Domestic Discipline Fiction Novels & Stories

I even locked him in the dungeons for three days, thinking that his attitude would change but clearly it did not. I even saw Dominic beat the shit out of Calliana, I stopped him and when I was going to take him to the dungeons again but Calliana dropped her tiny body to the floor in front of him and begged me to leave him be. I tried to talk to him again about beating up people that are innocent. He refuses to listen, I’m going to have to talk to Brinley about sending him away and pray to the goddess she understands. It’s gotten to the point that I banned anyone from going around him, I tried to move Calliana to another room she refused, she said; Dominic needs her and if a punching bag is

When shhe complains about books e ells her she could just borrow the books and reur them in for the rest of the time, besiadded, e ha a few books in her major to entertain herr. She sees that its true and she has les of an excuse. She agrees, especially wen a new thought comes up. She is eager and believes this is the moment they would finally have sex. As she leaves, she feels a bit giddy. Ch 26 E/S mutual mastudbation. Voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk. Dom ub dynamics. Prise and derogatory speaking. remote domination Dmitri

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

A thrill shoots through me when he tightens the first one. The men I invite into my bedroom will pull my hair and boss me around. They are not true dominants and can barely call themselves a top. Damian breathes dominance and he knows all the little ways to increase the tension of a scene. The California kink community is close knit. I earned my living as an edgy Domme who's good with a whip. Publically seeking out a dominant to get me off wasn't something I was willing to risk. My mystique was half the allure and I needed every lousy dime Johnny Ford paid me.

"No. We took her home" Jensen frowned. "Your mum's place?" "Yes, why are you asking?" "Nothing. I'm just really worried about your sister" "She will be fine" Jensen continuously bounced his left knee anxiously. "I read the article about your husband" he stated and she lowered her gaze, taking a bite of her sandwich. "What article?" "His recent sex escapades with the wives of his clients. According to the article, Dominic once raped a woman at the club and paid her a huge amount of money to keep her mouth shut"

He allows me the freedom to bathe myself as necessary, keeping my pussy and ass nice and clean for Daddy. Maybe I’m already getting spoiled. I wanted Dominic for so long before this and now I have him every day. He comes to me often, always with new treats and toys. There’s a massive big screen television on the wall, and a closet full of dresses finer than any I’ve ever worn before. They’re the sort of clothes you see celebrities wearing on red carpets, artistic, avant-garde gowns that only mock me because I’d be the definition of all dressed up and nowhere to go if I put them on, and Dominic always insists on my nudity whenever he is with me. He asked me about my hobbies. I told him I didn

'Yes,' he said breathily, as he knelt with his hands on his knees in front of her once more. 'They’d see you like this.’ 'Please don’t scream.’ He said it with conviction, completely engrossed in the imaginary situation. ‘I won’t. But only if you do exactly what I tell you to do.' Sometimes Clare wondered if the scenarios they acted out were based on fact. There had been many variations but the basic tenets were always the same: a man at the mercy of a woman. Had he smuggled himself into one of the maid’s rooms at the country estate, in his adolescence perhaps, and been punished for his trouble in exactly this way? Would that explain his obsession, his burgeoning sexuality becoming fixated o

“I want to fuck this throat properly. Relax your jaw, baby. Let Uncle use your mouth like a tight little pussy.” Dom reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in fast, firm circles while continuing to pound into me from behind. “You’re going to come again soon, aren’t you, baby?” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Come with two family cocks inside you. Such a dirty little bride. Your husband couldn’t even stay awake to fuck you, but we’re going to ruin every hole tonight.”

Dom paced around the small room. It was larger than his cell at Wyestate, but it still felt like a prison to him. Sighing, he opened the door and walked out to the kitchen. Brody was sitting at the table reading a newspaper. He looked up at him with a curious expression on his face. “I can’t sleep,” Dom grunted as he opened the fridge. There was nothing but a few sodas and water. Why couldn’t he have beer? It’s not like he was going to be drinking and driving. Not when he wasn’t allowed outside the walls of this tiny, crappy house.

I burst into laughter. “My what?” He grinned, slow and wicked. “Kept man not to your taste? House husband. Trophy alpha? Whatever title you want to give him while you’re off being a breadwinner, it’s up to you. ... Love slave?” “Neil!” My face burned, but I couldn’t help it. The image hit me with the force of a tidal wave. The image of Dominic in a pressed apron, standing in a gleaming kitchen with a spatula in hand and a smile on his face was too much. By the Goddess, the spatula turned into a feather duster, him looking utterly bewildered by domestic chores. The absurdity of it was too much. My shoulders shook, tears pricked the corners of my eyes, and I had to press a hand to because I wa