Gentle Femdom Stories Novels & Stories

The scene had me letting out a shocked gasp two minutes into it, not only because I was currently extremely scandalous to be watching something like this right now, but also because of how my body was currently reacting to it. The scene was that of a brat and brat tamer, and the brat was completely bare, with her limbs restrained and her body strapped to some sort of table thingy— and the dom was using some sort of whip on her, but the brat didn’t shy away from it. She welcomed it, gasping and crying out euphorically at each strike before bratting again and again, goading the Dom into delivering more strokes until the brat was a whiny mess with pleas falling past her lips now that her Dom ha

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“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.”

“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.”

I gasped, hips bucking as he pushed two fingers inside me easy, pumping hard and fast, curling them right where I needed. The wet sounds were loud in the quiet hall, his cum from earlier making everything sloppy. "Haiden, they are right downstairs." "Let them hear," he said, adding a third finger, stretching me wide, thumb grinding my clit rough. "I want you screaming my name so she knows who owns this pussy." I moaned louder, head falling back against the wall, legs spreading wider for him. My body was on fire, clit throbbing under his thumb, pussy squeezing his fingers tight as he fucked me with them relentless.

He was stroking himself, his hand moving in a frantic, blurred motion, the friction of his palm against his sensitive head nearly driving him to an early release. "That’s it," she whispered, her voice husky. "Look at it. You’ve fucked ninety-nine girls, Carter. You’ve seen everything, right? But you’ve never seen me." She was getting louder, her movements more frantic, the friction of her fingers against her clit turning into a rhythmic, punishing pace. She was right on the edge, her back arching, her breasts swaying in the dim light. Carter’s breathing was ragged, his eyes rolling back in his head as he watched the wet, rhythmic slide of her fingers. He couldn't take it anymore. The restrai

Julian looks at me, concerned, but Dominic just smiles. His hand reaches the junction of my thighs. His fingers are thick and calloused, and they move with a terrifying confidence. He finds my center, and his fingers slide into the heat he had created earlier. I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper, my eyes squeezing shut as I try to remain still. "Your wife has learned a lot about respect over the last twenty-four hours," Dominic continues, his voice steady as he begins to work his fingers inside me. "Haven't you, Sarah? You’ve learned exactly what it takes to keep this family afloat."

"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."

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on his lips, sweet and intoxicating. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, teasing him. She reached down, her fingers finding the cock ring, and slowly, deliberately, she loosened it. The sub gasped, his body convulsing as the blood rushed back to his cock, his orgasm building, his body coiling tight. "Cum for me, my pet," Domica commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Cum for me now." And he did, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed, his cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Domica watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her body sated and content. She reached down, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, feeling his body tremble beneath