Forced Femdom Novelas e Histórias

" Really shocked! Is this herself the quiet and obedient maid? You really insulted him! She didn't feel herself until he pushed her so hard she hit the wall and her back was almost dislocated! He came forward and grabbed her hands tightly, then fixed them on the wall and said, "You've gone too far with me! I'm not a child for you to insult me like that and you're not your age to be arrogant with me! Your master or not your master does not matter. " She tried to get rid of his hands, but he was holding her tightly, and she said sharply: "Let me go.. I don't want to talk to you anymore."

This is what he wants, for her to plead for his Mercy. "Please! It hurts.." He spanked her ass hard and held her ni***, pulling it hard. "Shut the fúçk up!" He growled. He fucked her at that position for sometime before pulling out. He turned her and threw her carelessly on the bed. He held her legs apart and knelt in between her, then hung her both legs over his shoulder. He slapped her already aching br*** before sliding in and thrusting really fast. His moans was the only thing heard, followed by the low cries of the slut.

I stood up, but I staggered backward; luckily, Gian grabbed my hand, stopping my fall. "I want to do something to you, baby. " "Baby!! He chuckled. "Now I'm positive that you are drunk. What is it, baby? " He asked as he watched me, chuckling. "I saw a girl on television do this to her boyfriend. Play music, baby." " Faster. " I urged him when he just looked at me. He took out his phone, and sensual music played. I giggled when he cussed when I started moving my body, then moved in front of him, standing between his legs.

Doing what she was told to, she was helping the new slave perfect technique at the earliest stations, laying the groundwork for the more advanced techniques. Devon's attention was brought back to Dominique when he heard her voice commanding R to fuck her, and do it right or else. Devon smiled as he imagined Dominique beating R for triggering his orgasm too early, R would probably not survive the beating. Dominique had once beaten a slave nearly to death for denying her orgasm. That slave had spent weeks being nursed back to health, and afterwards was more dedicated in pleasuring his master. Devon returned his attention to the files, he had a couple updates to make, and he started on them. Ca

"Don't fight. Show your husband how well-trained you are." His fingers worked her. Rough. Demanding. And her body—God, her traitorous body—started responding. "No," she sobbed. "Please no—" "Yes," Dante breathed. "Cum for me. Cum while your husband watches. Show him what I've done to you." She tried to fight it. Tried to hold back. But he'd trained her too well. Three weeks of forced orgasms. Three weeks of her body learning to respond despite her mind. She came with a broken moan. Hating herself. Hating that James was watching. Hating that this was his last memory of her.

Dominic entered her, inserting the tip of his c0ck and he chuckled when she closed her eyes, preparing herself to feel his size and length. “This just shows how desperate and hungry you are for this.” He laughed lightly. “Stop teasing.” She pleaded. “F8ck it, Dom. Put it in.” “As you wish, amore.” He wound both of his hands individually around each of her knees, lifting them up and pushing them backward until her thighs are touching the bed. He got on his knees and in one move, he thrusted into her hardly. “F8CK!” Althea groaned out loud, her body reacting hardly at his thrust.

"You can force my body, but you will never break my mind." Dominic’s eyes darkened into something utterly territorial. "Is that a challenge, sweetheart?" Without giving her a fraction of a second to brace herself, he shifted his weight. His heavy hand gripped her thigh, bruising her plush skin as he brutally hoisted her leg back over his shoulder, opening her center completely to the absolute hilt. He hadn't shrunk an inch; the heat of her anger had only made him harder, his rigid, heavy length expanding violently against her wet, sensitive walls.

“We’re not done.” They pulled me back onto my hands and knees. This time they used my mouth more. One after another, making me clean their cocks, making me take them deep until I was choking and drooling onto the floor. Someone else fucked my cunt from behind in long, deep strokes while I was busy with the ones in front. My Dom’s words kept looping in my head. Hands and knees the whole time. They get to do whatever they want as long as they don’t break anything permanent.

I nodded slowly, as I started to feel a little uneasy about the situation. "So, the thing we are doing right now is," he continued, leaning forward slightly. "BDSM. Bondage. Dominant. Submissive. Masochist. Sadist. It's a form of erotic power exchange where one partner takes on a dominant role, controlling the other partner's actions and movements through various forms of bondage or restraint.

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” “You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” “Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?” “He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged. “What's a DOM?” “A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”