Female Dom Male Sub Novels & Stories

These are just three random characters I've made up for this one shot, the submissive is a trans man (ftm) and the daddy and Master are cis men My daddy and Master have been edging me for hours on this bed. They've used everything they can think of to torture me with pleasure but haven't let me cum, bringing me dangerously close to the edge but never letting me feel the orgasm. They haven't even taken their leather pants off to reward me with their cocks.

The sound of their bodies colliding was loud, fleshy, and absolutely filthy. "You feel that, Leo?" Dr. Webb grunted, his rhythm never faltering. He was sweating now, the hair on his chest damp, his silver-streaked hair falling across his forehead. "That is what real dominance feels like. Not some boy fumbling around in the dark. A man who knows exactly how to take you apart." "Yes, Daddy, yes," Leo moaned, pushing his hips back to meet each thrust. "You feel so good. You are so much better than anyone else."

He slammed back another gulp of liquor. At that moment, a busty server in a skimpy white uniform sashayed by bearing a tray of fresh crab cakes. Brady's arm shot out and yanked her against him, leering drunkenly down at her squirming form. "Well aren't you a tasty little morsel," he purred, ignoring her protests. "Why don't you bring that tray down to my private cabin so we can get...properly acquainted." His hand slid lower down her back suggestively. Before he could grope further, an authoritative voice rang out, cutting through the noise and conversation.

He didn't realize that his words sounded both condescending and threatening. Luna Cruz smiled faintly and, with her fingertip, traced from his sharp jawline to his large eyes, then gently touched the point between his eyebrows, provocatively saying, "Try it, and you'll understand." It was difficult to say if Daniel Quinn was naturally inclined to be a submissive or if Luna Cruz had him well trained. At the first time, he secretly enjoyed it while resisting, but in the second, third, and countless times that followed, he had grown to relish it.

There will be a full internal review. I listen. I don't interrupt. Interrupting right now would cost me energy I need for other things. When he finishes, Dominic speaks for the first time since entering the room. "The child is mine." His voice is low and even, the kind of voice that expects to be heard without raising itself. "I want that established clearly, before anything else is discussed." I look at him. Up close he is even more unsettling than he was in the doorway. Not because he's threatening exactly, but because he has the quality of something that doesn't need to threaten. Still waters that you somehow know go down very, very far.

His dark eyes hold mine, intense and unyielding, while the subtle bulge in his trousers hints at the arousal building between us. "You're beautiful like this," Daddy murmurs, reaching down to trace his thumb along my lower lip, his touch firm yet gentle, sending a shiver racing down my spine. The dominance in his gaze wraps around me like a velvet restraint, making my skin tingle with submission, my nipples tightening against the fabric of my bra as I lean into his hand.

Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him again, his grip, his voice, the weight of the bond tightening like an invisible thread between us. Submissive. The word followed me like a shadow. But somewhere beneath the fear, beneath the instinct to bow and obey, something stirred. Anger. I had survived being overlooked. I had survived cruelty dressed as tradition. I had survived being nothing. If this bond meant anything… it wouldn’t break me. It would change me. And whether Kael realized it or not The mate he had claimed was not as weak as she appeared.

I cried, my eyes rolled back into my head. He slowed down a little, the sudden change in pace denying me my orgasm. "Not yet. Or I'll stop," he said as he pulled out and made me lay down, stomach down, ass up, slamming me harder and faster doggy style. "Daddy!" I shamelessly screamed as his cock threatened to tear my asshole. "Your cock is too big." "Shut up and take it like the little slut you are," he hissed, spanking my ass hard, leaving his hand prints.

The Dom nodded to Ben so he tipped his head in return. There was a heavy set woman dressed completely in black leather who had another slimmer woman wearing minimal leather garments and a leash. Their blue and red rings were evident. Ben caught the cruel smile on the Dom's face as she yanked her sub closer to pinch the woman's nipple. The slim woman squealed and whimpered but the way she bit her lip afterwards gave away her true feelings.

I am Hemanth, a 19-year-old Indian boy, living with my parents in a quiet suburban neighborhood. I had always been a shy, introverted kid, but lately, I had developed a fascination with BDSM and pegging. I spent hours online, watching videos and reading stories about dominant women using strap-ons to fuck their submissive male partners. The idea of being dominated, edged, and tortured by a powerful milf consumed my thoughts.