Femdom Chastity Memes Novels & Stories

(We used the word FAP a lot in public for kicks, or when she was feeling a bit racy. We both stayed clear of tags like r**e, Scat, water sports, Non-consensual, gangbang, deep throat... well, actually we liked Deep Throat, just with 2 people only, of course. The other penetration came in the form of a dildo or a butt plug (which she loved).

“See how she trusts him completely.” I couldn’t look away. The flogger fell in rhythmic patterns, turning her skin a lovely pink. When the Dom dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs, her cries grew sharper. Damien mirrored the action, sliding two fingers deep inside me while his thumb circled my clit in time with the other man’s movements. “Imagine that’s you down there,” he whispered hotly against my ear. “Everyone watching while I devour this sweet cunt.”

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.

, I pointed out. “Because heaven forbid a male member of the Hart’s Hog ever do anything domestic other than grilling, paying the bills, or having sex! Hell would certainly freeze over”, she snaps, causing Meme to laugh so hard she snorts. “You’re damn fucking right”, I snap back, making Meme now laugh so hard she’s choking, but Jonny is staring me down.

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.

Magda knew her cheeks were bright pink, “are you insane? I cried when Sienna got caught with her dildo out of pure sympathetic response to her embarrassment. I’m all for being an empowered woman and taking what you want but I don’t have daddy issues so I don’t need to be dominated in the bedroom and I don’t have control issues so I don’t need to dominate in the bedroom. What’s wrong with a little give and take? Missionary and maybe doggy style? I’m not down to tying or being tied.” “You are so vanilla.” Dimi bit the end of her banana and then dunked it again in the container. “Ew! You can’t double dip!” “Oh, I would,” Darya spoke up. “Dimi, if you and whoever you end up with want to swing, I

"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!”