Cruel Femdom Whipping Novels & Stories

“I’ve always had strong appetites, Doctor. Extreme ones. Vanilla doesn’t do it for me. I crave control—real, absolute control.” “Domination is everything. Binding a woman with ropes or cuffs, feeling her body strain against them while she knows she’s completely at my mercy. Choking her during the act, watching her eyes widen with that perfect blend of fear and lust as I thrust deep. Spanking her hard enough to leave marks, so she feels me every time she moves afterward.” I nodded professionally, but heat was already creeping up my neck. I pressed my thighs together tighter under the desk, trying to ignore the growing throb between my legs.

Then he strokes his free hand down my body, pushing the sheet down as he does so. 'You like it rough, don't you, Principessa? Of course you do, that bastard Santino is into BDSM. He likes to whip his girls. So you'll enjoy this.' He pinched my nipple between his fingers, then twisted it hard, making me scream out in pain. 'That's right, baby, scream for me.'

My nipples felt like they were being torn off. He picked up the whip “You will count every strike on this worthless cunt. If you lose count, we start over.” The first crack landed directly on my exposed clit. I cried out “One!” Crack. Crack. Crack. He whipped my spread pussy.. lips, clit, entrance..each strike harder. By fifteen I was sobbing crazily. Even the pain was starting to blend into a horrible pleasure. On the other hand my cunt was bright red. “Twenty-five!” I wailed as the last one landed. Juices squirted from me onto the desk.

His fingers traced my exposed slit before he pushed two inside me roughly, stretching me without care. "Like that, huh?" His voice was thick with dark satisfaction as he pumped them in and out. Tears soaked the blindfold. "Yes, Your Majesty." "Then don't be naughty." He added two more fingers, forcing four inside me at once. The stretch was agonizing. He thrust them deep and hard, curling them painfully while the whip came down again across my ass. I cried out, as my body jolted with every brutal movement. "Uhmmm... uhhh... Your Majesty," I moaned, the sounds forced from me by pain and the relentless assault.

Thick fingers part my folds, and I moan around his cock as they circle my clit, slow and deliberate. "She’s soaked," a second voice rumbles, unfamiliar but no less commanding. "Fuck, Dom. You’ve barely touched her." Dominic’s chuckle vibrates through his shaft. "She knows what she’s here for." The fingers retreat, only to return with a sharp slap against my swollen clit. Pain blooms, white-hot, and I scream around his cock, my back arching. The sound pulls a groan from Dominic’s chest. "Again," he orders. Another slap. Then another. My vision blurs. My cunt clenches around nothing, desperate, needy. I’m going to come. I’m going to—

The pro dominatrix didn't whip me this hard and my eyes began tearing up. Finally I broke and started to cry. I sensed Karen hesitating for a moment, but she quickly resumed whipping me as hard as she could. I was sobbing in gasping breaths like a small child and it was cathartic. As I cried I became aware of Karen moaning and I knew she was pleasuring herself, my crying probably exciting her even more.

“Beg for it properly. Tell me what a naughty whore you are for teasing your Dom.” Jenna’s eyes glazed with lust, her body arching into him like a bitch in heat. “Please, Master,” she whimpered, the title slipping from her lips unbidden, fueled by the raw dominance radiating from him. “I’m your naughty whore, teasing you and sassing you. Punish my greedy pussy and my tight ass. Whip me, clamp me, fuck me until I can’t walk. I need it... need you to own every filthy hole.”

He chuckled lowly, "That's fucking hot..." His hand trailed up my thigh, "...But I've got something that might top that.”He shifted closer, his expression becoming more serious."Remember when I spanked you ass? That's impact play." He paused studying my face and fuck, it was reddening by the second. "Ever been beaten... properly?" His hand swiftly moved to my neck, gently squeezing it."Not abusive, but intense. Welts across your back from a proper leather paddle…I'm a Dominant, Delilah. I've done scenes that involve flogging, caning, even fire play."

Lara bucked against the restraints, moaning loudly, the sensation maddeningly gentle yet building heat fast. "Please..." Lara whispered, not even sure what she was begging for. The domme laughed softly. "Oh, we're just starting." She escalated without mercy, swapping the feather for a vibrating wand, a large, powerful head humming to life on high. She pressed it hard against Lara's cunt, right on her clit, pinning it there while resuming with a flogger now. The soft leather tails whipped across Lara's ass, stinging slaps that turned her cheeks red, each impact jolting her forward into the buzzing wand. Pain bloomed hot, mingling with the relentless vibration until Lara's hips ground desperat

Jake demanded, raising the whip again. Tears stung my eyes as I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction. The whip fell again, this time across my breasts, wrapping around to sting my nipples. I screamed, my body arching involuntarily. "Please," I whispered, my voice hoarse and broken. "Please stop." The whip struck my thighs, leaving angry red welts in its wake. Jake laughed, a cold, cruel sound that made my skin crawl. He dropped the whip and grabbed the harness, forcing me to my feet. The double-ended dildo was cold and unyielding as he positioned it against my holes.