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She will do so eagerly without any excitation. 8.) The SUBMISSIVE may not touch the DOMINANT except she's prescribed to do so. 9.) The SUBMISSIVE must always excellently conduct herself to the DOMINANT to address him as SIR or MR ALICANTÉ or a good title as the DOMINANT. Please you to. 10.) The DOMINANT can flog, spank, the SUBMISSIVE as he wishes, in terms of punishment or for the derivation of pleasure. 11.) The DOMINANT may get angry with the SUBMISSIVE. Colors like "BLACK and RED" are used to bind her as punishment.

He took control instantly but we made our way to the bedroom where Nadia was. “Fuck, Chelsea,” he rasped against my lips, his voice was deep and thick with years of restraint. “You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How many nights I've jerked off about you. My little step- sister, legs spread wide open begging for me. I tried to fight it. God I tried but not anymore. His confession lit a fire within me. I felt like fucking Felicia in beauty in black. Oh boy, you just unleashed something deep in me. I moaned into his mouth, grinding shamelessly against his hard cock underneath his jeans, my soaked panties climbing to my swollen folds.

He fucked me with controlled dominance, his hands pinning my wrists above my head while he whispered filthy praise in my ear. I came twice before he filled me, and Liam reclaimed me immediately after, fucking me hard while Julian watched with dark approval. The second new Daddy was Theo, a young, athletic venture capitalist with a massive cock and endless stamina. His first session was during a small private party at the lakeside cabin. I was passed between him and three others for hours, my body rocking between their cocks as they took turns in every hole. Theo was rough and primal, spanking my ass red while he pounded me from behind,

“Feel how hard she’s squeezing us? This little whore is loving being doublestuffed on her wedding night. Her husband is snoring like a useless drunk while we ruin his bride.” “That’s my good girl,” Dom growled, his voice rough and possessive as he pinched my nipples hard, twisting them between his fingers. “Coming so beautifully for your Daddy and Uncle. Milk our cocks with those greedy holes. You were made for this — made to be fucked and used by your family like the perfect little cumslut you are.”

“My husband is the same. Kind of a daddy dom. Spanking, punishment, using you, leaving you gasping for air when you’re bad. But when you’re a good girl he takes care of everything you could possibly need or want—even things you don’t think of yourself. Then he also makes you come so hard you see stars.” Holy shit, I’m so red my head swims. She said the magic words—good girl. Lydia laughs. “Ding, ding, ding. You should see your face.” I think I hate her right now. The good girl thing has me asking, needing to know. “What the hell is a daddy dom?”

I am Hemanth, a 19-year-old Indian boy, living with my parents in a quiet suburban neighborhood. I had always been a shy, introverted kid, but lately, I had developed a fascination with BDSM and pegging. I spent hours online, watching videos and reading stories about dominant women using strap-ons to fuck their submissive male partners. The idea of being dominated, edged, and tortured by a powerful milf consumed my thoughts.

CHAPTER 1 He wanted to serve. He needed a Mistress to take control of him. A Mistress to please in every way she desired or demanded. A Mistress that would find out his fetishes and then use them against him to tease, torture and deny him. She wanted a slave to order. She wanted someone to serve her and obey her. She wanted to be more aggressive and demanding. No questions or disapproving looks or thinking, just submitting to her. She wanted a toy to play with and put away when satisfied, when she desired. A Pet.

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.

"I can handle anything you bring at me Mr GreenEyes!" That only angers him more. "I don't think so. Even with a broken arm, I'm one of the strongest men in our team!" I know this tactic. He's trying to distract me from the task at hand, so he can defeat me. "Oh? What team?" I ask sarcastically. Smirking, thinking he's managed it, he continues. "We are a Dom company. We collect dominants and train them, and find them submissive souls to use and abuse. We know what you do, and one of our clients wants you, and only you."