Dominatrix Erotica Novels & Stories

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

“One isn’t enough. I want three. Then I’ll fuck you.” Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as the second orgasm slammed into her, harder, crueler, leaving her gasping. She begged him, voice breaking. “Please, Dominic, stop— I can’t—” “Yes, you can,” he growled, forcing the vibrator back against her swollen clit. “You can take everything I give you. Because you were made to be fucked by me.” When the third orgasm ripped through her, she screamed his name, her body jerking violently against the restraints.

"More, boss—fuck me harder! I need it all, please don't stop ruining my pussy!" I growled low, one hand fisting into her blonde hair and yanking her head back just enough to arch her back, forcing her face down flat against the scattered papers on the desk. My dominance complete, I held her there, pinning her curvy body while my cock hammered into her from behind without mercy. Her ass jiggled with every impact, red handprints from earlier spanks glowing on her pale skin. "That's right, take it like the filthy secretary you are," I snarled, voice rough with lust. "This cunt belongs to me now—say it."

But he liked it when a consenting woman showed a hint of apprehension, which was not the same as fear. The real pleasure for him as a Dom was being with a woman who trusted him completely but didn't necessarily trust herself to give in to the pleasure right away. The woman's inner struggle to finally let go was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. If Little Mac wanted to go to Russia, she had to prove she could take anything and surrender to the feelings she hid within herself.

JULIA After supper and listlessly watching TV for a couple hours, I went to bed with my laptop and searched for Mistress Dark on the web. She had a professionally designed web page showing what services she offered. A lot of them were directed towards offering her services to subs without dominants, but she also offered training, and sold products for the well equipped slave owners home. Her website showed photos of many of the furniture products in use, with only the genitals or breasts of the model blacked out. As I looked at some of them, I felt myself get wet again, imagining myself displayed and used like this, uncompromisingly serving a demanding owner. I needed to cum again. I took of

It’s what I’ve never had before, a man who could meet my fire. “I am a dom,” he whispers, leaning in. “True and true. But today, to show you I’m serious… I want to please you. As you wish.” “Wait…you mean here?” Before I can finish, he spins my chair toward him. My protest melts when his mouth finds my thighs. The moment his tongue touches my clit, I jolt. He’s already moved my thong aside. No warning. No hesitation. “I’m appeasing you, Erianna,” he breathes. “Making you come exactly how you want.”

“Look at how puffy and red your lips are. Your hole is clenching around your fingers like it is starving for a real cock. You are leaking all over my bed like a desperate whore. How long have you wanted your father-in-law to fuck you senseless?” “Since you walked in today,” I admitted, hips rolling shamelessly against my hand. “The way you stared at my tits downstairs made me soak my panties. I came in here because I needed to cum while thinking about you owning me. Please Marcus… I need your big cock. I need you to dominate this pussy and make me your secret slut.” His eyes flashed with dark satisfaction. “Beg properly then. Tell me what a filthy widow you are. Tell me you want daddy to rui

Ch 26 E/S mutual mastudbation. Voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk. Dom ub dynamics. Prise and derogatory speaking. remote domination Dmitri He watches the Livestream and sees her start it as usual, sliding her ands against er body in sinewy motions. He is mesmerized by the movements buu doesn't start jacking off yet. Hhe likesthe delaty. Se asks I'm what tool she should use. And e realises se isn't easing tee audience but is expecting him to answer. Hhe says none. He wants her to use her fingers.

It wasn’t unpleasant, just something novel and unexpected. Julie moaned softly as Fia’s tongue found her clit. “Go carefully,” the domme warned. “Make me cum. You’re being oh so carefully evaluated.” Fia understood that. She wanted to please Julie. She wanted to please George. She wanted to show off what a good slave she was and what an asset she was to the both of them.

My heart is pounding with each step and when I open my bedroom door, the bedroom we planed to be our love nest when we got married, Fred was on fours on the bed, fucking a big breasted blondie, while a huge black woman, all dressed in leather, had a dildo up his anus. Stop this derailed train that I want to get down! Fred tries to cover himself in bed and the dominatrix complains with him, kicking his ass with her hight heel shoe. “What the fuck, man? You paid a lot for both, you didn’t say anything about fucking this girl, you either pay more or I’m out.” Fred sits on the bed and raises his hands to his head, as if he didn’t believe he was caught red handed, trying to explain the inexplicab