Femdom Male Bondage Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

warning: sexual content ahead. viewer discretion is advised. [ IN WHICH SHE IS SUBMISSIVE ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — Pain shoots up my ass as Rome lands his first hit. I let out a yelp, surprised by how fast he had gotten into action. I am still amazed to find that Rome is very much into BDSM. Bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism. I have heard tons of stories and now, I am about to experience it first-hand. I have surprised myself by being immensely turned on by this. I like the idea of being tied and pleased. Who wouldn't?

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'd gone back again and again, finally applying for his own membership, and begun training to be a Dom. Yes, training. Something people outside the lifestyle didn't know about. It took skill and knowledge to dominate, to make bondage a pleasure for one's sub, to inflict just the right amount of pain in the correct places. He learned about safe words and aftercare, and all the things that made subs trust their Doms. He'd become skilled with the Florentine flogger and the many ways a sub could be bound to give both of them pleasure. The club had become his lifeline when he was between missions that sucked the soul out of him.

I leaned back on my elbows, tilting my hips up toward him, completely abandoning any sense of pride. "I know your body doesn't lie to me," I countered, staring straight at the thick ridge of his veins pulsing along his shaft. "You can pretend to be the cold guardian all you want, but you're hard again just looking at me." A low, menacing chuckle escaped his throat. Dominic didn't hesitate. He crawled onto the bed, his massive frame completely eclipsing mine as he pinned me down against the pillows. He grabbed my wrists, forcing them above my head, his large hand locking around them like a pair of handcuffs.

Lena grabbed my throat with one hand and my tit with the other, pinching my nipple hard as she pounded me. “This pussy belongs to me now,” she snarled, thrusting even harder. “Every time you see me at family dinners, you’re going to remember how I ruined this tight little cunt.” I was losing my mind. The dirty talk, the bondage, the forbidden thrill of fucking Maya’s sister — it was all too much. Lena suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. She climbed onto the bench, straddling my face. “Eat my pussy first,” she demanded, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth.

Bright quickly chipped in, as Richard sat quietly like he wasn't in the room, or he didn't hear me shouting at him. "Except for you, all those other ladies you saw agreed to be sold to the mafia men. They were not kidnapped or forced to be sold. They were only just tied up, as a sign of surrendering to the men. You know the BDSM romance. A sèxual practices that include bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, and sadism." My jaw dropped as I looked at Bright in shock.

“Look at you, dripping down your thighs already. You hate me, don’t you, kitten? Hate that your worthless husband sold you to a man who actually knows how to make that cunt weep.” My breath hitched, dark excitement stirring hotter in my belly. With terrifying calm, he reached for another length of rope. He caught my ankles one by one, spreading my legs wide apart, binding them down to the sturdy bedposts until I was stretched open, completely at his mercy. Heat and humiliation burned through me like wildfire. The helplessness should have made me despise him more. Instead, it made me drip even harder, my inner walls clenching around nothing, aching to be filled by him.

⚠️ Disclaimer: This story is drenched in bondage, submission, BDSM, and dark role play. Only keep reading if you’re strong enough to surrender and curious enough to crave what happens next! ~~~ I have been stripped naked with my wrists bound behind my back for what seems like hours. In reality, My boyfriend, Liam and I have only spent a short time in the dungeon with our new mistress, Mistress Selene, but time has no meaning trapped within the confines of the dungeon’s cold, stone walls.

Gio shook his head "I want them collared all the time for now. So I think I agree precious metal for daytime and lace for bedtime." Cherry handed him a business card with the store's info on the front and a couple of different websites written on the back. "Those sites should help. The top one has actual articles for creating better Dominants and training submissives. The second concentrate on the BDSM stories and a lot of them are about Master/submissive tales that should not only help you learn about the lifestyle but inspire you as well. Now let's look at some Collars and other stuff I think you might like for training your girls."

He ordered. The glass was cold against my skin as I lay back, the chandelier lights above me glaring down. Marcus spread my wrists above my head, binding them with leather cuffs and fixing them to the table legs. My ankles were next and he secured them wide apart until I was utterly exposed. The woman circled me like a predator, running her long manicured nails along the glass table. “So helpless,” She purred. Her hand skimmed up my thigh, making me quiver. “Touch her.” Marcus smirked as he settled into the sofa, man spreading like a king watching his entertainment.