Gentle Femdom Stories Novels & Stories

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. (Big Butt Plug : A lesbian BDSM Story - Part 2) "This is where you start learning, baby." I murmur. I pressed the tip of the plug against her asshole, gently circling it. Tory whimpered, her breath fogging the glass. I could feel her body trembling beneath me. My free hand grazed her lower back, tracing down to the curve of her ass. She flinched when I pushed the plug in slowly, working it past the tight ring of muscle.

Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin. Through it all, Sam was her anchor in the storm. His smooth hands would occasionally stroke her hair, her cheek. His voice would whisper in her ear, dark and proud. “You’re taking them all, baby. Every single one. You’re my perfect, filthy fantasy.” And each time, a new wave of desperate, shameful arousal would crest within her. The final man—the gruff one from the very beginning—finished with a roar, pulling out of her well-used pussy to paint stripes of cum across her stomach and breasts. Then, s

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.

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’ll tell you a story. A few months before you arrived there was a Gladiator in the villa that Domina had hired to please her. His cock looked like a baby holding an apple in its fist. I often heard Domina scream as he plunged his shaft into her.” “What happened to him?”

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

Julia said, panic in her voice. "Not yet," I ordered. "Just the thought of riding his big black cock has you excited doesn't it, slave?" "Yes, Master," she moaned. "I explained about your reading material and your fascination with reverse harem stories and how you'd light up like a Christmas tree if you were double or triple penetrated tomorrow." "Fuck! I'm cumming, Master. I couldn't wait," she said, thrusting her breasts into my hands and turning to kiss me. "Even talking about it made me cum, sir."

He was into BDSM, and she knew it. Crystal nodded and encouraged him to lay spread-eagle so that she could bind him to the bed with her stockings. Once he was secured, she climbed on top of him, and she got a little surprise when his swollen member “Boop’s” her between her butt cheeks. “What’s this?” she chuckled. “You must really want me...” “I do...” Nathan gasped. “Well, maybe you will get me...” She smiled at him wickedly. “Eventually...”

“Please… give me the next cock. I need it.” “Louder,” Flynn said, tightening his grip in my hair. “Tell your husband how much you love being our whore tonight.” The words came out shaky but honest. “I love it. I love your cocks. Please don’t stop fucking me.” Damian made a broken sound in his throat. Ace laughed and stepped over to him, shoving his cock between my husband’s lips for a few rough thrusts. “Watch and learn, Romanov. This is how you properly use what’s yours.”