Black Cat Femdom Novels & Stories

Beckett asks, raising the belt in the air. "No." Katrina hisses, her voice laced with attitude. Is she really this pissed or does she want Beckett to spank her longer? Her skin is already taking on a bright red hue, and I can tell her demonic side is trying to push through again. If her demons managed to take control, then she's definitely pissed. I don't want to torture my mate, and edging isn't really my kink, but I'm trying to break the beast inside of her. If we can break her succubus spirit, then it'll be easier to contain in the future. Katrina won't feel like she's catastrophic.

She felt her juice running down her leg again and her mouth flew open. “What do you want Bella?” he growled into her ears again, the sound of his husky dominant voice pushed her a little to the edge and she wanted to find her release, so she rubbed her clit faster. Just as she neared the edge, he pulled out of her and stilled the movement of her finger.

“You know what? I have the perfect cat for you. He’s a new face around here but I can tell he’s desperate for a play. You’ve always been my best gal so why don’t you take him?” She hands me a file with a list of the sub’s interests: objectification, degradation, findom, voyeurism, exhibitionism, feet fetish, temperature play, sadism/masochism, breath play, anal play, feminization, but golden shower is at the top of the list. I smile. “He’s perfect! I guess I’ll need a drink. Plenty of drinks!” I say with a wink. **** The room is lit with red bulbs. I see him immediately, kneeling on the floor with his head down.

I will be the Queen of Dragons, not some pathetic bitch! The day goes by quickly and I know just the place to go for dinner. Blackout is a completely dark restaurant that has private rooms and most importantly it is next door to a BDSM club. We can give our guys a taste and get them so hot and bothered that they drag us by our hair to the club and fuck us like the beasts that they are. End Jessica’s POV

I shifted my weight, my hands gripping her hips with a bruising force that would leave marks by morning. I guided cock into her butthole, the friction sharp and demanding. She let out a piercing cry, her manicured fingers clawing at the mahogany headboard as I entered her with a slow, relentless, and punishing pressure. The tight, forbidden heat of her was a shock to my system, a visceral confirmation of my victory over the woman who thought she owned my father’s soul. "God..." she sobbed, her face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds of her surrender. "Do you... and your father... have a fetish for this? Is this some sick Blackwood trait?"

He growled, his voice sounding feral. “Please, Alpha,” I begged once more. When I raised my head to glance at him, I saw that his expression was darker, and his gaze was flicking over my body with raw hunger. “Karyna,” he said slowly and menacingly, sending a shiver down my spine, “I want you to sit my cock now,” “O-Okay,” I replied, involuntarily trembling at his sexy command.

on his lips, sweet and intoxicating. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, teasing him. She reached down, her fingers finding the cock ring, and slowly, deliberately, she loosened it. The sub gasped, his body convulsing as the blood rushed back to his cock, his orgasm building, his body coiling tight. "Cum for me, my pet," Domica commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Cum for me now." And he did, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed, his cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Domica watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her body sated and content. She reached down, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, feeling his body tremble beneath

Natalia I stepped into Master's VIP room, or dungeon, as he called it, for the second time since I'd agreed to be his slave. I looked around and noticed things I hadn't before. First off, everything was black. The walls, the cabinets, the bed, the sheets, even the chair in the corner. There was a black curtain hanging on one wall. I realized that it must be covering a window. I shivered as I thought about Master's question. Did I want people watching while I was at my Dom's mercy? It was one thing to be strapped to a wall, but the sex act itself? The Dom in that room had been fully dressed as if he had no intention of even fucking her. What did he get out of it then? There were so many nuisa

Karen said without hesitation, wanting a dick back in her asshole. "Bend over," Carter ordered. Karen did, her large breasts pressing against the older man's face. "Just slam that dick back in my asshole," Karen said looking back at the young man who had changed her life forever... as she knew there was no going back. What had Barbie said? Once you go black you don't go back? Well, that definitely seemed true in her circumstance. She was already addicted to the pleasure, the humiliation, the complete domination. "As you wish," he said, as Carter slammed back into the gaped asshole.

“Yes! Yes, I'll do anything you say. Anything.’ She moved again. Standing in front of him now, she looked at him with disgust. ‘Stand up!’ she barked. He obeyed. ‘Strip!’ Frantically, he began removing his clothes, revealing white, flabby skin and too much flesh. ‘Stay there,’ she commanded. Quickly, she moved to the bedroom and to the cupboard in the corner. Sebastian had shown her the contents of that cupboard. He had even had to explain to her the purpose of some of them. Inside was a plethora of equipment catering for every type of sado-masochism, every aspect of bondage — toys for dangerous games. Quickly, Kate divested herself of her black sheath of a dress and selected a few items. Th