Crazy Lesbian BDSM Stories

5 Craziest Lesbian BDSM Stories Ever

For this article I needed to consult a more experienced mind that my own. I personally haven’t been involved in many gay bdsm or lesbian bdsm scenarios (maybe one or two, but we’ll come to that), but fortunately, I know someone who has.

I sat down with a friend of mine named Miss Kendal. She’s a professional dominatrix based in England who has a wealth of experience in the BDSM kingdom. While her main remit is handing out punishments to misbehaving boys, she also dabbled in lesbian and bi experiences before she started caning as a profession.

Here are some crazy, lesbian hook-up stories. Let’s head into her world…

  1. #5 – Candy

    “I’d been talking to this one girl - she called herself Candy – who had a fetish for exactly that. Sweets.

    Candy shows up at my door with a bag full of sweets and chocolate, and I tell her to go and wait upstairs. We’d already gone over everything she wanted. It was quite unique. What I had to do was microwave the sweets and chocolate into a huge mound and put it in a dog bowl. And that’s where things got interesting.

    I went upstairs and restrained Candy with her arms behind her back. I blindfolded her, put her on a leash and put clothes pegs on her nose. I made her lick molten chocolate from my boots before walking all over her, leaving chocolate footprints on all over her face and body.

    For the main course, I went downstairs and got the dog bowl of candy and set it down in the playroom. Then I got a bowl of actual dog food and set it down next to it. I covered each bowl and made her crawl to one. Whichever one she chose, she had to eat.

    Let’s just say that within around thirty seconds, Candy tried to say the safeword but was interrupted by bouts of vomit. Candy was fine afterwards though, and has since come back for seconds!”

  2. #4 – Justine

    “Justine wasn’t her real name, it was apparently a homage to Marquis de Sade because the kind of shit she was into… erm, well, let’s just say it made me even me reluctant to play with her.

    Justine had a particular fascination with serial killers. In particular, one very notorious British serial killer [who we won’t name out of courtesy for the victims] who had a penchant for bondage, torture and eventual murder. Justine wanted me to re-create the final moments of one of [the killer’s] victims in my playroom.

    She made me dress just like [the killer]. I had to strap Justine to a board and hoist her up against the wall, which, when you’re 5’2 isn’t easy. I then flogged her with everything I had. Justine didn’t want a safeword which I wasn’t really cool with, but I can always tell if someone has reached their limit.

    Justine never did though. She just wanted the most brutal floggings possible. I caned her six ways to Sunday. I ran a pinwheel down her stomach so hard I could see the skin popping. One session she wanted me to pretend to remove her fingers and toes with a cleaver. Obviously I didn’t, I just got as close to the sensation as possible.

    Afterwards Justine used to collapse on the floor and just lie there as though she was truly a real life victim. She was never seriously harmed; I wouldn’t let that happen. And she was actually one of the loveliest women I’ve ever met!”

  3. #3 – My Ex-Girlfriend

    "Me and my ex-girlfriend Lauren were into some light BDSM kink when we were together. Miss Kendal told me a few times she’d love to get her hands on my then-girlfriend’s bottom, so one evening I took Lauren round to her house for a taste of pure ecstasy.

    “You tied her down on all fours and gave her some forced orgasms while I did some light scratches and spankings on that tight little tush. Then we had a little role reversal, didn’t we?

    Lauren was this tiny little petite thing. I wanted to see what she could do. I handcuffed myself to the bed and told her to go wild. She became a feisty little thing once I was restrained. It really turned me on.

    Lauren seemed to have a thing for whacking me in the genitals. I think she got off on my reaction. She liked that being done to her too, didn’t she? It was a weird power dynamic. But anyway, we switched again and I took my rightful place as the dominant. She definitely loved that more. Pretty soon she was begging us both to screw her but you left it all to me. I used a strap on while you sat in the corner and watched.”

  4. #2 - Fetish Fair

    “A few years ago I went to this fetish fair in the city, it was kinda like a British Folsom Street Fair. I took my sub with me at the time. Just before we left the house, I put a butt plug into my sub’s ass. It was only teeny, it wasn’t anything painful. But I had a little surprise for her coming later.

    We met up with another femdom friend of mine when we there, whom I introduced my sub to. They got along great, but that was all part of my plan. I made sure we were in the car by 3pm. Just as my sub sat down in the back seat, she felt an intense vibration in her backside.

    She tells me “oh God, you didn’t tell me it was a vibrating one.”

    I said “yeah, I also didn’t tell you it’s a remote control one.”

    Her squirming eventually got real intense in my back seat. She begged me to turn it off. Then I dropped the bomb: I wasn’t controlling it. My femdom friend had the remote control to her ass on her smartphone, and she was going to press it randomly until 5pm. The whole journey home, I had this squirming sub rolling around in my backseat. A lot of people noticed too. I thought it was really hot!”

  5. #1 – Human Toilet

    This one is kind of gross. Be warned.

    “There’s a few things that, I know now, that I’d never go through with, both personally and professionally. Toilet stuff is pretty high up there, but, I’ve always said I’ll try anything twice.

    This request pops up a lot professionally but I always have to say no after the incident I had with a sub named Eva.

    I made Eva sit on all fours. I hogtied her and put a leash on her. Then she asked me cover her face with a pig mask. She would roll around on the floor oinking for a while. I then had to… relieve myself. And I don’t just mean number onesies. Throughout the whole day, anytime I needed to go, Eva wanted me to go upstairs and do it on her. Then she’d roll around in it while I carried on about my day. I won’t lie, it got messy.

    Crapping on demand is also a lot harder than you’d imagine, especially when your toilet is a squirming sub in a pig mask”

    For more information on the lovely Miss Kendal, or for anyone out there who might be brave enough to sample her wares, you can contact her at www.misskendal.co.uk.