Femdom Visual Novels & Stories

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.

JULIA After supper and listlessly watching TV for a couple hours, I went to bed with my laptop and searched for Mistress Dark on the web. She had a professionally designed web page showing what services she offered. A lot of them were directed towards offering her services to subs without dominants, but she also offered training, and sold products for the well equipped slave owners home. Her website showed photos of many of the furniture products in use, with only the genitals or breasts of the model blacked out. As I looked at some of them, I felt myself get wet again, imagining myself displayed and used like this, uncompromisingly serving a demanding owner. I needed to cum again. I took of

“Everyone watching while I devour this sweet cunt.” I moaned, rocking against his hand. The visual combined with his skilled fingers had me dripping. Through the glass, the woman came hard, shaking in her bonds. Her Dom stood, freed his cock, and thrust into her in one powerful stroke. The raw fucking that followed—her bound body jolting with each impact—made me clench around Damien’s fingers. He added a third finger, stretching me. “You’re soaked. Does watching turn you on, little submissive?” “Yes, Sir,” I gasped. My hips moved shamelessly, chasing the pleasure. He pinched my nipple through the lace, rolling it sharply. The mix of sensations—his fingers fucking me, the erotic display befor

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.

Then a final thick strap around her waist, pinning her hips flush to the padded center beam so she couldn’t arch away. Spread. Presented. Back slightly arched. Ass out. Tits forward. Pussy already glistening under the candlelight—fresh wetness from the memory of dinner sliding down her inner thigh. Dominic circled her once. Slow. Trailed the flogger tails over her skin like a caress. Over shoulders. Down spine. Across ass cheeks still faintly marked from the cane two nights ago. Between her legs—tails brushing swollen lips, teasing her clit without pressure. She shivered. Bit her lip.

The hottest Dom is standing in front of me with handcuffs in hand and a smirk on his face. That’s incredibly arousing. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have him as my Master. He binds my right leg to the chair’s back leg and repeats the process with my left leg. Then he secures my hands behind my back to the chair with the handcuffs. This position is uncomfortable, but it’s intensifying my desires. My bare body is fully exposed in front of him as he stands there in his suit. It evinces my powerlessness and his absolute control. This feeling of being under his intense dominance always brings me a unique kind of pleasure and satisfaction.

It’s like watching a movie in the theater. It is an intriguing scene. A sub is tied by her wrists and her one leg is raised in the air and tied using ropes. Another foot is barely touching the ground. She is on her tiptoe, swaying and trying to balance herself. Her sex is visible, but breasts are covered. Her master raises the flog and hits her at her pussy. Sophie gasps. I watch her reactions. Her lips part, breathing shallow. She flinches— very slightly— every time the Dom hits his sub between the legs.

As I looked, she lowered one of her hands and put it on Ramirez's belly, leaving her fingers free to play with the top of her pussy. With a few touches, the woman slid her head back, stimulating herself as she looked at me. Ramirez had his eyes closed. For a moment, I even thought I had passed away, but it was more likely that I was sleeping. He didn't even moan anymore. You should be hating it as much as she does. But while the woman looked at me, touching herself without the slightest shame, some part reacted. Under her gaze, I pushed the blanket and touched my pants.

Once she did that he grabbed her hair and bent her head all the way back to the floor causing her unprotected pussy to move forward and open for all the other Doms to see. Several of the Doms held floggers, whips or crops. And Camilla was amazed when one of them slipped a condom on the handle of the flogger he was holding and rubbed it between the sexy slave's legs first on her clit and then right into her cunt. The slave gasped and moaned and Camilla could see her face turn bright red as she experienced the sexual humiliation at the hands of Sir Dan and the Dom he had introduced as Sir Steve. Richard came close and then caught hold of her dark hair and then made Camilla parade in the middle

Naomi’s POV Dom flips me over the edge of the table so fast the room tilts. My feet hit the floor, my chest slams against the felt, and his hand cracks across my ass before I even register the position change. “Look at this wrecked little pussy,” he says, spreading me open with both hands. I can feel what he sees — cum dripping from me in thick, slow trickles, my folds swollen and slick, my thighs trembling and sticky. “Three loads leaking out of her, and she’s still clenching for more. You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you, baby girl?”