Femdom Male Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

The trip had turned out to be a goose chase. He sighed and climbed down the stairs to the first floor, now, he could see those involved in BDSM. In some of the cases, a woman was the dom, over some younger man, another group had an older man being whipped by his dom and he was crouched on the floor like an obedient dog with a collar on his neck. In another group, It was a male dom, lording it over his female submissive. He shook his head. He didn't need to see Eleanor in any of these acts to know that she engages in them. Some were nakedly sniffing hard drugs. Others were stoned.

My dad knew I feared him, so he took advantage of that and controlled my life. “Giving up control to me completely,” Adam explained again, “is not about dominance or submission. It’s a mutual exchange.” “Did you do this with the women you dated? What about the ones I read about online? The ones we see in the mainstream? Those women engaged in kinky stuff like being tied, cuffed, roped, gagged, spanked, and… tortured. They also crawl and worship their dominants.” I shook my head and closed my eyes. “I just can’t…”

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” “You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” “Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?” “He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged. “What's a DOM?” “A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”

"You might end up more shocked than you think." "Try it and find out." For the next hour, Jasmine flicked through all manner of videos. Most of them involved some form of submissive behaviour on the womans part, and featured things like bondage, spanking, rough sex, choking, spitting, forced orgasms, throat fucking, double penetration, butt plugs, public humiliation, all performed on the woman by a Dominant figure, sometimes males, sometimes females and on a few occasions, both. All of them featured anal.

At least Bill was going to be here for a week, even if he was older and had his own slave, I'm sure I'd get to feel his cock in me. After Rhonda and I cleaned our two lovers, we finally wandered out of the bedroom. Sandy was feeding Lucas. Dan was fucking Whore's ass and she was complaining! "You're too deep, Master. Please not so deep." "Criminy, Whore, don't tell me you haven't had one or more of the Strong's fucking your ass. They love a double penetration." "Yes, Domina, but they aren't so deep in my ass." "Wider is more painful than longer," Lisa said. "They hurt me more than Master does."

"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

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