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Trigger Warnings: Female Dominance (Femdom), cuckolding, financial domination (findom), breath play, spanking, edging, and explicit language. Vesper The air in my private dungeon was thick with the scent of expensive sandalwood and the metallic tang of ozone from the nearby shock collars. I sat on my velvet throne, my legs crossed, the heel of my Louboutin pressing firmly into the center of Toby's chest. Toby-my dedicated little pay pig-was exactly where he belonged: on his knees, shivering with a mixture of terror and agonizing arousal.

They were looking for the third pillar of their empire. Sure, in the heat of the moment, Kan loved the power play. 'Get on your knees,' 'Take it all,' 'Suck me dry.' That was the bedroom. That was the game. He suspected Timothy was the type to thrive under that kind of pressure—a perfect submissive when the doors were locked and the adrenaline was high. But that was sex. He had no interest in breaking Timothy’s spirit outside those sheets. Most Doms in the District would pay a fortune to crush a guy with Timothy’s fire. They wanted to turn a lion into a house cat. But Kan and Gideon? They liked the claws.

she replies, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Besides, innocent? Please! We just had sex!” She pauses for a moment and leans closer, adding with a playful purr, “And I don’t think that qualifies as being innocent, do you?” I chuckle softly, both at her sass and her confidence. “Well, baby girl, I wouldn’t exactly label what we did as bad. Seriously, with that mouth of yours, you might just need a good spanking to remind you what’s appropriate.” I tease, unable to hide the grin forming on my face. “But I want you to understand something about me I’m what some people call a Dom, and certain things you do or say really bring that side of me out. Do you have any idea what that entails?”

"So, you give him the control; you have just told him he has all the power in your relationship to do whatever he wants." She didn't sound happy, and as I suspected, she had got it all wrong. "No, we have boundaries, things set up that I say no to and he is not allowed to do; he does not get total freedom to do as he likes towards me." "Why can't you see? he gives me what I need, not what I want. only a real Dom knows what a woman needs, without asking questions. for years I have had men giving me what I want, or getting what they want. he gives me what I need; he wants to please me and serve me, as a Dom just like I want to serve him as his Sub."

Dominik Obedience is not simply about following commands. It’s about the inevitability. Anyone can issue orders. Only true power makes them impossible to disobey. The night we just spent together was not just sex. It was a transfer of ownership, a forging of a new weapon. I drove my will into her body until she shattered, and now I need to solidify that surrender in her mind. So, this morning, I’ll show her what obedience really means. “You’ll come down to the breakfast table wearing nothing but lingerie and heels.”

Truth be told, I always got hard upon the mere sight of her. Jasper was lovely; I’d watched her once and twice occasionally I’d seen, and heard them. Making out, but more than that she always had a thrill to be held down, used and bred to be dominated. Bondage. She needed control, power. Not just a romp on the sheets and some few hours’ sex. I palmed my cock again, squeezing the shaft, picturing this — why I’d be better than any man she’s had. I loved being a dom. She should learn too how to be submissive and enjoy every bit of his impoverished body, with pain and pleasure.

Damon nodded and said, “I’ve decided that I will fuck your friend Bree, but I’ll only do it if I’m in control the whole time.” “So ripping my clothes off my body, forcefully bending me over the chair, spanking my ass raw, and fucking my asshole isn’t enough control for you?” “You pay me to play the role of the submissive slave who finally has enough and overpowers you, that’s not exactly me being in control you know. That’s your kinky fetish, not mine, I just go along with it because—”

No matter what’s happening, the irreverent little goofball can always make me laugh. I firmly squeeze her ankle, returning her to the sensations at hand – or in this case, at foot. Ryah trembles from my every touch. I bite her arch and her breath catches, a sweet sound of need. My heart and cock pound in reaction to her every response. I’m a self-assured Dom, certain of my authority, my skills and my appeal. I worked for over a year in a fetish club, giving countless women the pleasure or pain that they needed. It became an addiction for me: dominating women. Using them to meet my own cravings, because that’s what I needed, too.

I don't know what it was about her, but the way she spoke, the dominance and confidence behind it intrigued me. SubMan40: That works for me, Mistress. What are you into? As I watched the three dots at the bottom of the screen show that she was typing, my hand went to my hard cock and slowly stroked it. YoungDomme: I like total, sexual control. For example, you are not allowed to touch your cock unless I say so, my submissive. Fuck. I actually gasped and then let go of my cock. Then she sent another message. YoungDomme: Other things I am into is degrading, humiliation, orgasm control, breeding fetish and anal play. That's just to name a few.

' I asked curiously. He took the book from me and explained. 'The Dom or the Dominant is the person whether male/female, who takes control and gives commands in a BDSM relationship or scene. In our relationship, I am the Dom and people like me are typically the ones who initiate and guide the activities, setting boundaries and ensuring the submissive's safety and consent.