Novelas y relatos de Femdom Visual

I want to know. “I have visions, dreams really, vivid ones, where I am there, blindfolded, arms bound behind my back. You are there, teasing me. I am the submissive, and while you’re fucking me, Roxy walks in, only then I switch, and I become a Domme and she is submissive. Then, together, we dominate her. I fuck her face, sitting my pussy on her face, while you're fucking her in the ass; I have control of her, the whip, the gag, everything.” He is looking at me, his face perfect, giving away no signs of how he feels.

Tonight he’d blindfolded her so when he did strip down, she couldn’t see anything. Domini tried to wrap her head around the fact he always bent her over the closest horizontal surface. He’d not allowed additional touching, no eye contact. And by bending her over, three freakin’ times now, she wouldn’t feel the difference of his artificial leg as he pounded into her from behind. She’d just remember how hot and kinky it was that he fucked her so thoroughly. Don’t move. Keep your hands just like that. If he commanded her during the actual act of sex as well as foreplay, then she’d be less inclined to disobey and reach back to grab his thigh. Or the stump where his thigh used to be.

She reacts to the pain, leaning into it, the shock rippling through her to my touch, and I reach to cup her breasts which sit heavy and soft in my hands, nipples pebbled into my palms. She's howling now, screaming with pain/pleasure, but not trying to escape it. Her eyes are staring, but she doesn't seem to be looking at anything, simply agaze, green-eyed and feral into space. I pinch at her nipples hard, and wailing, her eyes briefly lock with mine once more before she disappears once more into some netherworld of pain and arousal and ecstasy. "Please, please, I need to cum. Master, please." She can't see him smiling behind her, his expression a mixture of sexual heat, the pleasure of the D

“I’ve always had strong appetites, Doctor. Extreme ones. Vanilla doesn’t do it for me. I crave control—real, absolute control.” “Domination is everything. Binding a woman with ropes or cuffs, feeling her body strain against them while she knows she’s completely at my mercy. Choking her during the act, watching her eyes widen with that perfect blend of fear and lust as I thrust deep. Spanking her hard enough to leave marks, so she feels me every time she moves afterward.” I nodded professionally, but heat was already creeping up my neck. I pressed my thighs together tighter under the desk, trying to ignore the growing throb between my legs.

His vision alternated with the one from his imagination and damn it, this is so much better than reality. Dominic removed his own shirt without taking his eyes off the woman writhing on top of his bed. Ana was panting hard, she was shaking in excitement and you will hear no complaints from her. Dominic knelt in front of the bed, pulling Ana's soaked thong, watching how it passes her smooth skin. When it was successfully removed, the door to Dom's fantasy was revealed in front of him. Ana's pussy was pink and smooth as her skin with little to no hair which he preferred. She looked so beautiful down there that it made his head spin.

But my vision is crystal clear, sharp enough to catalog every detail of her humiliation, every flush of shame that painted her skin. This was exactly what I had intended. Not the sexual display itself—that had been an improvisation, a cruel test designed to break her spirit completely. What I had wanted was submission. Complete, unquestioning surrender to my will. I wanted Isabella Cohen to understand that in the Romano family, she had no voice, no power, no choice but absolute obedience. Even in matters of intimacy, especially in matters of intimacy, she would learn to serve. The irony wasn't lost on me. Here she was, believing she was degrading herself for a man who couldn't even see her s

She had a beautiful body to die for. She kicked wildly, flailing her arms, but she was no match for their strength. Would they rape her here on the chapel floor? Tears gathered in her eyes as they shoved her clothing up over her hips. They turned her to the right and fingers touched her hip, right where the mark rested. Oh nay. She bowed her head as tears of defeat slipped down her cheeks. “ ’Tis her!” one of them said excitedly. He was instantly shoved aside as the leader bent over to examine the mark for himself.

He bends down and cups my chin, forcing my face up to meet his gaze. "You are one beautiful woman, Brie. And you're all mine," he murmurs. "Get up." His power is soft full of sensual promise. Shakily, I get to my feet. "Look at me," he breathes, and I stare up into his smoldering neon gaze. It is his Dom gaze – cold, challenging, and sexy. My mouth dries, and I know I will do anything he asks. An almost cruel smile plays across his lips.

The red heels made her legs look longer and more dangerous. Elara climbed onto the bed slowly. She straddled his waist, her heels digging into the mattress on either side of his hips. “If I do this, you don’t get to touch me. You don’t get to control anything. Understand?” Dante nodded. “I understand. I want you in control.” She moved back until she knelt between his spread legs. Her red stiletto hovered over his cock again. The sharp heel pointed directly at the soft shaft. “Tell me if it’s too much,” she said, voice shaking.

He pulled the toy free and wrapped it in a cloth that sat in the drawer and untied me. My heart melted as he took a moment to make sure my wrist and ankles were alright. That was the one thing I had been learning was a major difference between a Dom, and a Master. Most Doms who were not serious about BDSM didn't really care much about what happened afterward and they left their subs to care for themselves. A true Master always cared about how his sub was feeling even if it was just being tired and wanting to rest.