Gentle Femdom Novels & Stories

I appreciate that Heather gets I need more Dom than Daddy tonight, and the only reason we’re here rather than my place is because I’m out of practice. Sex is like riding a bike. Once you’ve done it right, you never forget. What I’m into, on the other hand, requires as much patience as it does consideration. The pink room is the only one I use for the types I like, being on the softer side of impact and sensory play. Rather than hard leather and metal restraints, it’s all plush and fuzzy type things. The cuffs my little are in do have reinforcement, but they’re covered with faux fur that won’t hurt her skin.

His fingers glide expertly against my folds, the heavy weight of his palm forcing my thighs apart. “I saw the way you looked at me when he dropped," Dominik says, his thumb tracing the slick fabric of my panties. "You liked watching me handle him. Did your tight cunt throb at the display of power? Demand to be touched?" “Yes,” I hiss out helplessly, widening my legs to give him better access. He hooks a finger beneath the lace of my underwear and thrusts it deep into my slick heat. “I can’t wait to have you stretching around my cock," he growls. “The moment I get you home I’m going to fuck you into oblivion. This is just a prelude. Getting my sweet pussy ready to take me.”

I am Hemanth, a 19-year-old Indian boy, living with my parents in a quiet suburban neighborhood. I had always been a shy, introverted kid, but lately, I had developed a fascination with BDSM and pegging. I spent hours online, watching videos and reading stories about dominant women using strap-ons to fuck their submissive male partners. The idea of being dominated, edged, and tortured by a powerful milf consumed my thoughts.

Not tonight. The second DOM, a man with a scar running down the side of his face, had his submissive bent over the arm of a leather sofa. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. He ran his hand over her ass, caressing it almost tenderly before raising his arm and bringing his hand down in a sharp smack that echoed through the room. The submissive gasped, but her sound of pain was quickly drowned out by the DOM’s low, approving growl. He spread her legs wider, positioning himself behind her as he roughly entered her, thrusting with a primal intensity that made her cry out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa for support.

She’s so desperate to have me inside of her empty cunt. I’m good at this form of torture, creating short, sharp vaginal contractions that give no relief. I’m also good at persuading Angelique to take what I give her, despite her obvious discomfort. It’s in her nature to please me. A good Dom is able to seduce consent from his willing submissive. I’m a good Dom. In time, she’ll learn to love all my kink. Even my darkest fantasies. There’s only one person in charge when it comes to sex and that’s me. Smiling, I press my entire face against her, my lips, my teeth and tongue. This excruciating agony of her ecstasy is exactly what I want.

The photo is of a fat male clad in skin tight leather from head to toe, whipping a female suspended … from the ceiling. “He’s uhm… He’s a collector of “rare” females. Different races, different creatures. So I’m certain having a pregnant red wolf would be a fabulous addition. He’s probably got at least a dozen wives, numerous girlfriends. Who knows how many kids. Gets his money from his shipping businesses… you know containers that can bring you anything you want discreetly. He’s one of the most notorious doms in the world of underground S&M. He’s brutal, gets off on the pain he inflicts. He probably owns a third of the bondage clubs in Europe. Girls that don’t hold up, that he thinks are we

I saw the delivery box, opened it and checked the model they sent me, damn she looks pretty. I got her hooked up to my pc right away and downloaded the software I already had ready for her, a mommy dom, I found it under the colum of kinky partners. I went with the most gentle one I could find, she's a mix of a dominant girlfriend, some of the nanny program, and some kinky features that I don't really mind. Her program is very similar to Damien, but she's meant to be gentler, I also had a saying in how she's gonna punish me, not that I was very happy about it.

On instinct, it seems, he wraps his legs around me while running his fingers through my hair. I carry him to the bed as my tongue work continues to pull moans from his lips. I sit on the bed, causing him to straddle me before I lean back. His hands trail up and down my chest as he starts to attempt to dominate the kiss. And for a while, I let him, before I begin to fight for control again. As I do, my hands slide down his sides and to his thighs. I begin to trail kisses down his neck when he tenses slightly, though he quickly relaxes into my touch. He gasps as I lick the spot where my mark will go, his body shivering slightly.

she grins with a faraway look as if remembering her friend. "You're a sub too?" "Mhm, it's so fun." I nod, neither agreeing nor denying that it might be fun or not because I know next to nothing about it besides the fictional books that depict huge amounts of orgasms and needy women who lap up men's attention. "Let's go shopping; I know exactly what Sebastian likes. We'll have him like putty in your hands." "I don't need him to buy me things," I hesitate. "Nonsense, that's precisely what our Dom's do. They provide, and in return, we submit on our knees and allow them to use our bodies for their sexual pleasure."

The pleasure felt so intense, that my eyes rolled back into my head. “Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” Julian growled, his sexy voice echoing in my ears. I nodded, and he spanked my ass hard. “Use your words, baby.” “Oh my god..I… you.,you're so deep,” I breathed shakily, my eyes tightly shut. “Oh God, I feel so fucking crammed up, and I love it.” I whimpered as his fingers moved onto my nipples to twist and pull. “Just fuck me as you please.,” I let out like a please. “You have my consent to you use me as your cocksleeve,”