Feeder Kink Novels & Stories

“Almost makes me feel bad about what I’m about to do.” Her head snapped over her shoulder, eyes wide. “What are you about to—” The sharp smack of my hand meeting her ass cut her off. She gasped, her whole body jerking against me. My palm stung lightly, and it itched for more when a red bloom spread across her skin. I never thought I’d be into this, but I was wrong. Katie Martinez was my kink. My fetish. Whatever she wanted, I would do for her. And having her draped over my lap willingly with a safe-word made me feel powerful.

His eyes darted over my face and lingered on my lips. “It’ll be so easy to push my cock into your pussy,” he growled as he slowly rolled his hips. “I’ll fill you up with my cum and watch my baby grow inside you.” He shuddered. “Please don’t tell me you have a breeding kink,” I whispered. “A what kink?” Ryder frowned. “A breeding kink. I read a book where the male lead was obsessed with getting the female lead pregnant. He switched out her birth-control pills with vitamin pills.”

For some reason, my nipples tightened at his praise, making me wonder if I had praise kink. I mean—my friends always spoke about their kinks and often mentioned ‘Praise Kink.’ I asked what it was and I was told the meaning. Turns out, it was exactly how I was feeling when Daddy praised me. Slowly, his voice dragged me out of my thoughts and when I looked up at him, I found him staring at my perky nipples through the flimsy material I was putting on. “You have a praise kink.” He stated directly, his hooded gaze clashing against mine.

“Only five?” He smirked. “For now.” “One,” he said, raising a finger. “Restraint. I tie you up, hands only, nothing painful.” She swallowed. “Two,” he continued, “Power play. I tell you what to do. You say yes, sir.” Her mouth parted slightly. “Three, sensory control, blindfolds, maybe a feather, focus on teasing.” She stared at the feather in the box. “Four, praise kink.” She raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

Her nakedness made him salivate like a dog, he couldn't stop kissing her neck, much less stop himself from making hickeys. She moans softly into the fabric, her arms automatically swirling around his shoulder. "Here comes the train." Whispering in her ear smuttily, Zayn slowly stretches her walls. The delicious stretch makes her back arch with pleasure. He pulls out, only to push himself back into her. Soft missionary always made Cassandra cry tears of pleasure. She squirmed under him, the feeling in her lower abdomen and the constraint of not being able to moan louder was her new kink.

I slowly drew more and more of his cock into my mouth, my tongue never slowing. Teasing and swirling as I sucked him deeply then releasing just to begin again. Before long I was deep throating him, I could feel the piercings rubbing on the roof of my mouth and my tongue, and I could only imagine what it would feel like inside of me. When he began to moan out loud, the good girl in me felt immense satisfaction. I have a praise kink, so I always did anything to get my partner to praise me and call me a good girl.

I nodded, that sounded like a good idea. “So did you get your mark?” I asked, trying not to sound weird. Kenneth moved the collar of his t-shirt and showed me his mark. “Cool, did it hurt?” I questioned. Kenneth shook his head, “No dude, it was mind blowing. I can’t begin to even tell you how awesome it was. But check this out,” then he lowered his voice, “I am going to ask Phoebe to come in here for a minute,” he said excitedly. “Listen dude, I don’t want to see some sort of kink show,” I replied. He just laughed at me. Phoebe walked into the room, “What did you need my love?” she said then gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I was just showing Bay the mind-link in action so that when I tol

Yet, balls deep in Pam, I couldn’t get anything. Well, I mean, I got pleasure from fucking her. It was a hell of a good time. Not often that I got a girl in my bed that was down to be tied up while I fucked her. I’ve had a few, but those were bunnies who have long since graduated. I wouldn’t have the rope or spots on my headboard and footboard to secure them if I’d never ventured into that kink. Pam handled it well enough that I think I might’ve unlocked a new kink for her.

“Look, new guy, if Sergei finds out you’re not really assigned to the new feeder, and you’re just trying to get some ass or blood on the side, he’ll cut off your balls before pushing you down the waterfall. I’ve seen him do it before.” I grimace, disgusted at the imagery of castration and also the implication I’m trying to take advantage of Lydia. “I’m really just bringing the feeder some water. That is the only thing I’m doing.” The guard continues like I didn’t say anything, “Unlike other places, we’re very strict about who can touch the feeders. Unless you’re the king or someone close to him, you don’t get to feed directly. You only get the extracted stuff like the rest of us.”

THEMES: Voyeuristic fantasy, Neighbors, proximity tension KINKS: Voyeurism & exhibitionism, Mutual self- pleasure, Eye- contact control, breathy praise, Hair- grip, tongue play, teasing, denial cadence. I have a favorite daydream I never say out loud. It’s stupid and simple, but it burns... deep down in my mind, haunting me daily as I think of what it would be like to watch a man, alone with his shoulders tense and his hand moving up and down over his cock.