Extreme Femdom Punishment Novels & Stories

The muscles in her jaw flexed as she bit down on the ball gag and little cries of ecstasy escaped. He set a pattern, dildo on, floggers executing figure eights, then stop. Her skin turned a soft red as the floggers struck her thighs, her arms and her stomach. Now and then he would apply them to her breasts, just enough to sting but not enough to damage or destroy. He silently thanks the Dom who had trained him many years ago. He watched Dara carefully. He had to time everything just right. He wanted her on the brink of orgasm because, God knew, he himself was.

Pain and pleasure twisted together until she could barely think. "But if you are not a good girl, if you forget one thing or let laziness slip in, the punishment will be severe. I will tie you to this bed, edge you for hours without letting you cum, then whip that pretty ass until it is red and you are sobbing for mercy. I may even deny this pussy and ass for days while I use only your mouth. Do you understand?" "I understand, Sir. I will be perfect for you. I want to please you."

After she bore him the necessary heir to Neamh Álainn, he’d have no further use for her anyway, and he’d just rid himself of her then. “Yield,” he demanded, his fist raised in warning. “Nay.” Her voice didn’t come out as strong as before. It came out more of a breathy exhalation than anything, and her lips trembled. But she made herself heard. In the great hall, the murmurs rose, and Duncan’s face swelled, his cheeks purpling until she thought he might well explode. That shiny boot kicked out, connecting with her body. Her cry of pain was muted by the next blow. Over and over, he kicked, and then he yanked her up and drove his fist into her side.

"Get on the bed, slut. Spread your legs wide. It is time to start the real punishment." I climbed onto the bed slowly. Every movement hurt. I lay on my back and opened my legs like he wanted. Kane began attaching the cuffs. First my wrists, then my ankles. He pulled them tight so I was spread completely open. Maria stood quietly in the corner, eyes down. Kane picked up the belt from the floor. He folded it in half and tapped it against his palm. "Ready?" he asked softly. I closed my eyes and whispered their names one last time.

He let me have exactly five minutes. Then he flipped me, pinned both wrists above my head with one hand, and fucked me from behind so hard the headboard slammed the wall. His hand was wrapped in my hair, pulling until my scalp burned. He spanked my ass with other hand again and again until it glowed red and I was sobbing with pleasure. “Who’s in charge, baby?” “You, fuck, you—” Another slap, harder this time. “Say it like you mean it.” “You own this pussy, uncle Dom, please—”

It was luxurious but intimidating — a king-sized bed with black silk sheets, a padded spanking bench in the corner, metal hooks on the walls, and a tall cabinet that clearly held various toys and implements. “This will be your room when I don’t want you in my bed,” Dominic explained. “Now get on your knees.” Aria dropped to the hardwood floor immediately. Dominic stood in front of her and unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick, heavy cock. It was already semi-hard. “You have ten seconds to get it completely wet. If it’s not dripping when I fuck you, you’ll be punished severely.” She leaned forward quickly and took him into her mouth. She sucked desperately, swirling her tongue, coating ev

“Keep it in until I say. You’re my cumdump now.” Hours blurred, floggings leaving welts like art, nipple torture with weights pulling clamps to elongation, forced orgasms via wand until she begged mercy. Dean collared her mid-scene: a thick leather band with a D-ring, embedded tracker, and engraved Dean Breed’s Eternal Slave. “Lock it,” he commanded, clicking the padlock shut. The weight felt right, permanent. Exhausted, he uncuffed her, carrying her to the cage. “Kneel and reflect on your submission.” She obeyed, caged and plugged, watching through bars as he stroked himself back to hardness. “Edge yourself for me, no cumming.”

Her perfect plump bottom would be beautifully red before I fucked her hard from behind. I stopped fingering Tasha and thought for a moment about the last time we had done this before I announced her punishment. “We’ll start with seven. If you don’t count each one out loud or you cum before I am done, I will add more, and you won’t be fucked at all. Do you understand me, Tasha?” I asked. “Yes, Master. Punish me, please,” she begged. I began delivering her punishment and could smell her arousal building with each slap of the paddle against her creamy skin. When I delivered the final slap, she cried out. “Please, Master. Fuck me hard.”

Dim red lights dangled from exposed brick ceilings, casting a sultry, crimson glow over patrons clad in leather, latex, and lace. In one dimly lit corner, a raised stage hosted a live demonstration that made Kyra's breath catch: a lithe woman bound in intricate shibari ropes, her body arched in exquisite ecstasy as her Dom—a stern figure in black—whispered commanding words into her ear, a flogger trailing lightly over her flushed skin, eliciting soft gasps.

My body arches against the ties, the clamps pulling taut, sending sharp, burning pain through my nipples that twists the pleasure into something sharper, more intense. His eyes darken to black. “You came without permission,” he says, low and dangerous, pulling the dildo from me with a wet pop. “Bad girl. Now you get punished.” He flips me onto my stomach...adjusting the ties so my wrists cross above my head and my ankles are still spread wide. My ass is up, exposed, the clamps now pressed against the mattress, the pressure on my nipples constant and crushing, making me whimper. The cool air kisses my wet pussy and stinging ass cheeks, heightening my vulnerability.