Gentle Femdom Stories Novels & Stories

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

"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 had his dick out, his hand moving in a frantic blur as he listened to me describe how the inside of my pussy feels while his father was ruining me. “Jesus Christ! Don't stop, baby! Keep talking! Keep moaning!” Preston begged as he sucked on my breasts causing my toes to curl. "Tell him how the bushy hairs tickle your balls every time you slam home," I whispered, my voice a filthy lure. "Oh, Enid!" Preston roared. He lost all control. He withdrew almost completely and then slammed back in with a force that made the heavy desk creak and groan. The legs of the desk scraped across the floor with a loud, metallic screech. I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, h

He attached clamps to her sensitive nipples. The sudden pain her whimper. Then he took a flogger and whipped her breasts lightly. The leather tails struck her skin with stinging pleasure. “You’re everything I’ve been searching for,” Romero said. “All these years… no one could handle me. But you… you beg for more.” He lifted her left leg and slid into her. Emma thrust her hips forward to take his strokes. He fucked her mercilessly. Emma’s full breasts bounced against the clamp with each powerful thrust. All the pain had given way to pleasure now.

Then a final thick strap around her waist, pinning her hips flush to the padded center beam so she couldn’t arch away. Spread. Presented. Back slightly arched. Ass out. Tits forward. Pussy already glistening under the candlelight—fresh wetness from the memory of dinner sliding down her inner thigh. Dominic circled her once. Slow. Trailed the flogger tails over her skin like a caress. Over shoulders. Down spine. Across ass cheeks still faintly marked from the cane two nights ago. Between her legs—tails brushing swollen lips, teasing her clit without pressure. She shivered. Bit her lip.

Then I pushed him backward onto the bare mattress. I climbed over him and sat just above his cock, letting the heat of me rest against him without taking him inside. He groaned and tried to lift his hips. I pinned them down with my weight. “You don’t get to rush this.” I reached down and wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly, watching his face. He was already leaking. Every time his breathing got too sharp I slowed my hand until he was practically trembling. “Sienna— please—” “Please what?”

I needed to taste his lips again. He let go of my grip and cuffed my hands to both edges of the bed. I could no longer touch him; I could only feel the vibration on my pussy and his warm mouth on my nipples. He took the black veil and tied my eyes. The feeling was so erotic that I moaned at the suspense of his actions. I felt his soft hand circling on my pussy but not penetrating. I begged him to stop. I couldn't take it any longer, but my pleadings only fed his ego as he inserted the dildo slowly at the tip of my pussy.

Some got on top, their ready grazing against the elf’s face. Some laid down speading their legs, exposing their clits, and their wetness while fingering themselves , the sight almost making the men topple over and some bent low, arching their perfect ass and shaking them for the dom elves to admire. While some were bold enough to demand getting fucked by two dom elves.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

I had long dreamed of being used harshly by a dominant woman, while Karen had fantasied for years about having a man under her control. Being real was the key, as neither of us had any interest in the theatrical kind of BDSM role play that you see so often in femdom erotica. In my fantasies, the woman in control would want to hurt me because it excited her sexually, but she didn't need to scold, insult or ridicule me while doing it; as odd as it might sound, she was nice to me about it... even apologetic.