Drow Femdom Novels & Stories

He bent down and whispered something in her ear that made her smile. "He's probably telling her how good she is, how beautiful she looks all flushed and clamped up for him", Jake told Meg. " How do you know?" "It's what Doms do. They praise their subs. You see, the sub is submitting to them. That itself is a really big deal", Jake explained. The Dom bent and in one fluid moment, unclamped a nipple, took it into his mouth and the woman let out another moan. He did the same for the other nipple and she gasped and strained at the cuffs holding her hands down on the table.

Dom brought the candle back up to my belly and began to drop the wax on me as if he was tracing patterns, as if he was painting something across my body. I moaned, hissed, and even cried but I never asked him to stop. What shocked Dom the most was when I arched my body up towards the next drop, as if I was begging and craving for more drops. “Wow!” Dom whispered to himself but I could hear him. “Good, Shemika! You make pain look like art.” Dom murmured, and I only chuckled. The last drop landed on my clit again and I bit down the lower part of my lips as I tightened my dripping entrance so as not to cum.

"Try me." At those words, she looked at him for a few minutes then sighed. "It's Bondage, Discipline or Dominant, Sadomasochism or Submissive and Masochism. In my own case, I'd be your Dominant and you'd be my submissive. I, or this situation rather, is usually called femdom." "Female dominant." She nodded. "Yes," "What do Subs do?" "They're different, for every Dom, but with you, my rules wouldn't be too much. My stepfather wants me having a sub for our training and he keeps bringing people I don't like. If I present you, I'm sure he'd be pleased."

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

“I want to fuck this throat properly. Relax your jaw, baby. Let Uncle use your mouth like a tight little pussy.” Dom reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in fast, firm circles while continuing to pound into me from behind. “You’re going to come again soon, aren’t you, baby?” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Come with two family cocks inside you. Such a dirty little bride. Your husband couldn’t even stay awake to fuck you, but we’re going to ruin every hole tonight.”

"Daddy's eager slut. Swallowing my load and still begging for more. Bet you'd let me fuck you raw in front of your parents window if I told you to." The orgasm tore through both of us, leaving me limp and sated. But the balance shifted. The plot thickened with tension. Dominic started warning me about system limits, hints that prolonged use could blur lines between virtual and real. I ignored it, craving more. The sessions escalated in variety and intensity. Slow, sensual nights where he worshipped every curve of my body... kissing down my spine, eating my ass until I screamed, then sliding into me missionary-style so I could see his face contort in pleasure.

His long fingers are expert when it comes on doing these. “I thought w-we’ll eat?” I broke the silence between us. He leaned closer to me. Adam sat down beside me as his hand was still inside my undies. “Why can’t you just obey my orders and be a good girl, Raviora? Huh?” He asked sensually before trailing the tip of his nose on my cheeks. I groaned and held his arms. Slowly moving it up and down to fasten his phase, but Adam never obliged. “Now you want it fast,” he mocked.

"And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?" Chad rounded the table in two long strides, pulling her to her feet and crushing her against his chest. "You'll just have to wait and see," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "But I promise you one thing - by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll forget all about Karen and every other demon plaguing your mind. I'll fill you up with so much pleasure and adoration that you'll be drunk on it for days." Cassandra shivered, desire and anticipation thrumming through her veins like wildfire. "Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, tilting her head back in blatant invitation.

My nails gently pressed his also heated skin, and Dennis let out a trembling sigh. There was a time when he asked me to suck him while his father was between my tits. He said that Spanish was the best sexual art for voluptuous women and partners with big penises. I had to agree. But nothing replaced the conventional blowjob. Especially when we were both so ready to cum without even touching each other. It was also the best way for me to focus on his reactions.

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.