Femdom Male Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

She hated the sound of need spilling from her lips, hated how much he controlled it, yet couldn’t stop. The couch became an altar, the city below their only witness as he drew every shiver, every ragged breath from her. He moved with deliberate precision, as if orchestrating not just pleasure but surrender. And when she finally gave in, the sound that tore from her throat was half fury, half release, raw and unrestrained. He whispered against her skin, words she couldn’t fully hear but felt in her bones—possession, hunger, warning. After, when the air still crackled with what they had unleashed, she tried to rise, to reclaim herself. But Dominic pulled her back, arm heavy around her waist, m

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.

"And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?" Chad rounded the table in two long strides, pulling her to her feet and crushing her against his chest. "You'll just have to wait and see," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "But I promise you one thing - by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll forget all about Karen and every other demon plaguing your mind. I'll fill you up with so much pleasure and adoration that you'll be drunk on it for days." Cassandra shivered, desire and anticipation thrumming through her veins like wildfire. "Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, tilting her head back in blatant invitation.

He hasn’t seen anything yet. This should be classified as torture. I’m strapped down on the spank bench in the club room, arms, legs, torso pinned so tight against the leather I can barely twitch. No escape, no slack. The wand hums relentlessly on my clit, strapped tight between me and the bench, buzzing. My thighs tremble uselessly, my body already wound too tight, and it feels like the damn thing is fusing to me. This is what happens when your boyfriend is your number one subscriber. Xavier told me he had ideas for my stream, said it with that grin that made me forget the filth he’s capable of. Turns out his idea of fun is borderline criminal.

"Try me." At those words, she looked at him for a few minutes then sighed. "It's Bondage, Discipline or Dominant, Sadomasochism or Submissive and Masochism. In my own case, I'd be your Dominant and you'd be my submissive. I, or this situation rather, is usually called femdom." "Female dominant." She nodded. "Yes," "What do Subs do?" "They're different, for every Dom, but with you, my rules wouldn't be too much. My stepfather wants me having a sub for our training and he keeps bringing people I don't like. If I present you, I'm sure he'd be pleased."

Now for the other one. My sense of helplessness in such a submissive position somehow excited me and for a moment I thought about what kind of women like to be dominated in bondage and more advanced stuff where they are tied up and sexually stimulated until they are forced to have orgasm after orgasm. My only concern was that he got it right.

Right, she almost forgot what kind of an asshole he could be. This very moment she was laying on the bed with tied hands. Her Master enjoyed bondage and took his time tying her hands as well as her legs, which were now spread. It was restricting but wasn’t uncomfortable, the feeling of a rope on her skin was actually quite erotic. Then he slowly pushed a dildo inside her and stopped, leaving her like that. Shit. She felt that object right inside her, her body reacted in a shameful way. She was wet and her insides were twitching. She wanted to come, she wanted to feel thrusts and his firm body on her, but no. He left her like that, what an asshole. The worst thing was that he said she needs t

I nodded slowly, as I started to feel a little uneasy about the situation. "So, the thing we are doing right now is," he continued, leaning forward slightly. "BDSM. Bondage. Dominant. Submissive. Masochist. Sadist. It's a form of erotic power exchange where one partner takes on a dominant role, controlling the other partner's actions and movements through various forms of bondage or restraint.

“You hyper focused on the bondage and discipline and the sadism and masochism, so you’ve forgotten the core of it is dominance and submission, which takes on many different forms. You only know what you think your limits could be, not what they actually are. I’m not throwing you in the deep end.” I mulled over his words. Isaac was - as usual - correct, which annoyed me. The kinks I read about sounded fun, but come to think of it, most of the stories depicted girls with no experience withstanding an extreme number of spankings with multiple implements, gags, and shibari knots right off the bat. It was unrealistic. I curled into Isaac’s side. His arms immediately wrapped around me, providing m

I roll my eyes at his egocentric demeanor. -"You know damn well I play for the other team. So please don't ask me. Instead, why don't you ask the poor girls you hammered the whole night? If they are still alive, that is. Was she that good that now you can't get five women to satisfy your lust?" His ways towards women disgusted me. All the bondage fantasies he performs are beyond any safeword out there. Bondage can be exciting when practiced healthily, but this old madman lost his healthy ways long ago.