Black Cat Femdom Novels & Stories

Her eyes grew wide, her pulse raced at her neck, her skin became flushed and damp, her stomach churned with the release of a storm of butterflies, and her sex flooded with moisture. “What is this place Dom?” Kira whispered shakily. “A place for you to unwind. To be yourself. To explore and discover your needs.” Dom said softly against her ear. Kira just swallowed in response. “Here comes someone I want you to meet.” Dom told her. Kira watched as a stunning woman glided towards them. She had to be one of the most beautiful women Kira had ever seen. She was black african American, her skin was like flawless, smooth black onyx, wrapped in a red leather corset and skintight black leather pants.

The broad dom pulled her hair back sharply, arching her neck to display the tears streaking her face glistening tracks of mascara that only heightened her debauched beauty. "Look at her cry for cock," he taunted loudly, voice booming over the murmurs, his free hand delivering a fresh barrage of spanks to her already throbbing ass cheeks. Each impact landed with a meaty crack, the pain radiating like liquid fire through her core, making her sob out "Yes, punish your exhibition slut!" even as fresh tears welled. The lean dom, still buried in her ass, reached for another candle, tilting it carefully to let molten wax cascade directly onto her exposed clit tiny, precise drops that sizzled on the

“Now tell me your kinks, Elena. Be honest and dirty. What makes that pretty pussy wet when you think about it?” She blushed deeply but the heat between her legs grew again. “I like being dominated… and spanked hard. I like choking a little. And I really like when you call me your good girl and your queen at the same time. Also… I fantasize about being tied up and used while I can’t touch myself. It drives me crazy. I'm open to blindfollds.” Damon’s smirk grew into a dark smile. “Fuck, that’s perfect. My filthy little queen has such good taste. Get on your knees in the middle of the room.”

I can't move my eyes from them. What the fuck is happening to me? "Could I cum, Master, please?" His submissive is literally begging him. Oh my God, seeing this torture is too much for me. But deep down inside, I'm curious whether he'll let her cum or not. I don't know what is happening to me and why the fuck I'm enjoying this. "You can't cum easily today, my slave, this is just starting." Her Dom removed the vibrator from her clit. Poor her. He's now pulling his pants down with one hand while spanking her pussy hard with the other.

"Let me guess, you are the real heavy's little pampered pet then? And he just lets you roam around half-naked and pretending to be important until he ruts you and reminds you how little power you have. Isn't that right?" Stopping a couple steps from the cage, the angry no-fur flexed his feet, drawing attention to them. But they weren't no-fur feet. He had the hairless rear paws of a tom, claws and all. There were vague scars just below his no-fur knees showing where the alteration had stopped. He squatted down, coming close to being on King's forced lower level. "You got sloppy, ol' Blackie." Slitted eyes blinked at the tom, one green and one golden. "I simply capitalized on the opportunity

He had read up on her in the file - her interests, her habits, her daily routine. Her fetish was interesting. According to a part of the file, it read: the subject possesses a tremendous affinity for mental and physical dominance and exhibits exceptional skills in subduing men she deems powerful. Black Hound dressed the part and looked the part. The kind of power she wanted, he had no idea but he knew that his power was lethal and it worked for him. He had mastered the art of manipulation, effortlessly swaying people to his will. However, he was cautious of the woman driving. She was a psychopathic and unpredictable woman.

he said in a low voice but with poison lies on it. Keatton shuddered as he felt Dominick’s stubbles digging onto the skin of his neck. Dominick straddled Keatton’s feet by placing his feet on top of it. “You fucking brat!” Dominick yelled. He licked Keatton’s earlobe as he trailed down his hands, touching Keatton’s pinkish nipples. “Just because Damon is your new Daddy doesn’t mean I can’t kill him. And this pussy,” Dominick paused as he slapped the clitoris. Keatton jolted.

Dante Blackwell was bad for me, but I didn't care. “Oh, kitten… you’re asking for a lot.” “I know. But tonight, I want you to punish me for being a bad girl,” I whispered. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember his name. Help me drown my sorrow.” His eyes darkened with primal hunger as he grabbed me and lifted me effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. “As you wish, kitten.”

She kneels with an enticing blend of vulnerability and strength, each curve of her body poised to invite. With an alluring gaze that radiates both confidence and anticipation, she waits for my commands, embodying the thrill of the moment. If only she realized that tonight, I seek merely to blow off steam and escape the haunting memories of Shelly, even if just for a fleeting night. This is precisely why I cannot bring Shelly into this world of shadows with me. I am a Dom—a dominant partner in the intricate dance of BDSM, where power exchange is not just a game, but a carefully crafted experience. The Dom takes charge, guiding the actions within this realm, always ensuring safety and consent.

And he didn’t stop. He kept coming. He kept filling. His cum pushed past the knot and down my thighs. “You’re mine,” he growled into my neck. “And you are the mother of my pups. I can’t wait to have them in my arms” And I whispered back with my eyes rolling, “Yes, Daddy. I’m yours. Always. Fuck me again when it leaks out.” And then he leaned in, voice low and dark and so calm it made my breath stutter. “Let’s do BDSM, kitten.”