Femdom Pegging Novels & Stories

I leaned forward, so I wouldn't be heard by those around us. "You make me want to rut you like a teenage boy. If I put my cock in you right now, I wouldn't last sixty seconds." I sat back and watched shock wash over her features. "In BDSM, the Dom is always in control, Peaches. But you make me want to lose control. That's how much I want you." Her nipples were taut beneath her shirt. I cursed the bra I bought her that pushed those delicious orbs up, so her cleavage was showing. I needed my boner to go down, so we could leave, not get impossibly harder.

It seems that is all Declan needs, for I am forced into an uncomfortable position; my legs stretched back to my shoulders as he presses down on me, his shoulders pinning me in position; in one quick move, his hard muscle impales me roughly. Oh god damn, yes! I’m in absolute ecstasy. “Fuck, baby you feel so good!” Dec groans, gripping my hips tightly, “are you okay?” “Don’t. Fucking. Stop.” I pant, in between his wild thrusts, revelling in the feeling of being completely dominated by a man I love so dearly, my nails digging into the plush pillow behind my head. My second time having sex and I’m turning into a brazen hussy! In this moment, I don’t care on little bit. I’m with my mate; my body

She was glad he wasn’t riding behind her because, God’s truth, she needed something to hang on to. “Can you manage the reins?” she whispered to Crispen as she leaned into him. “I’ll protect you,” Crispen said fiercely. “Hold on to me, Mary. I’ll take us home, I swear it.” She smiled at the determination in his voice. “I know you will.” Fergus gave the horse a slap, and it started forward. Mary bit her lip against the scream of pain that battled to erupt. She would never make it even a mile. ************

All he had on was a pair of leather shorts and an iron collar. 'Okay, iron collar means submissive,' she thought. 'Check.' There was an iron collar on the green-eyed redheaded female wearing a robe that Elvira Mistress of the Dark would have considered risqué. She also had those damn freckles that could drive men mad for no apparent reason, and her lips were full and inviting. Behind those iron-ring clad folk that were kneeling were two men and a woman, and these had to be the doms (or dommes, if you prefer). One was dressed in black cowboy boots, leather pants, and an ankle-length duster.

Kissing my clit, I had weeks worth of build up frustration that was coming out. “Ah, fuck!” I moaned, but I was gone. My orgasm hit just before the time we went off, but Piercy didn’t stop. He rode out my orgasm until the pressure built up and then he pulled back. “That was longer than the time….” I said with labored breathing. It took me a second to sit up. Since my joggers were gone, I didn’t bother grabbing them. “Take off your shirt.” Pulling it off, I just had on my bra. “My turn.” Piercy pulled his out and raised his eyebrows. “Three turn ons. Okay, I loved forward women in the bedroom. I love possessiveness. Finally, I love to dominate.”

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.

"Nn... no, Master." Oh, that quiver. It's one of the small things a Dom lives for. I walk behind her and she spreads her cheeks like the good little subby she is. I apply a generous amount of lube and work the plug in and out until it seats in her ass properly. She whines the slightest bit but stops when I slap her ass. We've only just begun to play and this is nothing. An hour later, she's begging for release that I hadn't planned to give her and my cock is as flat as a nail-ridden tire. Bunny has nice welts down her backside and I've been administering wicked nipple clamps off and on since we started playing.

“I definitely want to peg him though.” “Good luck finding a straight guy who will agree.” Dimi shrugged. “What about you Mags? Ever think of pegging a dude?” Magda knew her cheeks were bright pink, “are you insane? I cried when Sienna got caught with her dildo out of pure sympathetic response to her embarrassment. I’m all for being an empowered woman and taking what you want but I don’t have daddy issues so I don’t need to be dominated in the bedroom and I don’t have control issues so I don’t need to dominate in the bedroom. What’s wrong with a little give and take? Missionary and maybe doggy style? I’m not down to tying or being tied.”

I have since asked Dominic questions, but I have yet to experiment with that world again. Dominic and I became friends through those discussions, though I know so little about his world. He offered to teach me more himself, but I know that is a line I cannot cross. I love my wife, but sometimes I crave sexual adventure and anal play. I only experimented with it once or twice…when I was trying to figure out if dating my best friend might be possible. I got off on it quickly. I love my wife. I prefer women, but when I masturbate, I finger my ass and picture my wife pegging me. Dominic told me many straight men enjoy pegging and anal play and I should tell Claudia about this, but I fear she wil

Her breathing was heavy and fast. Leo satisfied to see she cum. He loved when hearing and seeing the woman's weakness in bed. He had power over her in this specific ability. The tall figure lied on his back then pulled her body in a four-legged crawling position, straddling his face. He licked her soft folds again and she started to moan again. His soft tongue and hot mouth skillfully licked along the sensitive area. Leo pulled her lower on his face, sticking his tongue out more to taste her sweetness and flick her clit rapidly. She made crying noise and put her face to the pillow. Her hips moved up and down on his tongue.