Dominatrix Erotica Novels & Stories

“Damn woman, I would like anything you do to me. You carry on treating me how you want to. I am yours Roxy and I always will be. If you want to spank me go right ahead. If you want me to buy you a whip so you can whip me and treat me like your own persona sex slave, I will buy you a whip.” She bites her lower lip. “Now, I like the idea of you being my sex slave. I want a nice whip one with diamonds and all black faux leather.” I throw my head back and laugh. “I suppose you want the whole dominatrix outfit to go with it too.” She licks the top of my crown. My boxers now mid-thigh. Her hand cups my balls and I swear to God, I am about to jizz all over her face and tits. “I do like the idea of

At least the women there are clean and all tested and I am a member. I get to my car and retrieve my wallet from the dashboard and check if the card is there and it is. I smile and ignite the car. Velvet House is a fantasy world that gives most men what they do not get in their marriages. Here, one gets all types of sex depending on their preference. I am a hardcore dominant and I love my partners submissive and masochistic. I love dominating for a good fuck but once in a while, I can switch roles but that doesn't with whether I can get a good dominatrix.

Dencia began to aggressively ride Lindy's face, scrolling her bare vagina back and forth Linda's lips. Lindy played the path by sucking loosely Dencia's pussy, she grabbed dencia by the lap and suck her pussy dry. The triplets had to be sexually entertained. After a while of pleasurably sucking her vagina, dencia forgot that it was a dominatrix and began to enjoy the pleasure. When lindy noticed that she was loose, she took the open chance and gave a violent turn, which sent dencia falling to the ground and her on top of her. Lindy was determined to keep dencia down for long, and so she pressed her hard on the floor with her full weight. Lindy's first move was to plunge her own pussy inside

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.

I can hear some more shuffling and then he was telling me, "Yes, mistress, I'm naked." Mistress? I sighed internally. You seriously wouldn't believe how many men were into the whole dominatrix kink. In the beginning, it was kind of fun but by now it was getting pretty old. Mentally awakening my inner dom, I relaxed further into the sofa and flipped through the magazine."Good boy," I cooed, finding a 20 sex tips for women article. Huh, how fitting. "Now, here's what I want you to do, and you better listen closely, pet."

The owner of that voice, a woman, radiated a cold authority mixed with a hint of evident delight at our discomfort. The moment they ripped off my gag and blindfold, my eyes, burning and slow to adjust, locked onto the figure before us. She was everything you picture as a female dominatrix personified, decked out in leather and lace. She was the very image of dominance and control, almost like she stepped out of every BDSM dominance, fucked up movie ever made.

There was something so…hot about the fact that I was limiting the way she was breathing. The way her pussy fluttered around me? Told me everything I needed to know. She loved this. She fucking liked being dominated and used like this. Fuck. When I angled my hips and hit a deep spot inside her, she screamed and her body began to thrash about, trying to break free from my grip. Her legs kicked out weakly, her hands scratching at my arm around her throat. A muffled scream escaped from behind my hand, her eyes squeezed shut in desperation.

he murmured. I held my breath, his scrutiny unnerving. He stepped closer, so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek. “Tell me, Miss Carter…” His fingers brushed against the strap of my bra, sending a shiver down my spine. “Have you ever been dominated before?” My lips parted, but no sound came out. His hand trailed down my arm, slow and deliberate, before he leaned in, his mouth grazing my ear. “By the time this weekend is over, you won’t just know what it means to submit.”

Valentina cupped her tits and whispered “Fuck us, punish us choke us fuck our throats like last time” Sofia bent over the desk legs spread open so he could see her pussy lips twitching through the lace “Oh fuck Master you locked the door this is gonna be so much fun” Dominic stepped forward They expected his cock. His fingers. His voice ordering them onto the desk onto their knees into his lap But what they didn’t know Was he didn’t lock the door to fuck them He locked it to teach them

She’s wearing black lingerie, tiny lace that barely covers anything, the dark straps hugging her curves, pushing her breasts up and making her look like like a goddess sent solely to ruin my self-control. Hell… she looks like a fucking sexy, dangerous dominatrix. My cock instantly hardens, straining painfully against my pants as heat floods my entire body. All the memories from last night come rushing back, and now this? I close the door behind me with a slow click, my eyes devouring every inch of her. “You’re supposed to be resting, baby girl,” I say, my voice hoarse, already filled with lust. “But instead you’re laid out here looking like you want to ruin me.”