Gentle Femdom Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

“See how she trusts him completely.” I couldn’t look away. The flogger fell in rhythmic patterns, turning her skin a lovely pink. When the Dom dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs, her cries grew sharper. Damien mirrored the action, sliding two fingers deep inside me while his thumb circled my clit in time with the other man’s movements. “Imagine that’s you down there,” he whispered hotly against my ear. “Everyone watching while I devour this sweet cunt.”

"Try me." At those words, she looked at him for a few minutes then sighed. "It's Bondage, Discipline or Dominant, Sadomasochism or Submissive and Masochism. In my own case, I'd be your Dominant and you'd be my submissive. I, or this situation rather, is usually called femdom." "Female dominant." She nodded. "Yes," "What do Subs do?" "They're different, for every Dom, but with you, my rules wouldn't be too much. My stepfather wants me having a sub for our training and he keeps bringing people I don't like. If I present you, I'm sure he'd be pleased."

Lara bucked against the restraints, moaning loudly, the sensation maddeningly gentle yet building heat fast. "Please..." Lara whispered, not even sure what she was begging for. The domme laughed softly. "Oh, we're just starting." She escalated without mercy, swapping the feather for a vibrating wand, a large, powerful head humming to life on high. She pressed it hard against Lara's cunt, right on her clit, pinning it there while resuming with a flogger now. The soft leather tails whipped across Lara's ass, stinging slaps that turned her cheeks red, each impact jolting her forward into the buzzing wand. Pain bloomed hot, mingling with the relentless vibration until Lara's hips ground desperat

Xavier followed, close enough to feel, all quiet confidence and dangerous calm. I stopped us in front of the curvy woman already bound and on her knees. Naked. Hands tied tight behind her back, shoulders pulled back, chest pushed out like she’d been trained to pose like that. Her Dom circled slow, fingers dragging through her hair like he was petting something delicate. He leaned in, whispered low—whatever he said made her shiver. She didn’t move, didn’t even flinch. She knelt like it was her whole purpose, like giving herself to him was the only thing that made sense.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. The client touched him anywhere and everywhere, lips still entangled as their tongues battled for dominance, exploring their mouths. Jace’s fingers tugged gently at his client’s brown hair that seemed wet as though he’d just had a shower, a faint hint of shampoo in it. Jace’s back arched with pleasure as his client found his way into his shirt, twisting and pinching his nipples gently, and the friction produced by his calloused fingers were just right, fueling the sensation as Jace’s eyes rolled back.

slip out of her mouth only fueled my desire even more. "Call me daddy one more time." Halting my fingers from thrusting into her again. "Daddy please, don't stop." She cried out and I plunged my fingers deeper inside of her. Making sure to graze her walls and the moans and I got back in return, told me I was doing a very good job. After stretching and seeing that she was ready for a third finger, I added another one. "Fugghhh....! Nghhnnnn....!" She moaned as I thrusted my fingers in and out of her.

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

⚠️ Disclaimer: This story is drenched in bondage, submission, BDSM, and dark role play. Only keep reading if you’re strong enough to surrender and curious enough to crave what happens next! ~~~ I have been stripped naked with my wrists bound behind my back for what seems like hours. In reality, My boyfriend, Liam and I have only spent a short time in the dungeon with our new mistress, Mistress Selene, but time has no meaning trapped within the confines of the dungeon’s cold, stone walls.

I could hear him breathing, feel the heat of his body, smell his masculine scent mixed with the faint trace of my own arousal. Daddy pushed me forward onto my stomach, then pulled my hips up so I was on my knees with my face and bound arms pressed into the mattress. My ass was raised high, pussy and tight little hole completely exposed to him. He spread my knees wider with his hands. “Such a pretty view,” he murmured, running his palms over my ass cheeks. “Daddy is going to use you hard tonight. I am going to fuck you the way I have been fantasizing about for months. No holding back. No gentle daddy. Just pure dominance.”

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 disturbed sexually. I thought tha