed her earlier that night. It was hard not to. She had short, straight, black hair, pulled behind her ears. Little wisps of curly hair around her face suggested her hair was naturally curly. She had big green eyes, a strong, slightly curved nose, and nice pouty lips. She was tall, full-figured, and looked like a goddess. The way she was dressed (pantsuit) and the way she carried herself just screamed, “Dyke.” She was extremely attractive, but I had a girlfriend who was out of town, so I didn’t bother to try to strike up conversation. She seemed busy anyway. All of Lucas’s co-workers were completely sucking up to her and asking her various questions ...

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I was invited to a nice hotel bar by my friend Lucas to meet his new girlfriend and to catch up. As I walked into the nearly empty bar, I spotted them. Lucas smiled and gestured for me to join them at the bar. He introduced me to his new bird, Sarah, but she seemed uninterested. She got up to go to the bathroom soon after.

Lucas and I talked a bit. He asked about my recent breakup. It had happened about three weeks ago.

I just shrugged. "Besides wanting to kill myself, it's been okay." "Don't say that. What happened though? Jill mentioned she was going to ask for you back, and then suddenly the two of you weren't talking." I had met Jill through Lucas. Jill was the vice president of the advertising firm Lucas worked for. She and I ran into each other a couple of times at lesbian bars after meeting, became close friends, and finally began dating a year later.

I sighed. "She still had her key to my apartment. Last week, I was feeling really depressed about the breakup, so I went out to a bar and brought a girl home. I was fingering the girl on my couch when Jill walked in."

I grabbed Lucas's drink and took a swig.

"She didn't just burst in. She slowly walked into the room, staring at us,"I continued."The girl was facing ...

Get The Full Story At Lusty Library]]> http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Lesbian/BDSM/her-beautiful-capture_8468 Lesbian:BDSM Tue, 12 Aug 2008 17:07:02 -0400
Sharing a cheap apartment building with half a dozen other women, I had long ago perfected the art of silent masturbation, but this time I almost cried out in sheer erotic job. I was lying on my face in my own bed, my wrists tied behind me, my nipples and my bush painted with the lipstick she had specified, and with her soiled panties clenched in my teeth.This woman came to me when I was at a low ebb, recently divorced and just beginning to realise that all the men I met now, at work or in singles bars or clubs, who were around my own age, or older, and were either married or had been married and had fucked up, fucked around or fucked off. Don’t get me wrong, I would have preferred, at least at first, if it had been a man, who rang, but then I would have been more wary and it would have stuck to being a telephone thing only. But then, why should I supply telephone sex to a man? - I was hardly the type. Educated, a good job, pretty particular really. So why was I doing this? Did I think it was safer with a woman? How wrong can you be?The first night she rang I thought it was a wrong number. She said she was just making initial contact, intriguing me, but I was not even sure if she knew me, then she rang off saying she would call again the next ...

Get The Full Story At Lusty Library]]> http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Lesbian/BDSM/Night-That-Leads-to-Forever_7547 Lesbian:BDSM Fri, 13 Jun 2008 08:54:09 -0400
Walking into the club Krystal looked around shocked. She’d never seen so much action in one place before. In one corner a woman hung from a cross moaning as a huge guy in leathers flogged her back. In another a naked young man dangled from the ceiling where he was suspended from hooks in his back as several young women giggled and tickled his feet below making him gyrate in circles as he giggled. There was one whole area that just seemed to be a big orgy. There was scantily clad or naked flesh showing everywhere. It was hard to tell where one body ended and another began. There was two huge throne like chairs sat up. A young woman knelt before one and a young man before the other. She hid behind a pole and watched them as different people came and sat in those chairs. The young people would remove their shoes and worship the feet of whomever was in the chair. Didn’t matter what gender the two just worshiped each and every pair of feet and ankles like they were the sexiest feet they had ever laid eyes on. It was beautiful to behold. A hand touched Krystal’s back, making her jump. Turning she looked into a handsome blue eyed gentleman sporting a leather jacket.
“You didn’t come just to look did you?” he asked her.
“No Sir,” she replied lowering her eyes.
“What are you interested in perhaps I can help you find it?” ...

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