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On the sofa, the submissive's owner had her skirt hiked up and she was pleasuring herself while she watched her pet being used by these two strangers. Henry's tempo increased until finally, he pulled out, blasting a load all over the man's face. 'The man can cum like a fire hose,' Shamira thought, watching line after line of semen splatter on the young man's cheeks, nose, and mouth. She watched the domme stand up, walk over, look disapprovingly at her charge, and then slap him sharply across the face. She wiped Henry's goo off of her slave's face and then fed it to him, making sure he licked her latex gloves clean.

He bent down and whispered something in her ear that made her smile. "He's probably telling her how good she is, how beautiful she looks all flushed and clamped up for him", Jake told Meg. " How do you know?" "It's what Doms do. They praise their subs. You see, the sub is submitting to them. That itself is a really big deal", Jake explained. The Dom bent and in one fluid moment, unclamped a nipple, took it into his mouth and the woman let out another moan. He did the same for the other nipple and she gasped and strained at the cuffs holding her hands down on the table.

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.

“I am a Dom, or dominant. You will be my submissive. That means that I like to be in absolute control. When you’re in our bed, you’re to be 100% submissive to me. If you disobey, you will be punished. Punishment can be anything from bending you over my lap while I spank that pretty round ass of yours until you cream down your legs, to withholding your orgasm. It’s all up to me. When I tell you to cum, you will. As hard and as many times as I want. When you feel like you’ve reached your limit, I’ll push you over it. As your Dom, I’ll make you reach the highest peaks of pleasure and pain before I bring you back down and soothe it all away. Your body will be my toy, and I’ll play with it as rou

“She watches. She watches, Romano. She watches every thrust. Every scream. Every time the girl says ‘no’ and I don’t fucking stop. She watches my cum paint her thighs. Watches me spread her ass and lick her hole just to hear her sob.” Dominic walked back to the desk and slammed his hand down on the collar. “I want Isadora to feel like she is replaceable . I want her to fight!!! I want her to fucking own me!! Matteo was still now. “I’ll rip the gag off her mouth when the new girl starts shaking,” Dominic went on. “And I’ll make her beg. I’ll tell her, use your fucking voice or I’ll make you lick it off the floor. I’ll make her say she’s sorry. Make her say she wants to join. And she will. Oh,

No matter what’s happening, the irreverent little goofball can always make me laugh. I firmly squeeze her ankle, returning her to the sensations at hand – or in this case, at foot. Ryah trembles from my every touch. I bite her arch and her breath catches, a sweet sound of need. My heart and cock pound in reaction to her every response. I’m a self-assured Dom, certain of my authority, my skills and my appeal. I worked for over a year in a fetish club, giving countless women the pleasure or pain that they needed. It became an addiction for me: dominating women. Using them to meet my own cravings, because that’s what I needed, too.

-IRIS (newbie) I hit send quickly still feeling kind of silly for asking this girl for this type of guidance. I smiled, closed my computer, and laid back on my bed. I started to scroll on my phone searching Google for more information about daddy-doms, and what it meant to be a baby girl. In all seriousness, it seems as if a daddy is more protective, more nurturing, and more caring than a regular dom. They enjoy punishments like spanking, making their girl stand naked in the corner, edging (What the hell is that?), and quickies that only please them. Rewards would be shopping sprees, movies, cuddling, orgasms, and doing his baby's favorite things. I also read about bratting, which I am prett

“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?”

“I am a dom, Ms. Cane I go by many names: top, dominator, master, when mixing d/s- that is domination and submission. With master/slave relations I prefer to be called ‘Sir’ by my subs. My job as a dom is to ensure my sub is pleased… at my leisure and preference, of course. I use my little room, the room you invaded, to my advantage. It comes equipped with toys of all sorts that I like to play with. My sub, a willing woman, is the best toy of all inside those walls.” By now my fingertip was playing with the zipper on her grey, seamed, cotton pants. I undid the button and proceeded to rub her pussy through her lace panties. Impressive. I like a woman who knows how to wrap it up and present it

I had long dreamed of being used harshly by a dominant woman, while Karen had fantasied for years about having a man under her control. Being real was the key, as neither of us had any interest in the theatrical kind of BDSM role play that you see so often in femdom erotica. In my fantasies, the woman in control would want to hurt me because it excited her sexually, but she didn't need to scold, insult or ridicule me while doing it; as odd as it might sound, she was nice to me about it... even apologetic.