Gentle Femdom Novels & Stories

"Spread your legs for me, omega. Let me in." Kai obeyed, and Daemon's fingers found his entrance, circled gently before pressing inside. One finger, working slowly, stretching carefully. "Still tight. Good. Means you're healing well." He added a second finger, scissoring gently. "But loose enough. Your body remembers. Knows what's coming. Wants it." "Don't tease. Just fuck me." "So demanding. I love it." Daemon pulled his fingers out, positioned his cock. "Ready, baby?"

He groaned and moved back out and gently thrust back in only at where he was before. "Oh. Gosh. Wine, what will we do?" "You said the doctor said it's okay if being gentle. I leave it up to you." Her soft breathless voice whispered the words he wanted to hear finally as her body was so heated up and felt unbearable. Leo's face lighted up with a big delightful smile. "Yes! Clever girl. Leave it to me. I will handle it. As I am an expert in this room." The man who was so desperate hurried to say. Then he withdrew himself out and thrust in again a little deeper each time with gentle and care. He could feel her soft walls inside welcoming him and squeezing him tightly and rapidly indicating that

I can't move my eyes from them. What the fuck is happening to me? "Could I cum, Master, please?" His submissive is literally begging him. Oh my God, seeing this torture is too much for me. But deep down inside, I'm curious whether he'll let her cum or not. I don't know what is happening to me and why the fuck I'm enjoying this. "You can't cum easily today, my slave, this is just starting." Her Dom removed the vibrator from her clit. Poor her. He's now pulling his pants down with one hand while spanking her pussy hard with the other.

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.

But he liked it when a consenting woman showed a hint of apprehension, which was not the same as fear. The real pleasure for him as a Dom was being with a woman who trusted him completely but didn't necessarily trust herself to give in to the pleasure right away. The woman's inner struggle to finally let go was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. If Little Mac wanted to go to Russia, she had to prove she could take anything and surrender to the feelings she hid within herself.

Jasmine, still catching her breath, replied in a hushed tone, "They're incredibly sensitive." Now, as a self-described pleasure dom, Aiden reveled in the satisfaction of his partner's pleasure. Empowered by Jasmine’s vulnerability and her susceptibility to his touch, he wasted no time in continuing his ministrations. His fingers squeezed, his lips sucked, his teeth delicately nibbled, and his tongue sensually licked her nipples, alternating between each breast. In between the intense bursts of pleasure, he kissed her deeply, sharing passionate embraces that further fueled their desire.

Though I think it's hot and I don't mind, it also makes me wonder whether he would do this to just anyone who he would sleep next to? although I am scared of the huge age difference and given into desires that I shouldn't have, Adulf and I have just started to explore the Gentle Femdom genre of BDSM. Recently we had an opportunity to discuss the implications of this to our sex lives and our relationship in general. We were driving home from a holiday Our conversation around the new found love for BDSM started becoming animated. The conversation led to more than the mechanics of this kink and became intense. After about half an hour of this discussion, I felt d

He bent down and whispered something in her ear that made her smile. "He's probably telling her how good she is, how beautiful she looks all flushed and clamped up for him", Jake told Meg. " How do you know?" "It's what Doms do. They praise their subs. You see, the sub is submitting to them. That itself is a really big deal", Jake explained. The Dom bent and in one fluid moment, unclamped a nipple, took it into his mouth and the woman let out another moan. He did the same for the other nipple and she gasped and strained at the cuffs holding her hands down on the table.

“I am a dom, Ms. Cane I go by many names: top, dominator, master, when mixing d/s- that is domination and submission. With master/slave relations I prefer to be called ‘Sir’ by my subs. My job as a dom is to ensure my sub is pleased… at my leisure and preference, of course. I use my little room, the room you invaded, to my advantage. It comes equipped with toys of all sorts that I like to play with. My sub, a willing woman, is the best toy of all inside those walls.” By now my fingertip was playing with the zipper on her grey, seamed, cotton pants. I undid the button and proceeded to rub her pussy through her lace panties. Impressive. I like a woman who knows how to wrap it up and present it

Calm and peaceful. Okay, It will take me a while to get used to this. When I enter the upper floor, My heartbeat quickens when I see a pretty redhead girl in the middle bound by silk ribbons. The sound of slaps is louder here. I know this. I think to myself, trying to recall. It is some sort of ribbon bondage presentation. It’s called gentle bondage. The redhead is bound to an upholster ottoman with a wide red ribbon. She is being gently spanked. Even though it is gentle, she flinches, just a little, every time Dom hits her.