Dominatrix Erotica Novels & Stories

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

I would smile back and feel a little electrical charge at the shared knowledge that passed between us. Karen did not at all fit the image many people might have of a domme, but instead fit more into that "girl next door" stereotype with her freckles, strawberry blonde hair and warm personality. We shared a complete lack of interest in the black leather and spikes you so often see in BDSM-themed erotica, and the theatrics of dominants insulting their subs in anger did nothing for us either. The most erotic thing for us was to just be the people we really were, in love with each other and simply accepting of the fact that she was turned on by dominating me and I was turned on by letting her.

The red heels made her legs look longer and more dangerous. Elara climbed onto the bed slowly. She straddled his waist, her heels digging into the mattress on either side of his hips. “If I do this, you don’t get to touch me. You don’t get to control anything. Understand?” Dante nodded. “I understand. I want you in control.” She moved back until she knelt between his spread legs. Her red stiletto hovered over his cock again. The sharp heel pointed directly at the soft shaft. “Tell me if it’s too much,” she said, voice shaking.

I wink at her, and we both start laughing just as Ella comes down the hall. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Work is kind of slow tonight but watching some of the scenes going on is actually kind of interesting. I file them away to possibly try will Precious sometime. As I’m standing by one of the scene rooms, a woman comes walking up to me. She’s dressed in an all- black cat woman-like body suit that is accessorized with a belt that has a whip, cuffs, and a few other items secured to it. Her breasts are practically hanging out of the top. It’s easy to tell that she is a Domme or a Dominatrix as some people call it.

My walls tightened in anticipation and my legs started shaking as pressure builds within my core. “Don’t cum,” “Dom, please,” “Please, what. Caliana?” My eyes roll back in my head as Dominic lavishly devours my pussy, but it’s not enough I want…I crave more of him. “Fuck, me,” “I don’t,” *Lick* “Know,” *Suck* “If you could,” *Nibble* “Handle it,” Dominic’s teasing tactics have me nearly over the edge and I’m not sure how much more I can take before my body releases.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

"Her cunt is dripping and ready to be used by anyone I choose." He starts by pushing three thick fingers into my soaked pussy, pumping them hard and fast while a woman from the crowd kneels and sucks hungrily on my hard nipples. The sensations make me moan loudly, my body already trembling. Darius brings a powerful vibrating wand to my swollen clit and turns it on high. The intense buzzing sends me over the edge within minutes. I come hard squirting down my thighs while the crowd watches with hungry eyes. Darius unties me and pushes me onto the bed.

“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?

I wanted to savor this. Then I reached for the vibrator. It was thick, black, and perfectly unyielding. I pressed it to my entrance and slid it in slowly. My walls clenched greedily. I flicked it on. The buzz hit hard, and I leaned back against the cushions, trembling. On screen, the dominatrix whispered something cruel. The man sobbed and thanked her. I twisted the clamps gently, crying out as pain lanced through my chest and curled into pleasure. I imagined what it would feel like to press my heel to a man’s chest and watch him break for me. I didn’t want sweet. I wanted desperate. I wanted ruined.

She growls, using her now free arms to reach up and grab Beckett by his curly locks, shoving his head down toward her cunt, "Now reward me." "Yes, ma'am." He teases, letting our little Dominatrix take control just this once. He uses one hand to push down on her pelvis and uses the other to insert two fingers inside of her; he starts to fingerfuck her at a fast, brutal pace while he lathers her pussy with saliva licking her from bottom to top before sucking her clitoris into his mouth. He has her over the edge within seconds. "FUCKINGFUCKFUCKITYFUCKYESOHMYYES!" She garbles, screaming at the top of her lungs as her orgasm runs through.