Femdom Chastity Memes Novels & Stories

"Yes." A slow, satisfied smile curved Damon's lips. "Let's start with the concept of repressed desire." Before Kai could answer, Damon's hand caught his chin and tilted his face up. The touch was firm but not rough. The light hair on the back of Damon's hand brushed Kai's skin, and a shiver ran down his spine. "Pay attention," Damon murmured. He kept one hand on Kai's chin while the other opened the textbook again. "The chains in the text symbolize something the character wants but cannot admit."

He also told her, "Remember, my wife cums first before you do or you will regret it." I had no idea if I could even cum again and I also happily would have traded a final orgasm for seeing this co-ed punished for cumming without permission. Liz walked around and plopped down next to me. She gave my right nipple some loving licks. Then she purred into my ear. "I'm so glad you share your husband with us. I thought I had a daddy fetish, and I totally do, but I also found I like dominating women. We taught Rose to serve us both. I know your thing is big black cocks. If I get a black strap-on could I convince you to serve me at our sorority? I have a few friends who likely would join in giving yo

He took control instantly but we made our way to the bedroom where Nadia was. “Fuck, Chelsea,” he rasped against my lips, his voice was deep and thick with years of restraint. “You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How many nights I've jerked off about you. My little step- sister, legs spread wide open begging for me. I tried to fight it. God I tried but not anymore. His confession lit a fire within me. I felt like fucking Felicia in beauty in black. Oh boy, you just unleashed something deep in me. I moaned into his mouth, grinding shamelessly against his hard cock underneath his jeans, my soaked panties climbing to my swollen folds.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

“It was a fetish club then. Nobody actually beat you?” “Oh, I had a guy who liked to spank and I worked with him a few times but I didn’t like it so I stuck with the weird fetish guys. Dimi did the books. Darya is the dominatrix of us all. She could flog a man within an inch of his life and still make him orgasm.” “You know, when you told me BDSM club, I thought you were fucking with me but you meant it!” “I absolutely meant it.” She snickered as he growled at her. “What?”

"Yes, Domina." I took the strapless and washed it in the sink. I heard Shasta cumming again. Rhonda was a good slave. I put everything away and went and sat on the bed. Lisa was finishing with Sean's cock. Her rectum was primarily closed again. It didn't take long once the fucking was over. I took the camera and sent several pictures of us getting fucked; me in the cunt and Lisa in the ass. I didn't send any pictures inadvertently showing Shasta. It wasn't my place. "Damn, you right. This slave is better than you," Shasta moaned, cumming again.

The photo is of a fat male clad in skin tight leather from head to toe, whipping a female suspended … from the ceiling. “He’s uhm… He’s a collector of “rare” females. Different races, different creatures. So I’m certain having a pregnant red wolf would be a fabulous addition. He’s probably got at least a dozen wives, numerous girlfriends. Who knows how many kids. Gets his money from his shipping businesses… you know containers that can bring you anything you want discreetly. He’s one of the most notorious doms in the world of underground S&M. He’s brutal, gets off on the pain he inflicts. He probably owns a third of the bondage clubs in Europe. Girls that don’t hold up, that he thinks are we

“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.”

“Of course, every day would be overkill.” “Should I ask her? Hey, Aurora, do you like being whipped?” Chuckling, I dared, “If you want to embarrass her, then, go ahead.” From my peripheral vision, I watched her snort. “This is the dumbest conversation I have ever had with you, Dom.” Ah, the nickname. I couldn’t tell anyone how uncharacteristically juvenile it was for me to love the sound of it, but—screw the world—it felt so good. “I don’t understand why are we fighting over their fetish and kink? Let them do whatever the hell they want!”

"We have two very upscale private clubs, and the members are very carefully screened. Very few people invite others to play at their homes, unless they're in a relationship. Or the beginning of one." The image of her last visit to the club at home, slammed into her, Chad bound and chained beneath a spotlight bracketed by Marie Delong and Nadia Varek. Two women who made a habit of poaching on other Domme's territory. What had they said to Chad, done to him, given him to convince him to betray her that way? Would she ever forget the sight of one woman taking his cock in her mouth while the other played with a vibrator at his ass? She shut her eyes, hoping to wipe the image from her mind.