Femdom Visual Novels & Stories

I stared without really watching it since, about five seconds in, I realized I'd found nothing interesting about it. Crawling back towards the top of the bed, I leaned back against the headboard and closed my eyes. The sound of a door opening caused me to open my eyes cautiously. What I saw, though, made me bite my lip to hold in a moan. Leo had his back to me as he scrubbed his hair with a towel. My eyes traced every muscle before landing on his sweatpants-covered ass. Fuck. My mate was a living sex symbol. Not that I was mentally ready to take that step, but by The Mother, did he make me wish I was.

“You don’t know what you’re doing.” “Baby, I’ve been a Dom for over ten years. I have got more experience with stubborn little subs than you do with Doms. You are nothing but a baby compared to me, and I’m going to prove it to you over and over again.” She stopped fighting me. Her teeth bit down onto her lip. “Stop that.” i pulled her lip from between her teeth. “You think you know what true pain is, but you have got no idea what is really wrong with you. Don’t worry. I can deal with you.”

She felt her juice running down her leg again and her mouth flew open. “What do you want Bella?” he growled into her ears again, the sound of his husky dominant voice pushed her a little to the edge and she wanted to find her release, so she rubbed her clit faster. Just as she neared the edge, he pulled out of her and stilled the movement of her finger.

Jerry started going in and out in slow, careful strokes. The orgasm hadn’t stopped since it started, or maybe I was having one orgasm after another. Both my vagina and my asshole were contracting one after the other, gripping my lovers' cocks. It felt like a tide washing against me. Both men were inside me, and I knew they were loving it, they were delighted, and lustful, and grateful. I could see Freya and Felicia looking at me, hypnotized by my depravity. And most important of all, I found myself to be just what I saw in Felicia earlier that day: a sex Goddess. Floating between two of my worshipers. Powerful and unashamed.

The Dom nodded to Ben so he tipped his head in return. There was a heavy set woman dressed completely in black leather who had another slimmer woman wearing minimal leather garments and a leash. Their blue and red rings were evident. Ben caught the cruel smile on the Dom's face as she yanked her sub closer to pinch the woman's nipple. The slim woman squealed and whimpered but the way she bit her lip afterwards gave away her true feelings.

"Together we're an unstoppable force - no Karen or anyone else can stand in our way." "Exactly," Chad agreed, eyes glinting with mischief. "And now that I've fed you, how about I show you exactly what this force is capable of?" Cassandra felt a familiar heat begin to coil in her belly as he slid his chair back and prowled towards her with a predatory gleam in his eye. "Oh yeah?" she challenged, squirming under his intent stare. "And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?"

It was rock hard with the thick veins crisscrossing the big shaft and topped by his huge, swollen, plum sized cock head. Jenn saved the picture to her phone, knowing that she would use it to fuel more lust- filled masturbation sessions in the days leading up to her weekend alone with her big cocked step-dad. THE END Of BDSM series

But instead of working, I had my skirt rucked up around my waist, legs spread wide under my desk, and two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy. The video on my screen was paused on the most dangerous frame: a tall, elegant woman in a crisp black suit, very much like Victoria, had her much younger submissive bent over a glass desk. The dominant’s hand was fisted in the girl’s hair, strap-on buried to the hilt in her dripping cunt, the submissive’s mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

Andrew's crosses, spanking benches, suspension rigs, bondage furniture I didn't even have names for. And people. Dozens of people in various states of dress and undress, some watching scenes in progress, others negotiating their own. On one platform, a woman was tied to a cross while her dom worked her over with a flogger, her skin turning pink under the leather falls. On another, a man was bent over a spanking bench, his dom's hand coming down hard on his ass while he counted each strike. My cock was achingly hard, pressing against the tight jeans Dante had made me wear.

My breasts hang slightly forward, and I keep my eyes locked on the wood grain as I lower myself fully. The moment my hands press flat against the surface, the air changes. Something shifts. Desire thickens around us like a scent. It smells of tension. Of lust. Of control and submission. Thirty males. One exposed girl. One dom in full control. I balance on my toes, my ass tilted high, perfectly presented to Aiden. He can see everything. I feel my vagina push through the black fabric of my panties.