Femdom Sex Gif Novels & Stories

“Push through it, kid. This is how you learn to take everything I give you. Tell me how it feels having my seed plugged inside you while you work.” “It feels dirty… and addictive,” I moaned, holding the plank as best I could. “Like I really belong to you now. The egg is rubbing right against that spot you fucked so hard earlier.” He made me do bridges next, then some slow leg raises. Every movement pushed more cum out, running down my skin while the low buzz drove me crazy. By the end I was whimpering, close to another edge. “Enough,” Dom finally said, pulling me up. “Come here. One last round before you leave tonight.”

(WARNING) This work contains graphic, consensual non-vanilla sex including group sex (fivesome), choking, whipping, praise kink, and light dominance/submission. If any of these themes are triggering or upsetting to you, please do not read. No exceptions so please turn back now. To my sweet, filthy and smutty readers— the one who aches to be called a good girl while four strong hands claim every inch of you… This book is yours. Let them praise you, ruin you, and worship you exactly the way you crave.

I had long dreamed of being used harshly by a dominant woman, while Karen had fantasied for years about having a man under her control. Being real was the key, as neither of us had any interest in the theatrical kind of BDSM role play that you see so often in femdom erotica. In my fantasies, the woman in control would want to hurt me because it excited her sexually, but she didn't need to scold, insult or ridicule me while doing it; as odd as it might sound, she was nice to me about it... even apologetic.

I can't help but gasped at what he did as I was waiting for what he will do next. "Fuck! What are you doing, Dom?" I asked Dom with a confused tone when he suddenly rubbed his dick on my ass, it felt so fucking weird when he rubbed his dick on me, especially since I was not used to someone doing it to me. "I'm sorry sir, it's just my fetish. I love the idea of rubbing my raging hard dick in the ass of a muscular and handsome top, it feels so dominating." Dom replied and he did not even bother to stop what he was doing to me.

I clenched my jaw at the images flashing in my mind and controlled myself. I licked my lips and answered, “I am a dominant, Bella. I like to control my partner while having sex and ordering them around like when and if they can come. Or not at all.” If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

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.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

She kneels with an enticing blend of vulnerability and strength, each curve of her body poised to invite. With an alluring gaze that radiates both confidence and anticipation, she waits for my commands, embodying the thrill of the moment. If only she realized that tonight, I seek merely to blow off steam and escape the haunting memories of Shelly, even if just for a fleeting night. This is precisely why I cannot bring Shelly into this world of shadows with me. I am a Dom—a dominant partner in the intricate dance of BDSM, where power exchange is not just a game, but a carefully crafted experience. The Dom takes charge, guiding the actions within this realm, always ensuring safety and consent.

She flinches— very slightly— every time the Dom hits his sub between the legs. “Do people enjoy this?” “They apparently do…” “Do you enjoy this?” She asks me with mixed emotions in her eyes. I hope it’s not fear. “Only if someone is pleased to take the beating… Nothing is sexier than consent, Sophie,” I say and trace her arm with a finger. She sucks in a breath. My cock is hard as steel. Loud moaning comes out of the playroom and our heads turn. Dom’s cock is out, and he is slamming into her cunt relentlessly.

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.