Forced Femdom Novels & Stories

The Dom asks and I don't recognise his voice. "Do whatever you want but you can't cum inside his front hole," Master says. The dominant behind me slaps my ass cheek before I feel him kneel down and push his dick against my lubed asshole. I relax and spread my knees apart, putting my hands behind my back so he can hold my wrists if he wants to.

Alpha Daddies Knows Best (18+ | A Forbidden Reverse Harem) Bound in the center of their private room, wrists chained high and pulled apart above my head, legs hooked open and spread wide. My body hangs helpless as Dante stands in front of me. His strong hands grip my thighs with unyielding force, fingers digging deep into my soft flesh as he holds me open and pulls me back and forth onto his cock, controlling every inch of the penetration while he pounds into me. My full, heavy breasts are crushed against his hard, muscled chest, roughly dragging across my sensitive nipples with every forceful thrust, sending sharp, electric sparks of pleasure-pain shooting straight to my core, making them h

Amelia’s knees felt weak as though they were jelly and she fell to her knees while she bowed her head to the floor. "Please, I'm still recuperating from the last lesson." His lesson was to force rough sex on her while he threw punches at her. He was the BDSM type, though she didn't enjoy a bit of the sex. He was stronger than her, as she was just a fragile human, and he forced himself upon her. His punches sometimes make her go unconscious for a while. Yet she tried hard to avoid his torture and she always begged frantically as she was doing at this moment until he silenced her saying

On the sofa, the submissive's owner had her skirt hiked up and she was pleasuring herself while she watched her pet being used by these two strangers. Henry's tempo increased until finally, he pulled out, blasting a load all over the man's face. 'The man can cum like a fire hose,' Shamira thought, watching line after line of semen splatter on the young man's cheeks, nose, and mouth. She watched the domme stand up, walk over, look disapprovingly at her charge, and then slap him sharply across the face. She wiped Henry's goo off of her slave's face and then fed it to him, making sure he licked her latex gloves clean.

He finger-fucked her while she was still restrained, his other hand playing with her nipples, pinching and twisting them. "You may come," he said finally, and Alex did....screaming as the orgasm tore through her after the intensity of the paddling. Dominic didn't stop. He kept fingering her, kept stimulating her, forcing a second orgasm, then a third, until Alex was begging him to stop. "You don't decide when I stop," Dominic reminded her. "That's not your job anymore. Your job is to take whatever I give you." He forced two more orgasms before finally releasing her from the cross.

inging pain that made him pause. "Stop," she commanded, her voice a low, stern warning. "Not yet." She led him to an immersion table, her movements fluid and confident. She secured his wrists and ankles to the table, flipping him upside down, his face mere inches from her core. She unzipped his pants, his cock already hard and ready. She took him in her hand, her grip firm as she stroked him, her movements slow and teasing. Wolf's breaths came in ragged gasps, his body straining against the restraints, but he didn't moan, understanding her game, knowing that any sound would be a mistake. The timer on the wall ticked down, the seconds counting away until it reached zero. Domica released him,

These floggers did not have the same sharp sting as the crop or a regular whip, but their figure eight motion, properly applied, could bring a sub to the brink of orgasm. That was what he had in mind for this evening, something to take Dara's mind completely off the disastrous run-in with Jason. She had made such great strides in the past six months. And she wasn't the only one. His confidence as a Dom had returned, and in many ways they had healed each other. Now it was time to show her he could take full control when she needed him to, whether she said so or not.

It only felt different, but as intense and powerful even though I was completely vulnerable and at his mercy. I remembered that I came a few more times that night, the last one being a forced orgasm, a skill Marco was known for in the world of BDSM and he prided over the years on inflicting that brand of cruelty, especially on me. And now that he had been forced to abstain from me for years, I knew he would do everything in his power to make me feel his wrath.

It was the juiciest entry and when he began thrusting, it was everything he imagined it to be. There was no gentleness in his thrusts. With her legs hanging on his shoulders, he fucked her hard. Her juicy pussy had to be the sweetest he'd ever fucked. He went on for over an hour, fucking her through orgasms. Like the insatiable bastard that he was. She wouldn't stop crying and pleading. It made him feel more like a 'DOM' than a 'DON'. He loved that feeling. When he finally let her go, she was almost going unconscious and her breathing was slow. He staggered away from her weak body, beads of sweat dripping from him.

“Push through it, kid. This is how you learn to take everything I give you. Tell me how it feels having my seed plugged inside you while you work.” “It feels dirty… and addictive,” I moaned, holding the plank as best I could. “Like I really belong to you now. The egg is rubbing right against that spot you fucked so hard earlier.” He made me do bridges next, then some slow leg raises. Every movement pushed more cum out, running down my skin while the low buzz drove me crazy. By the end I was whimpering, close to another edge. “Enough,” Dom finally said, pulling me up. “Come here. One last round before you leave tonight.”