Dominant Shemale Novels & Stories

They listened excitedly as the women talked about how he liked to dominate a woman, it seemed that they had to do whatever it was he wanted or he would ‘punish’ them. ‘What do they mean by him punishing them?’ Trina whispered innocently and Jess blushed as she tried to explain, ‘He’s probably one of those BDSM Dominants, you know like that Christian Grey in Fifty Shades, seems since those films were released guys think they should all act like him. If you listen to the way these women are talking they all seem to want him to do it to them so you can understand why guys act like that..’ Jess explained and was surprised by her younger friend's reply,

Leaning towards my chest she gave my erected shaft as soft squeeze and began to kiss on my chest. I have never seen Nivi taking up the dominance in bed ever. This is was different and I liked it. Now she is the real fierce cat who I always liked. Shy one is only a fantasy of mine . I love my partner to be wild and take up dominance while making out . That shows her boldness and sexiness.

“No. We have an open relationship.” I dried my hands, and as I turned to leave, she said, “Richard and I clashed because of sex.” She had me now. Curiosity got the better of me. Bolman had said he was available. “Is he gay?” “No, I’m a dominant. So is he.” I felt the question written all over my face. “Dominant?” “I’m a dominatrix by profession,” she said. “You are?” My mind raced. Whitney and Richard were both dominant?

The woman sitting here was something new: Damien Voss’s eager, submissive slut, ready to embrace every dark desire he had awakened in me. The future stretched ahead, no longer professional and controlled, but wild, dangerous, and utterly thrilling. And I couldn’t wait to begin it.

Women definitely watched him with hungry eyes full of need and desire but it takes more than a pretty face to catch his attention. People often made the mistake of believing Dominance was loud. Master Steele proved otherwise. His authority lived in restraint. In patience. In the dangerous calm behind His silver eyes. To those privileged enough to know Him, He was a Master in every sense of the word — respected, feared, desired. A man who understood the intricate dance between control and trust better than most understood themselves. BDSM was not a hobby to Him. It was culture. Psychology. Ritual. Art. And Fantasy was His masterpiece.

She said as she went to stand in front of the mirror, Dominco who had noticed her presence since didn't say anything much as he kept struggling to cum,he couldn't look at her or else his animal instincts would tell him why Nora was the best person for his dick and not him,he really Needed to get out of the house fast,he was lucky his pheromones weren't coming out strongly as he expected, staring at her pack her hair in front of the mirror in all her naked glory, Dominco swallowed as he turned of the shower and got out,his dick was still hard but he knew he couldn't risk it.

I imagined what she would look like wearing a bunny mask, 'my' collar, and matching white lace lingerie crawling towards me on her hands and knees before sitting back on her heels. How she would slide her fingertips along her sexy thighs, clothed in crisp, white, lace-topped, thigh highs with her back straight, and her head tilted up. I shoved the lascivious thought away and focused on her. She looked innocent, like an angel in a demon's lair. Although she acted a bit different from when we talked over the phone, she was definitely worth the price. The atmosphere around me thickened as I slowly and meticulously circled around my prey in the shadows, channeling my Dominant headspace and letti

His did. "Harder." I moaned. He suddenly increased the force. Pain and pleasure shot through me. I moaned again. "Tell me what you want baby, and I will give it to you." Maddox left my mouth long enough to look me in the eyes. "I want a dominating male right now." I whispered to him. He smiled in delight. "You have it my lady." Accompanying this promise was another hard pinch to my nipples. He tore off my panties, turned me so I lay on my belly, spread my legs apart and slammed into me.

His vision alternated with the one from his imagination and damn it, this is so much better than reality. Dominic removed his own shirt without taking his eyes off the woman writhing on top of his bed. Ana was panting hard, she was shaking in excitement and you will hear no complaints from her. Dominic knelt in front of the bed, pulling Ana's soaked thong, watching how it passes her smooth skin. When it was successfully removed, the door to Dom's fantasy was revealed in front of him. Ana's pussy was pink and smooth as her skin with little to no hair which he preferred. She looked so beautiful down there that it made his head spin.

One was tied hands and legs to a pole with her small ass out, while the other with a strap-on fucked her from behind. The second which was a little more interesting than the first, starred a woman who was the sub, and her three male doms. The sub was turned down, her legs and hands spread apart on two poles. Her fake, plastic boobs were on clamps and she had a red blindfold over her eyes which was the only piece of clothing on her body.