S M Quotes

“The moral of the tale is this: whoever allows himself to be whipped,
deserves to be whipped.”
― Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs

“I’m not going to deny that I want to fuck you. I can’t promise a future or that I’ll be some sniveling boyfriend who pines away after you once I go back to L.A. But I will say that I have plans for you if you say yes.

“I can promise you that I’m going to take you to new heights that you’ve never imagined. That I’ll make you feel pleasure so intense that you forget your name. I’ll fuck you so good, for so long that the only thing you’ll crave is my hands on your skin, my cock deep in your pussy.

“If you let me, Tori, I’ll open up a whole new world to you. I’ll make you fly.”
― D.L. Hess, Sir

“She’s a natural submissive and she doesn’t have a clue.”
― D.L. Hess, Sir

“We've been down the road of your hasty exits too many times, Mrs. Danvers. You married your master, and you married a sadist--of your own free will. You might remember that when you're tempted to walk out in a huff, defy my orders, and behave like a selfish brat. You got that?”
― Lizbeth Dusseau, Honeymoon in Bondage

“Do you want to play a game?” he asks, his tone rich and dark and sensuous like his chocolate.
Every atom in me stands at attention. “What kind of game?”
“We’ll call it ‘Sir Says’. The rules are very simple—I give you a command. . . and you obey.”
― D.L. Hess, Sir: The Awakening

“I won’t ask you for anything you aren’t willing to give me,” he croons. “And I promise you’ll enjoy it. Do you want to play?”
There’s no question.
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
― D.L. Hess, Sir: The Awakening

“As much as I enjoy her laughter, I don’t like the sound of her doubting herself. And that’s something else I’m going to have to think about later on because the more I get to know Tori, the more I start to understand how she thinks and what makes her tick, the more I start to realize. . .

This woman could be dangerous.”
― D.L. Hess, Sir: The Awakening

“Call me Sir.”
― D.L. Hess, Sir: The Awakening

“Why do you do it, Fiona?” Jack said, unable to stop himself from asking.
Fiona gave him a surprised look. “Is it so hard to figure out?”
Jack gazed at her, unable to put together the elegant lady who stood in front of him with the Fiona that Stella described as coming to her dungeon and having sessions with a broke cowboy.
Fiona said, “I spent a lot of time and effort turning myself into a lady. In Stella’s dungeon, I can let out the other part of me—to play.”
“Play?”
Fiona gave a wicked grin and said, “Play isn’t the best word. Let’s just say that I unleash the barbarian Huntress that burns within my soul and I revel with animalistic joy in her heathen antics as she subjects weaker creatures to her every whim.”
― C. Mack Lewis