Dominatrix Erotica Novels & Stories

“Now tell me your kinks, Elena. Be honest and dirty. What makes that pretty pussy wet when you think about it?” She blushed deeply but the heat between her legs grew again. “I like being dominated… and spanked hard. I like choking a little. And I really like when you call me your good girl and your queen at the same time. Also… I fantasize about being tied up and used while I can’t touch myself. It drives me crazy. I'm open to blindfollds.” Damon’s smirk grew into a dark smile. “Fuck, that’s perfect. My filthy little queen has such good taste. Get on your knees in the middle of the room.”

I would have happily done it, but I was still suspended upside down from the cross with my two nether holes filled, in the background for some of Evelyn's and future shots. Shasta was wearing a red corset which put her tits on a platter, and a red leather thong provided by Mistress Dark. As Evelyn had on a half mask with a ball gag, Shasta removed the ball gag and squatted over her mouth, pulling her thong to the side, to show how a Dominatrix could use Evelyn's position for their own pleasure. Shasta only got a couple licks in the process, but she was dripping and Evelyn had to clean her up.

I was sure it was her. I even opened my eyes, slightly trembling. But the woman below me, with her head tilted back, was not blonde. I closed my eyes again, letting the sounds I heard look like Joana's voice. It wasn't a sin. I was just exploring those sensations to the fullest. Maybe Joana wasn't the goddess of sex emerging to take me to the abyss of pleasure. I let myself be convinced that it was her. So what was love, became fucked up. The dirtiest kind possible. "Oh my God... "Maria moaned softly.

"Name, Eriantha. Tell the fucking name." She was aroused beyond control, by my venereal assaults, Eriantha was probably so lost in her reverie that she is unaware of the things her deceptive body was making her do. It's me who can make her feel this way,only me, those lustful moan, that amorous gaze, it's mine, all mine alone. She was rolling her hips deeper, grinding me as she was trying to ride on my finger, I was amazed by how my little vixen was trying to dominate me.

The dominatrix slid her hand along his belly, towards her prisoner's sex. "Someone doesn't hate that much, does he?" she laughed. "Do you want us to open the chastity cage?" "Please, Madam!" he replied. Her hands went up to his nipples, which she pinched again. "There will be a price, do you know that?" "Yes, Madam"

“She’s still so wet. This breeding cunt just keeps getting wetter.” They worked together perfectly. Dominic tortured my nipples — sucking, biting, pulling them until I was shaking — while Sasha finger-fucked me and licked my clit. I came again hard, soaking Sasha’s face while I screamed. But they didn’t stop. Dominic pulled me up and made me straddle him reverse cowgirl. He slid back into my cum-filled pussy and started bouncing me on his cock. Sasha stood in front of me and grabbed my hair, pulling my face into her pussy.

Dominique smiled wickedly, her eyes locked on his as she lowered her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting his precum. She took him deep, her mouth working him with skilled precision, her head bobbing up and down. Damien's hands gripped her hair, his hips bucking up to meet her movements. She pulled away, her lips glistening, and positioned herself over his cock. With a slow, deliberate movement, she lowered herself onto him, both of them moaning as he filled her completely. Dominique's dominatrix side took over, her eyes flashing with a mix of power and desire. She reached for the seat belt, wrapping it around Damien's neck, the metal buckle resting against his th

, he says, rubbing my clit in a slow, repetitive motion, causing me a feeling of extreme euphoria. I squirm at the sensation, unable to respond in the face of so many provocations that drive me wild. His mouth is still delivering strong bites wherever it can reach. Dense steam surrounds us, creating a hot, suffocating atmosphere. The intense heat causes sweat to run down my body, intensifying the sensation of suffocation, contributing to the excitement that drives me out of my mind. He thrusts his finger into my sex, sinking into my flesh, making me moan low, loving his thrusts, deep and sure, making me roll onto his fingers, feeling my whole body involuntarily contract with intense pleasure

I pull up outside the building that now belongs to Gabriel and Dominic ushers me inside. “I have a strapon harness that is adjustable and should fit your wife, a staples strapon, she can experiment with and a few sizes and styles of dildos, matching butt plugs and a flogger and paddle for when you finally tell her spanking you gets you off,” Dominic says. “I never told you about the spanking!” I hiss. “I know but at the grand opening, I saw who you interacted with and how you reacted to certain things. I am wonderful at what I do,” Dominic says. “If you know I met Rhett, did you also learn how he reacted to seeing Gabriel and I together?”

“The dice granted me creative dominion. The sensation round was a prelude. Now, we escalate. You will be disciplined for your earlier transgression, the unspoken begging. And you will be deprived of a sense, to heighten the others.” He approached her. “Turn around. Hands on the table again.” A fresh wave of adrenaline surged through her. The spank from his hand had been shocking, spontaneous. This was calculated, a ritual. She obeyed, assuming the position, her palms flat on the cool glass, her back arched, her sore, wax-spattered ass presented.