Dominatrix Erotica Novels & Stories

"String him up." Rose and Slut collected him and hung him from one of the suspensions on the ceiling. "What the fuck is all this shit?" Jack asked. "What kind of fucking perverts are you?" "I'm a dominatrix, and I train submissives for other dominants," Mistress Dark said. "These are the tools of my trade." "Yeah? Well as far as I'm concerned, you're all a bunch of sicko's and I'm doing my wife a favor by taking her away from all this shit."

Dominic emerged from the closet like a predator stepping out of the shadows, his naked body was Greek god like and muscle, cock still thick and glistening from our earlier frenzy. In his hands: a sleek black box I recognised. My breath hitched at the sight. He pulled out a silk blindfold, adjustable nipple clamps with delicate silver chains, a leather flogger with soft suede tails, wrist and ankle cuffs, and that wicked rose vibrator I’d only seen once before. The one with the sucking mouth that could apparently ruin me in minutes. “You’ve been pushing me lately, wife,” he said, voice velvet-rough as he set the items on the nightstand. His eyes devoured me. I was spread out, wrists bound abo

Renata could do nothing but surrender completely. She was on all fours like a cheap whore, her ass being brutally pounded by Alex’s savage thrusts. Every time he slammed deep, her body jolted forward, forcing more of Dominic’s cock down her throat. Her clit was being mercilessly tortured by the vibrator in Cedric’s hand, making her squirt and soak her thighs and the sheets. Suddenly, Cedric pulled the vibrator away and slid his head underneath her. Without warning, his tongue attacked her clit with ravenous hunger, sucking and licking like a starving man.

Selina moans as my fingers make contact with her wet pussy and for a moment I lose all sense and I rub my fingers all over her pussy before zoning in on her clit. “Yes, don’t stop.” She moans as I stroke her clit. “No.” I snap jumping to my feet and knocking her backwards against the desk. Her moans had brought me out of my trance-like state and I know that I can’t do this. “We can’t, it’s wrong, you’re a kid, my daughter's best friend.” I snap, backing away from her and trying to pull my trousers up. “I’m legal and what Clarissa doesn’t know can’t hurt her.” She says advancing on me, “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for years now.”

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

I nodded slowly, as I started to feel a little uneasy about the situation. "So, the thing we are doing right now is," he continued, leaning forward slightly. "BDSM. Bondage. Dominant. Submissive. Masochist. Sadist. It's a form of erotic power exchange where one partner takes on a dominant role, controlling the other partner's actions and movements through various forms of bondage or restraint.

Ana had always been the good girl. Straight A’s, star athlete, and never a hint of trouble. But behind closed doors, she harbored a dark secret – a deep, insatiable desire to be dominated, to be used, to be broken. It was a shameful craving she’d kept hidden, too afraid to explore it. Until now. At 22, Ana was finally ready to embrace her true nature. She found an ad online, a private dungeon run by a Dominant named Master D. The photos showed a muscular, tattooed man with piercing eyes. Ana’s body trembled with anticipation as she arranged a session.

Dim red lights dangled from exposed brick ceilings, casting a sultry, crimson glow over patrons clad in leather, latex, and lace. In one dimly lit corner, a raised stage hosted a live demonstration that made Kyra's breath catch: a lithe woman bound in intricate shibari ropes, her body arched in exquisite ecstasy as her Dom—a stern figure in black—whispered commanding words into her ear, a flogger trailing lightly over her flushed skin, eliciting soft gasps.

And handed it to me. I opened it. The first pages were boring lawyer shit. Then I see… Full fucking penetration, vaginal, anal, oral, at any time, with or without notice. Restraints, blindfolds, impact play, sensory deprivation. Orgasm control and denial at the Dominant’s discretion. Public and semi-public exhibition at Dominant’s pleasure. Each line made my pulse throb in my clit. By page three I was pressing my thighs together like that would stop the wetness leaking into my panties.

None of my pack ever believed in BDSM, or have any interest in sex clubs, I heard what they said when this club opened. Running fingers through my hair, i watched a woman who was bent over a spanking bench get her ass tanned, her tender white flesh blushed a nice rouge as the man, her Dom, went at her for some misdemeanor. The scene left my cunt creaming, her skin was dark, and it took a lot for her ass to show any hint of red. I knew as I had been told before, finding a man to become my Master or Dom had put me in some bad situations, the men within my pack didn’t believe in taking a hand or cane to woman, let alone punishing her.