Gentle Femdom Stories Novels & Stories

A lesbian couple stands at the entrance and eyes the scene before them. Sounds of pain and pleasure emanate from several of the curtained rooms. The scene before me is enough to keep me aroused, but I'm pretty sure my three doms have something more in mind. Sure enough, the shaggy-haired man returns from a table holding a long thin dildo in one hand. He holds up his already lubed forefinger on the other hand and grins. I moan as he reaches between and behind my legs and pushes it into my puckered hole. He withdraws his finger, then replaces it with the dildo, slowly pushing it up my ass as far as it goes. He smiles at me, then hands the remote to the kid.

I rode his fingers and thigh in lazy, sensual movements, the wet sounds of his fingering mixing with the loud moans still pouring from the speakers. I kept him like that for a long time — switching which nipple he sucked, sometimes pulling his head back by the hair so I could kiss him deeply, tasting myself on his tongue. My hands roamed his chest and abs, occasionally brushing over the massive bulge in his pants, teasing him without giving him relief. By the time the p**n scene ended and switched to a new one (this time a woman riding her lover reverse cowgirl), I was dripping and desperate. I stood up, legs slightly shaky, and pushed Rafael flat onto his back on the wide couch. I climbed o

“I want to explore that… responsiveness. I will teach you about your own body, about pleasure, about pain. It will be a dominant/submissive relationship. Governed by rules. By a contract.” “A contract?” I squeaked. He smiled again, a genuine, devastatingly handsome smile that transformed his face. “Yes. A contract that outlines my role as your Dominant and your role as my Submissive. It will detail your duties, my responsibilities, and your hard and soft limits. It will be safe, sane, and consensual. But make no mistake, Ava. In that arrangement, I will be in complete control. Of you. Of your body. Of your pleasure.”

soaking the bedsheets and my thighs. She kept licking and fingering me through it until I was whimpering and trying to push her away, then finally pulled her fingers out and licked them clean, eyes locked on mine the whole time. "Belle, it's your turn baby but we're going to try something new", she said, turning to Belle who tucked her lower lip between her teeth. "I'm ready, mommy but... I want you to really dominate me like a dog", Belle whispered, her voice full of longing.

What would it feel like to be locked in that cage, naked and waiting, with his footsteps approaching? I kept reading, heart racing faster. He had a list of rules for subs and that was to address him as Dom always, no touching yourself without permission, and daily tasks to prove devotion. One entry talked about a scene he'd done, binding a guy, edging him for hours with a vibrator on his cock, denying him release until he begged to be broken. Then, finally, fucking him rough while the viberator still buzzed inside him. Reading those words made me leak, my hole aching, empty and desperate. I wanted that denial, the slow build, the flood of release, the overwhelming sensation of being taken ha

THEMES: Short quick story, Nonconsensual, Reluctance, Stockholm syndrome, Hostage, Kidnapping KINKS: Gang Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Rough breeding, Restraints, Masturbation, Filthy Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Firm/ Strict/ Service Dom, Bratty Sub, Restraints, Oral, Edging, Rough sex, Multiple Orgasms, Hair pulling, Spanking, Gang Jerk Off. SHINA'S POV I whimper, pulling my fingers out to vigorously rub and circle over my clit.

, I pouted, putting two fingers in my mouth, withdrew them with saliva, rubbing it over the tip of his cock. "This i's not right, I'm married to your mum. And you're just like my daughter". I put my finger on my lip to silent him. "Do you want to see my tits?". Gosh, I sounded like a slut, and I loved it. I had Frank under my control and I was going to make him worship my body. Without hesitating, I took the nightie off, exposing my touted tits as I started playing with them. "We could do it just this once. I won't tell Mom anything".

“You don't want to wake mummy.” “But I—” I stop, swallowing thick saliva so my voice is less heavy. “I want to cum.” I beg with all that I’ve got. I’m squeezing my breasts too hard, while he milks my ass. My body is giving in and I can't pretend that I’m not close to falling off the cliff. “I will only let you if you promise to be gentle.” He says his conditions. “Roll around my cock instead of jerking. Gentle spasm instead of explosion.”

My body was on fire, clit throbbing under his thumb, pussy squeezing his fingers tight as he fucked me with them relentless. I could hear voices downstairs, Emily saying something sharp, but I did not care, just grabbed his wrist and rode his hand harder, chasing the orgasm fast. "Cum for me," he ordered, biting my neck hard enough to mark, fingers slamming deeper. "Show me you are mine." I did, hard, pussy spasming around his fingers, gushing wet as I cried out his name loud, body shaking bad. He kept going, dragging it out until I went weak, then pulled his fingers out and shoved them into my mouth again. I sucked them clean hungry, tasting everything, eyes locked on his.

“But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties loose. The other man grabbed my tits. His palms were rough, Father. My breath hitched, and I just… I let him.” “Stop,” I croaked. It was a pathetic plea. “I let them fondle me in that room, their hands caressing every inch of my body. Even parts I didn’t think they would touch,” she breathed, the sound of her lips moving almost audible through the screen. “One of the men had slipped a finger into my asshole. At the end of it, I was crying out in pl