Cruel Femdom Whipping Novels & Stories

“It’s too late for apologies now.” He doesn’t take it easy with my tits as he punishes me. His slaps are brutal, with raw, hard strength. He pinches my nipples, and tugs and twists, and Jesus Christ – it’s like he’s been given lessons, doing it just the way I like it. He slaps me until my tits are bright pink and my nipples are swollen, then he lowers his head to suck at me and I can’t help myself. I take hold of his head and beg for more.

“Whips and chains type filthy, or take it up his ass with a cucumber type filthy? Or both?” I giggled. “If you mean sub or dom, then he’s definitely dom.” “Whips and chains?” “Rope mainly.” I had the faint burn marks on my wrists from last night and pointed them out to her. “Nice.” She hitched up her skirt to show me a huge purple bruise on the inside of her thigh. “Pete likes pain play. A lot. I like praise. A lot. It’s a great combination.” I loved her openness. It made my own so much easier.

The sharp click of her 5-inch heels echoed through the lobby. She stopped in the center of the hall, her expression unreadable as she looked at the still little figure on the floor. "Still putting on a show? Is this what Howard taught you—how to fake sympathy? You really think that if you act pitiful enough, I'll soften up? Keep dreaming." Each word cut through me like a blade, stabbing my soul again and again. I wanted to scream—how could she? How could she believe such cruelty of her own child? My boy was gentle, obedient, innocent… Tears spilled onto his face.

me have them." She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye, and began to insert the beads, each one stretching him more than the last, making him squirm and whimper. "That's a good boy," she purred, her fingers tracing the line of his spine. "You take them so well." Next, she retrieved a cock ring, its metal gleaming in the light. She secured it around his cock, feeling it pulse and throb against her fingers. "This is to make sure you don't cum until I say so," she explained, her voice a low, dangerous promise. "You understand, don't you, my pet?" The sub nodded, his body trembling with anticipation. Domica then grabbed a can of whipped cream, spraying it liberally over his face, his chest, and h

My legs are bent backward, hands tied to my ankles, in a way that keeps my body arched, my body resting on the metal bars, yet open to being touched. His hand slid between my legs, his fingers moving and teasing my sex, feeling my juices run free, and a moan escaped my mouth. I jump as the whip swings and hits my breasts again, the feeling making me moan. I want to beg for him to do more, to be quick; I need more. I can't though; I have to wait and endure the pleasure that is sending me wild. He removed one of the buds. "You see what you do to your Master, Kitten." The growl made me moan, as he lifted the blindfold, his cock hard and pulsing beneath his trousers

he said and my heart hammered in my chest. "Rule number two, when I tell you to do something, you do it, or else, I will whip you repeatedly and make sure you're on the brink of death but just enough to keep you alive." He said with a wicked grin on his face. "Rule number three, follow those two rules" he said and got up. Out of the blue, he whipped me again and I screamed. I had never felt that much pain in my entire life. "Tsk tsk, you're a slow one" he said and I held my breath as I awaited the next whip.

Sloan didn't want to see, he just wanted to feel the pain. The first taste of the leather on his back made him gasp. His fingers dug deep into his palm, while his wrists were bound tightly onto the leather cuffs. Sloan groaned from the pain. Then another, and another, and another. He didn't want sex from his doms, no, he came from the pain alone. He took pleasure from the whips and the paddle smacking on his ass. Sloan know that he'd feel the pain tomorrow and that would put him in his place.

I whimper in pain as the chains dig into my flesh, leaving deep wounds that bleed freely onto the ground below. Suddenly, a searing pain lances through my back, and I cry out in anguish as a whip crack against my skin, leaving behind a trail of charred fur and raw, exposed flesh. Again and again, the whip strikes, each blow driving me further into the depths of agony until I can bear it no longer. With a final whimper, I collapse to the ground, my strength drained by the relentless assault.

He used his hand to spank my behind once I was back in the precarious spot I was in before the surprising lash. “Suck me, lass. Don’t stop,” Donald ordered. “The whipping won’t stop until I’m satisfied, so you would be wise to make quick work of it.” Bobbing my head up and down, not sure what it would take to satisfy the man, I tried not to focus on the whipping as it began again. One, two, three—the leather fell upon my bottom. Tears fell from my eyes as I ran my tongue along the length of Donald’s shaft. Four, five, six—the whipping continued as my whimpers blended with the sounds of ragged breaths and moaning. Seven, eight, nine—I cried around the cock that thrust to the farthest parts of

He circled around me, tracing the tip of the whip over my body, teasing and tantalizing me with its cold touch. "You'll learn to beg for me," he hissed, bringing the whip down upon my pu*sy with a loud crack. The pain was intense and I cried out in anguish, my body writhing against the chains that held me captive. Once again, the whistle of the whip cut through the air, lashed against my skin. Each strike brought with it a new wave of agony, and I felt my body starting to break under the relentless onslaught. The pain was unbearable, and yet I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal growing within me. Each strike seemed to bring with it a new wave of desire, as my body responded to