روايات وقصص ضمن Extreme Femdom Punishment

Doing what she was told to, she was helping the new slave perfect technique at the earliest stations, laying the groundwork for the more advanced techniques. Devon's attention was brought back to Dominique when he heard her voice commanding R to fuck her, and do it right or else. Devon smiled as he imagined Dominique beating R for triggering his orgasm too early, R would probably not survive the beating. Dominique had once beaten a slave nearly to death for denying her orgasm. That slave had spent weeks being nursed back to health, and afterwards was more dedicated in pleasuring his master. Devon returned his attention to the files, he had a couple updates to make, and he started on them. Ca

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.

I locked the torture in her eyes, how all she could do was stwitch, twist her heard and moan painfully, begging and craving to use her hands. “Ryder!” She moaned. “Master…Emma. Master!” I fucked her brains out as punishment. Her legs weakened so I had to hold her up against my hips. “Emma…do you like it when I fuck you like this?” “Yes Master!” I smirked and took it slow and steady, making her enjoy every part of it. Her juice poured around my dick. She bit her lips again. I grunted hard and begun fucking her hard and fast till my movement slowed. Her breasts danced up and down, giggling with her movements.

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

I whimper as someone — I think one of the other groomsmen — starts fucking my cum-filled pussy again. The father laughs low. “She already suspects. That’s why we needed you so desperate. You’re the perfect distraction. And if you ever talk…” He yanks the nipple clamps off without warning. Pain explodes through me as blood rushes back. “We’ll make sure everyone knows exactly what kind of cum-soaked slut you became the week of her wedding.” I cum again from the pain and the degradation, walls fluttering around the cock destroying me. They keep going for hours. Blindfolded. Bound. Used in every position. Double penetration. Triple. Someone sits me on their cock while another pounds my ass and a

“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.”