Novel & Cerita Gentle Femdom

“Hold it, sweet girl. Wait to explode until I tell you to.” He spanked my ass. “I promise it’ll be better in the end.” He moved a finger around my pussy hole before gently pushing it in, fucking me slowly. My eyes rolled back, my inner muscles clenching and pulling at that digit. I heard sloppy sounds as my body latched onto him, and I shuddered. “Damien—” “Hold it, Fina.” His words were a growl, as if he were a feral animal.

I pull up outside the building that now belongs to Gabriel and Dominic ushers me inside. “I have a strapon harness that is adjustable and should fit your wife, a staples strapon, she can experiment with and a few sizes and styles of dildos, matching butt plugs and a flogger and paddle for when you finally tell her spanking you gets you off,” Dominic says. “I never told you about the spanking!” I hiss. “I know but at the grand opening, I saw who you interacted with and how you reacted to certain things. I am wonderful at what I do,” Dominic says. “If you know I met Rhett, did you also learn how he reacted to seeing Gabriel and I together?”

She pressed her pussy down against me and made me pant. “ harder , Tim,” she moaned. “Eat my pussy like you mean it. I thrust my tongue inside,greedily sucking her clit like a vacuum. After a few minutes, she pushed my head back. “Enough. Lay down.” I did as I was told. She went to the side drawer, pulled out the handcuffs, and started securing my wrists onto the headboard. “You are mine to use. Mine to fuck as I please.” Strapping a big, curved, black dildo with veins to her waist , she said, “I'm going to use this on your ass, Tim. Beg me. Beg me to fuck your ass.”

With a slow, firm movement, he opens my bra, which slides down my arms and Dom pulls it off at once. “Arms back”, his hoarse voice demands. I obey, bringing my wrists together behind me, my body surrendered, every cell on alert. He holds my arms tightly, wrapping the fabric in strong knots, one on top of the other, leaving me immobile. I try to move my arms, but I can't. My breathing becomes more anxious, the room shrinks with the tension that passes from me to him. Dom turns me face down on the bed, my face sunk into the comforter, and then he puts a pillow under my belly, raising my hips. I swallow, eager for what's to come, sweaty, hot and horny. His fingers gently caress my ass before my

"One hundred total. Very good tolerance. Your ass and thighs are beautifully marked. Let me show you." He held up a mirror so Alex could see her reflection....her ass and thighs were bright red, welts already forming. "This is what you look like when you're properly used," Dominic said. "This is what ownership looks like on your body. Beautiful." He set down the paddle and freed one of his hands to finger her pussy. "And you're even wetter now. Pain makes you aroused. Good. We'll be using that this week." He finger-fucked her while she was still restrained, his other hand playing with her nipples, pinching and twisting them.

She kneels with an enticing blend of vulnerability and strength, each curve of her body poised to invite. With an alluring gaze that radiates both confidence and anticipation, she waits for my commands, embodying the thrill of the moment. If only she realized that tonight, I seek merely to blow off steam and escape the haunting memories of Shelly, even if just for a fleeting night. This is precisely why I cannot bring Shelly into this world of shadows with me. I am a Dom—a dominant partner in the intricate dance of BDSM, where power exchange is not just a game, but a carefully crafted experience. The Dom takes charge, guiding the actions within this realm, always ensuring safety and consent.

(Yes ) Recording “Will anyone but us see the recordings?” I ask with my finger keeping my place on the paper. "Only us, baby. Nobody will see what's ours.” Jacob confirms. Jacob scoots closer to me, resting his arm around my shoulder, "daddy dom, little girl. It's sub genre of BDSM and CG/L is caregiver and little. I personally think you're a little and don't know it, but I could be wrong." "What's a little?” My head tilts to the side.

My clit throbbed with need, my nipples ached, and a fresh wave of wetness leaked around where we were joined. “Domenico…” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Please… be gentle. My pussy feels so raw and tired. I don’t want you to hurt me or bruise me. Just… gentle tonight.” He stilled for a moment, those dark eyes softening as he looked down at me. Then he nodded, brushing a strand of hair from my damp forehead with surprising tenderness. “Anything for you, my Reina,” he murmured, his voice low and velvet-rough. “I’ll worship you like you deserve.”

I had long dreamed of being used harshly by a dominant woman, while Karen had fantasied for years about having a man under her control. Being real was the key, as neither of us had any interest in the theatrical kind of BDSM role play that you see so often in femdom erotica. In my fantasies, the woman in control would want to hurt me because it excited her sexually, but she didn't need to scold, insult or ridicule me while doing it; as odd as it might sound, she was nice to me about it... even apologetic.

"I love to see a man jerking off. It's so sexy, and I could take the memory away with me, and use that memory when I need to pleasure myself." On the screen, a young girl was lying on a bed, face up, spreadeagled, restrained in all four corners. Her wrists were cuffed and chained to two corners of the bed, while her ankles were also cuffed and chained. Her domme was clad in shiny black latex. The domme climbed onto the bed, and slipped a velvet eye mask over the sub's face, leaving her mouth available for the domme's use. "Tell me what you see, and what you're feeling, Maria," Scott suggested. "Circle your clit gently with your fingers. Take your time." His cock was rigid, and he gently wank