Novel & Cerita Forced Femdom

His hands were rough and possessive as he yanked my panties down and freed his already hard cock. “Look at me,” he ordered, gripping my chin firmly. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” “It belongs to you Daddy,” I gasped as he thrust into me hard and deep in one powerful stroke. “Only you. Always.” John fucked me right there on the desk with deep, claiming strokes. The desk shook beneath us as he drove into my pussy again and again. There was nothing gentle about it. This was pure dominance, born from fear and love and the overwhelming need to protect what was his.

After several long, torturous minutes of worshipping my breasts, Fred pulled back, his eyes dark with need. He spun me around forcefully and bent me over the edge of his heavy wooden desk. "Now this is what Daddies do to a bad bitch." The cool surface pressed against my bare tits as he shoved my dress up over my wide, curvy hips, completely exposing my thick ass and the tiny soaked red thong that barely covered anything. “Spread your legs for daddy?" he ordered softly but firmly, his hand stroking the curve of my ass. I obeyed instantly, parting my thick thighs wider and arching my back to push my ass toward him.

Her eyes widen when seeing him saying those frank words. "I-I don't know w-what you are talking about—" "On your knees…" a cold request that he is saying. "J-Jostein—" "NOW!" he shouted to her. She immediately flipped her body out of the terror she is feeling right now. She kneels while curving her body downwards; her heartbeat is beating so fast, making her faint in nervousness. Jostein breathed heavily while seeing her beautiful back. "From now on, you are now my forced submissive… Keesha De Vere." After he said those words, Jostein smiled widely like an evil smile forming from his face. He rubs his member then slowly inserted into the wet organ of her.

And infuriating. He spreads my legs wide, bends my knees, and secures my ankles to the table. My butt is barely touching. I try closing my knees, but two inflexible hands hold them apart. Damian is affected by my bratty behavior. I hear it in his voice. He releases one knee and circles my pussy with a finger. I'm so damn wet. I watch his face when he discovers my desire. He's hot as fuck, but in full Dom mode, he's my fantasy. His brown eyes lift to mine and slowly he brings his finger to his lips.

She will do so eagerly without any excitation. 8.) The SUBMISSIVE may not touch the DOMINANT except she's prescribed to do so. 9.) The SUBMISSIVE must always excellently conduct herself to the DOMINANT to address him as SIR or MR ALICANTÉ or a good title as the DOMINANT. Please you to. 10.) The DOMINANT can flog, spank, the SUBMISSIVE as he wishes, in terms of punishment or for the derivation of pleasure. 11.) The DOMINANT may get angry with the SUBMISSIVE. Colors like "BLACK and RED" are used to bind her as punishment.

“Get this garbage out of my club. Permanent ban. Tell Ambrose and the others what he did.” I crouched, grabbed Calton by the hair, and got in his face. “You are never stepping foot in another club again.” One last kick for good measure. When I turned, Juliet was curled into herself, arms wrapped around her knees. Atlas was murmuring something, rubbing her back. Reed stood nearby, looking ready to commit murder. We are Doms. Everything we do is consensual. Mutual pleasure. Power exchange. Never force. Never violence outside negotiated scenes. I knelt beside her.

I heard her steps approaching. "I'm going to beat your ass because I want to know how much pain you learned to control. "He whispered in my ear, making me shiver. "You asked to be punished, so you agree with that, Sub?” Finally the merciless dominator Fred was back, because I missed it so much. It was that kind of man I wanted, just for my pleasure. Not a husband, not a boyfriend. Just a dominator. "Yes," I murmured. "I didn't hear what you said, Babygirl," he pulled my hair back.

The truth is that under this brave façade, I am so scared right now. "Do you want us to help you with that?" the man behind me said. "Thank you but no I am good" I replied and tried moving away but his grip got tighter. "You know it's not polite to turn down such an offer..." he said. My body is not as well as my head, so trying to escape or pick a fight is not really an option. But neither is allowing them to rape me. I have to do something. I started moving my body so that I could free myself from the man's grip but had no luck with it. In my attempt to release myself, I hit his crotch. Almost immediately he released me and I lost no time and started running.

Valentina cupped her tits and whispered “Fuck us, punish us choke us fuck our throats like last time” Sofia bent over the desk legs spread open so he could see her pussy lips twitching through the lace “Oh fuck Master you locked the door this is gonna be so much fun” Dominic stepped forward They expected his cock. His fingers. His voice ordering them onto the desk onto their knees into his lap But what they didn’t know Was he didn’t lock the door to fuck them He locked it to teach them

Kinks: bdsm, female dom, male sub, powerplay, rough sex The office door clicks shut behind him, sealing us in my private therapy room. Dim lights cast shadows over the leather couch and the sturdy restraint bench in the corner. He's my patient, that eager 28-year-old with wide eyes and a body begging for control. I stand tall in my black leather corset and thigh-high boots, my curves hugged tight, feeling the power surge through me, expert in breaking men like him. He sits on the edge of the couch, fidgeting, his shirt already unbuttoned from our 'session talk' about his submission cravings.