Novel & Cerita Femdom Lifestyle

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.

Time to consider the best course. Mother Serenity had been working with her to form a list of possible candidates for marriage. Mary hadn’t wanted a warrior, but she’d recognized the need to have one as her husband. From the moment she claimed her legacy, her husband would have to spend the rest of his life defending it from greedy, power-hungry men. Wasn’t that the way of the world, though? Only the strong survived, and the weak perished. She frowned. Nay, that wasn’t true. God protected the weak. Perhaps that’s why he made warriors, so they could protect women and children. Which meant Duncan Cameron could only be of the devil.

The last page caught my attention "I am not allowed to have any relationships outside." "I was not allowed to go outside the mansion without his permission." "He owns my body and will do with it as he pleases." "I am to prepare his meal and ensure he is properly taken care of." "While the agreement is still in place, I belonged to him and if I broke any rule, he would punish me the way he deemed fit." I stirred at the instructions for a little while; it's not that bad, I thought.

"Our sexuality belongs to our Dominant and when and where we have sex is up to them. Rhonda hasn't had sex since Tuesday, no matter how badly nor how much she wanted it. It's why she was so desperate to orgasm now. You will crave release from anyone. Despite Rhonda being a lesbian, she will beg to be fucked by my Master to get the sex she needs. Our Dominants see to it our needs are met for the most part, but if I'm not having a dozen orgasms a day, it's hard for me." "You have a dozen orgasms a day?" Shasta asked, astounded. "More most days," I replied. "The number is often up to my Master, but if permitted, I cum easily and often, even while being punished." "I call bullshit," Shasta said.

inging pain that made him pause. "Stop," she commanded, her voice a low, stern warning. "Not yet." She led him to an immersion table, her movements fluid and confident. She secured his wrists and ankles to the table, flipping him upside down, his face mere inches from her core. She unzipped his pants, his cock already hard and ready. She took him in her hand, her grip firm as she stroked him, her movements slow and teasing. Wolf's breaths came in ragged gasps, his body straining against the restraints, but he didn't moan, understanding her game, knowing that any sound would be a mistake. The timer on the wall ticked down, the seconds counting away until it reached zero. Domica released him,

She kneels with an enticing blend of vulnerability and strength, each curve of her body poised to invite. With an alluring gaze that radiates both confidence and anticipation, she waits for my commands, embodying the thrill of the moment. If only she realized that tonight, I seek merely to blow off steam and escape the haunting memories of Shelly, even if just for a fleeting night. This is precisely why I cannot bring Shelly into this world of shadows with me. I am a Dom—a dominant partner in the intricate dance of BDSM, where power exchange is not just a game, but a carefully crafted experience. The Dom takes charge, guiding the actions within this realm, always ensuring safety and consent.

Heather POV We spent the night watching videos and reading articles. Trying to get as much information as we could. We talked about the dominant stuff being only for the bedroom and playtimes. They weren't looking to make me a slave. There were, however, some aspects of being a Dom that the guys talked about overflowing into the rest of our lives. Things such as them wanting to take care of me, protecting me, and making sure that I’m happy. From some of the articles, Lucas found those were some of the things that seemed to be stressed as being important for being a good Dom. Hell if that’s the case, every male wolf I have ever known with a mate is a Dom.

My dad knew I feared him, so he took advantage of that and controlled my life. “Giving up control to me completely,” Adam explained again, “is not about dominance or submission. It’s a mutual exchange.” “Did you do this with the women you dated? What about the ones I read about online? The ones we see in the mainstream? Those women engaged in kinky stuff like being tied, cuffed, roped, gagged, spanked, and… tortured. They also crawl and worship their dominants.” I shook my head and closed my eyes. “I just can’t…”

I take a deep bath, pick up a flare red lace lingerie that pushes up my breasts close to my neck. Settled, I drop my phone when no reply comes in and I pick up my Kindle then pick my phone back up. I need to figure this out. I need to know how this dynamic works in the real world. I spend the next two hours on Reddit and different BDSM forums. Q: How to make your Dom Master happy? A: Be submissive. Dress sexy. Be flexible. Flexible? That’s concerning. Even if I were slim, I don't think I’d be flexible. I can’t even dance.

" What do you know about a dom and a sub, little girl? He questioned striking one of her buttcheeks really hard. She screamed and VR felt it erotic when her round buttocks giggled. Kneading her asscheeks he took the amazing feel of her smooth skin and closed his eyes. " Why are you hurting me?" She cried out and VR came forward. He answered wiping away her tears," I am not hurting you, babe. Isn't it fun? Ok, let me explain. It's a lifestyle and I want you to accept it as soon as possible. Once you get used to everything, you will feel better. So, I want you to learn about my fantasies."