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His body tensed beneath my touch, but he yielded, lowering his head in submission. "The next step," I murmured, my fingers trailing over the nape of his neck, "is for you to show me that you mean it. I want you to surrender fully. No hesitation, no pride, only obedience." Helios inhaled sharply. I could feel the mate bond tightening around us like an invisible leash, dragging him deeper into my control. "What do you want me to do, Dom?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. I smiled. "Strip."

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”

"So it's like you follow his orders?" Heidi bobbed her head from side to side. "Kind of," she said. "It's more of just conforming to what your Dom wants, doing things his or her way. At its core, it's really about someone having power over someone else. Dale was never very good at it. It mainly devolved into him ordering me onto my knees to... well... you know. Or he'd make me sit on the floor, or he'd come on my face when I was sleeping."

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

Did she? Lisa had been toying with the idea of finding an experienced Dom for a while now but she always chickened out. Having Mason living next door had made the desire even stronger and she had finally stumbled into this chat room just to slake her curiosity about the BDSM lifestyle. She didn’t think she would ever like some of the more hardcore things, but to find someone who knew how to dominate her, who would know how to take care of her and make her feel safe, that was what she sought. And DomMPF made her feel safe, which was a really idiotic thing to feel with an anonymous person who you knew nothing about.

I wish I could stay in little space forever. That’s what we call it, when a little girl is focused just on being a little girl. Little girl as in Daddy/little girl or Daddy Dom/little girl or DDlg or just ageplay BDSM, depending on who’s talking. That’s my lifestyle, and like others who are on the submissive side of the equation, the little girls, when I get into that headspace life feels wonderful. The big problem, of course, is that I don’t have a Daddy. It’s damned hard to feel like a little girl without a Daddy to protect me and care for me and I guess to enforce the rules.

Trigger Warnings: Female Dominance (Femdom), cuckolding, financial domination (findom), breath play, spanking, edging, and explicit language. Vesper The air in my private dungeon was thick with the scent of expensive sandalwood and the metallic tang of ozone from the nearby shock collars. I sat on my velvet throne, my legs crossed, the heel of my Louboutin pressing firmly into the center of Toby's chest. Toby-my dedicated little pay pig-was exactly where he belonged: on his knees, shivering with a mixture of terror and agonizing arousal.

I order and she obeys. These days, I'm starting to get obsessed with acting like a dom. No wonder Kaden was unhappy when I restricted him from doing it with my soul mate. I have always been her rightful husband and mate. It's just that she was so much in love with him too. In love with two hot men I guess. This Dom/sub thing can be so much fun, sexually. My hand rubs across her behind, smoothing one of her cheeks. "You have such a nice ass for Daddy to punish," I tell her, slapping her behind.

He pulled the toy free and wrapped it in a cloth that sat in the drawer and untied me. My heart melted as he took a moment to make sure my wrist and ankles were alright. That was the one thing I had been learning was a major difference between a Dom, and a Master. Most Doms who were not serious about BDSM didn't really care much about what happened afterward and they left their subs to care for themselves. A true Master always cared about how his sub was feeling even if it was just being tired and wanting to rest.

The damn woman makes it hard. Our relationship morphed from two dominants, madly in love, with me controlling our life in the bedroom to a tricky D/s relationship when we aren't in the club. The change has been gradual and somehow we've made it work. Lydia is an incredible Domme and she needs her time in order to stay mentally balanced. She also desires domination and we've managed to navigate the sometimes stormy waters and do what works for us. Lydia knows my handprint on her ass works for me and I understand her need to control when we're in the club. She's rocked my world since the moment I saw her picture for the first time and I wouldn't take away one day of our unusual relationship. C