Femdom Male Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

M. Search. The results flooded the screen. Definitions. Articles. Psychology forums. Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism. I scrolled past the Wikipedia entries. I clicked on the "Videos" tab. My heart hammered against my ribs. I felt like I was opening a door to hell. I clicked on the first thumbnail. A woman was kneeling on the floor. She was naked, wearing a leather collar. Her hands were tied behind her back with thick, intricate ropes. A man faceless, dressed in a suit stood over her.

Valentina cupped her tits and whispered “Fuck us, punish us choke us fuck our throats like last time” Sofia bent over the desk legs spread open so he could see her pussy lips twitching through the lace “Oh fuck Master you locked the door this is gonna be so much fun” Dominic stepped forward They expected his cock. His fingers. His voice ordering them onto the desk onto their knees into his lap But what they didn’t know Was he didn’t lock the door to fuck them He locked it to teach them

Dom growled as he stepped back from the bed, now staring at me. “Come on, let's go…what's next on your list?” I asked amidst my laughter. “Well, we've done blindfolding, wax play, and orgasm control…so we're left with exhibitionism, denial, and BDSM…but it seems like you've proven who you're already, so we're stopping here.” Dom was staring at me in shock as he spoke. “Alright, then loosen me up!” I growled as I tilted my eyes to my hands tied up to the bed.

I am quivering and lightheaded by the time Gabriel pulls his cock from my ass and barely remember being lifted off of Domenic, but the gentle kisses as they untie me and wash me up are enough to make my body quake with aftershocks of pleasure and the heightened sensitivity from this evening’s events. Domenic holds me and Gabriel holds him as Domenic whispers to us, “My first and only dom was my Papa…not my birth father, but a family friend. I went to live with him when I was seventeen. I saw how he looked at other men and I knew I looked at men the same way. I didn’t tell him until I was nineteen and he asked if I found him attractive because he had noticed how attractive I had become as I m

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

“I would suggest to you if the wrong male did this to you, you’d feel angry, threatened, afraid. Yes?” “Yes.” “But with me, you have come to believe that even though I’ve taken control, I won’t use it against you—it will be a good experience, not a painful one. Yes?” “Yes.” His eyes got intense. “With the right application, bondage takes a person beyond their control in the hands of another. A pair together, finds boundaries—where the submissive partner is out of control, and perhaps afraid—and explores those boundaries together. The skills I have developed… they aren’t to hurt you, Jess. They’re… they’re to urge you to reach beyond your boundaries, and find freedom by seeking pleasure in wa

It was rock hard with the thick veins crisscrossing the big shaft and topped by his huge, swollen, plum sized cock head. Jenn saved the picture to her phone, knowing that she would use it to fuel more lust- filled masturbation sessions in the days leading up to her weekend alone with her big cocked step-dad. THE END Of BDSM series

“God, you feel so fucking good.” Tom leaned down, gripping my jaw. “Look at you, you've been craving so bad for this, to be used and owned and dominated. Haven't you?" I nodded, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as Jordan thrust in and out. Tom grabbed my breasts and squeezed hard. "Yeah that's right, don’t forget who you’re doing this for.” “I haven’t,” I breathed, overwhelmed by the stretch, the heat, the two of them watching and touching.

I fought the tears, “and they begin to have sex in front of me and remember what has been taught to us about mates sleeping with another that is not their mate?” Mandy nodded gasping as she realized what I was about to say, “Oh, my Goddess,” She whispered. “It is real pain. I didn’t think it was, but it is, and it hurt so bad I couldn’t breathe. They had sex almost all day. Then she left and he ordered me to get naked and, on his bed. Then he used the bond against me and made me have sex with him. He claimed it was my reward doe being a good girl.” I felt tears fall down my cheeks like a waterfall.

Then he suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and threw my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half completely — breeding press position. He slammed back inside me, going so deep I could legit feel him in my stomach. “Fuck— Alessandro!” I cried out, my eyes rolling back. He fucked me like he wanted to breed me, deep, powerful strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. His heavy balls slapped against my ass as he stared straight into my eyes. “I’m going to keep this pussy filled with my cum every single night,” he growled, pounding me mercilessly. “You’re going to be addicted to my cock. Addicted to being bred like a good little wife. You want that?”