Femdom Male Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

"This is bondage furniture?" "Yes. Disguised. It has stocks, suspension points, St. Andrews cross, tie downs. It's quite creative. Master designed it." "How many employees do you have?" "Nine, all women except for the male slave. It's as many as we can handle in our basement." "Could you hire me. I'd love working with eight women." I laughed. "That depends. Could you submit to our female dominant and wear a cock cage?" "A what?"

"Well enough, yes. And it really would have pained me to miss your demonstration." "Nothing you haven't done yourself before, actually with Charlotte herself if I recall," he replies, but I can tell that he's happy about my unspoken compliment of his skill with rope. Beth might have been the one to truly initiate me into the world of BDSM, but most of what I know about being a Dom I've learned from Peter. Like me he shares a fascination for bondage, although unlike me he's happy to leave it at creating a work of art with tied bodies and miles of hemp rope. I

A thrill shoots through me when he tightens the first one. The men I invite into my bedroom will pull my hair and boss me around. They are not true dominants and can barely call themselves a top. Damian breathes dominance and he knows all the little ways to increase the tension of a scene. The California kink community is close knit. I earned my living as an edgy Domme who's good with a whip. Publically seeking out a dominant to get me off wasn't something I was willing to risk. My mystique was half the allure and I needed every lousy dime Johnny Ford paid me.

He texted me an address of a hotel. "It's a date." I joked. "Tell me what you can't wait to do to me pretty lady." I teased him through various texts and a sexy semi nude picture without the face. He couldn't get enough. Pig. "I hope you're into a splash of bondage my darling." "I absolutely love it." "Super. Sub or Dom?" "I'm a dom." "Just perfect. I love dom females." "Super." I dropped the phone on the bed before slipping into my flops and advancing towards Storm's room.

“And I’m going to tease this greedy little pussy of yours until you’re screaming. And you’re not going to come until I say you can. And you’re certainly not getting my cock until I decide you’ve earned it.” Her pussy clenched, empty and aching, at his words. The humiliation, the absolute control—it was everything she’d fantasized about for years. She nodded, wordless. “On your back. Legs spread. Arms above your head.” She obeyed, her heart hammering. He moved with practiced efficiency, tying her wrists together with the silk rope and securing them to the wrought-iron headboard. The bonds were firm, unyielding, but the silk was smooth against her skin. He looped more rope around her ankles, t

I gasped sharply as the thick dildo stretched my virgin asshole, the burning ring of muscle protesting hard around the fat shaft. “Fuck… it burns so much,” I whimpered, but I didn’t pull it out. Instead, I pushed back harder, forcing more of the veiny toy deeper into my ass. “That’s my dirty girl,” HotFantasy88 growled through the speaker. “Now bounce on it. I want to see that tight little asshole swallowing every inch. Don’t you dare stop.”

“But first… let’s make our little bride come again while she’s stuffed full of family cock. Make her scream for us, Zoya. Let Uncle Victor hear how loud you get when you’re being used like a proper family whore.” I was completely lost — moaning, drooling, shaking — utterly surrendered to the two powerful men using me so filthily on my wedding night. My mind had gone hazy with pleasure, shame, and overwhelming need. I had never felt more filthy… or more dangerously alive. Dom gathered fresh wetness from my dripping pussy, coating his fingers thoroughly before sliding them back to my tight, untouched asshole. He rubbed the slick pad of one finger in slow, teasing circles around the sensitive r

“No one has to know; this would be our secret. If you don't do this, I'll be telling your brother a different story. Where is he right now!’ “He's out for a business dinner. It's late, and he says he'll be back tomorrow. Didn't he tell you? “ Stefan asked. Still confused about what I was playing with. A restless smile on my lips...Yes, I was finally going to get what I wanted. “Fuck me, against my will. I want to be fucked senseless…to be used, I want you to ram into my pussy until my cunt becomes too sensitive. Until you can't cum again, until your cockhead gets sore from me being overstimulated. Rape me.” He lunged toward me. Yanking my feet off the bed in one swift motion. I fell loudly a

Another came deep in my pussy, adding a fresh hot load that mixed with everything else. The energy in the dome shifted then. More men closed in, and someone lifted me off the bench and laid me on my back on a bigger mat in the very center. Three guys climbed on me at once. One straddled my chest and slid his cock between my tits, squeezing them around his shaft and fucking them slow. Another pushed my legs wide and sank into my pussy again, with long deep strokes that hit the spot inside me perfectly. The third knelt by my head and fed me his cock, making me gag as he went balls-deep.

She wanted to say something or beg him to touch her He leaned in and whispered” Climb the bed, and lie on your back with your arms above your head.” Izzy moved like a possessed woman, climbed the bed, and lay herself the way he commanded. She bit her lips, trying to steady her breathing but it was no use. She was already throbbing. Dominic binds are wrist with a belt above her head just enough to restrict movement. “You enjoyed our last BDSM.. you wanted to be part of my world.” he said as he bound her” So I’m teaching you gradually how my world is.. you’re not allowed to cum until I say so or you don’t get this cock for a whole week.”