Novel & Cerita Gentle Femdom Stories

A shelf held more intense gear: thicker ropes, ball gags, nipple clamps with weights, electro-stim pads, fucking machines with dildos attached. “Intermediate,” she explained. “Three to five men. Full use of your holes. They can rotate, double up, edge you, make you beg. Some like to watch you get used while they stroke. Safe word still applies, but the men here tend to push harder. They know the rules.” I felt a trickle of wetness slide down my inner thigh. The thought of being rotated through five strangers made my knees weak. I pressed my legs together. She watched my face. “Still sure?”

They fuck me through it, drawing the orgasm out until I’m sobbing, legs shaking uncontrollably. Before I can recover, they flip me onto my hands and knees. The blindfold stays on. Someone grabs my hair, arching my back. New fingers push into me from behind. Deeper this time. A different rhythm — rougher. Another woman reaches under me to play with my swinging breasts, tugging my nipples hard. “Such a perfect submissive whore,” someone says. “Husband works hard to buy this big house and you’re in here getting gangbanged by the neighborhood wives.”

Gio shook his head "I want them collared all the time for now. So I think I agree precious metal for daytime and lace for bedtime." Cherry handed him a business card with the store's info on the front and a couple of different websites written on the back. "Those sites should help. The top one has actual articles for creating better Dominants and training submissives. The second concentrate on the BDSM stories and a lot of them are about Master/submissive tales that should not only help you learn about the lifestyle but inspire you as well. Now let's look at some Collars and other stuff I think you might like for training your girls."

"I'm flattered, Mrs. Melinda. It's important you feel comfortable here. Now, let's dig a little deeper. What kind of erotica draws you in? The kind that builds slowly, or something..something more.. direct?" In my mind, I pictured her reading about a doctor like me, hypnotizing a patient into submission. Her body arching under my commands. I watched her bite her lips, considering her answer. This was going to be exquisite. She shifted on the couch, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. "It's mostly the forbidden ones, of course. Power dynamics, losing control to someone trustworthy. Scenes where the mind opens up and the body follows. I dream about it.. being guided, touched in ways I can't ad

On the sofa, the submissive's owner had her skirt hiked up and she was pleasuring herself while she watched her pet being used by these two strangers. Henry's tempo increased until finally, he pulled out, blasting a load all over the man's face. 'The man can cum like a fire hose,' Shamira thought, watching line after line of semen splatter on the young man's cheeks, nose, and mouth. She watched the domme stand up, walk over, look disapprovingly at her charge, and then slap him sharply across the face. She wiped Henry's goo off of her slave's face and then fed it to him, making sure he licked her latex gloves clean.

"Breathe, love. You should have told me. I would have prepared you more. I'm sorry, detka. I will be gentle." Dominic leaned down to kiss her gently. His elbows propped on either side of her head. Gripping his biceps, letting him soothe her, she returned his kiss. Thanking him without words. The pain inside her slowly ebbed, letting her feel his throbbing c**k inside her. Trying to distract her, he returned his mouth on her nipples s**king her anew. She squirmed. Seeking more. He understood and he began to th**st slowly, her legs wrapped around him instinctively. Loving the friction, the swollen head hitting a spot inside her, her body bowed, eager for completion on his big c**k.

Her Dom angles her face toward the man standing to her left, who is rapidly stroking himself, before releasing his fluid right into her open mouth. “Swallow it,” her Dom demands coldly. She obeys instantly, letting out another deep groan as the other two men surrounding her, who are also masturbating, release across the smooth olive skin of her bare back. As they do, she arches her spine and thrusts her backside out further. The stranger with the massive length thrusts even deeper into her pussy until almost all of it vanishes inside her. Then, her Dom settles his fingers firmly over her clit. “Do you want to come, slave?”

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

They feel sooo good. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation, but First Guy tightens his grip on my hair, forcing me back to my senses. My hand had stilled, and I had forgotten about him. My bad. I take him in my mouth to a manageable length and then use my hand to stroke the rest of the shaft. Slow and gentle suck gets him going, and I’m pleased with myself. His hand on my head urges me forward, telling me I’m doing something right, so I increase the pressure a little and bob my head. Thirst Trap is doing a hell of a good job teasing me, which makes me bob my head even faster. I can tell First Guy is trying his best not to push my head all the way down.

Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?