Novel & Cerita Literotica Female Domination

She tried to sit up but nearly cried out when pain knifed through her side. “Here, let me help you. You too, lad,” the woman said to Crispen. “Help me with your lady.” Crispen scrambled over the bed and slid off the edge. “Why are you doing this?” Mary asked when they both helped her sit up. “What he did was a disgrace,” the woman murmured. “To beat a lass as he did you. He’s mad. You’ve been his obsession. I fear for your life no matter whether you yield or not. He’ll kill the boy.”

A woman was obsessed with me. For some fucked up reason, that realization didn’t make me feel safer. It made everything feel ten times more intense. Another message popped up immediately: Unknown: I’ve watched every single one of your streams, I couldn’t get enough! I know exactly how you touch yourself when you think no one’s really paying attention. I know what you sound like when you actually cum… not the fake moans you give your fans. I was breathing so hard the room started spinning. Then came the final text:

His pleas filled the chat… “Please, Dom, let me cum.” I denied him, loving every bit of his sweet frustration. Dominanttothecore: Kneel in your mind and crawl to me. DomCraver: Kneeling, crawling. I'm at your feet. At my feet. I pictured it clearly, him real, with a collar around his neck. Dominanttothecore: Lick my boots…clean them with your tongue. DomCraver: I’m licking and tasting leather, and I’m hard again.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

“These fine gentlemen paid good money to watch my husband ruin my little sister’s holes. You’re going to give them a show. You’re going to come so many times you piss yourself. You’re going to beg to be bred like the family breeding sow you are.” She flicked a switch. The projector lit up with the chat: Breed that fat-titted bitch raw Make her tits bounce harder Knot her cunt, man $50 if you make her cry Liam stood at the edge of the mattress stroking his cock, eyes black with lust. Rita grabbed a bottle of lube and poured it straight over Nina’s tits, watching it pool in her cleavage before rubbing it in squeezing, slapping, twisting those heavy globes until they were shiny and red, nipples

One was tied hands and legs to a pole with her small ass out, while the other with a strap-on fucked her from behind. The second which was a little more interesting than the first, starred a woman who was the sub, and her three male doms. The sub was turned down, her legs and hands spread apart on two poles. Her fake, plastic boobs were on clamps and she had a red blindfold over her eyes which was the only piece of clothing on her body.

Dim red lights dangled from exposed brick ceilings, casting a sultry, crimson glow over patrons clad in leather, latex, and lace. In one dimly lit corner, a raised stage hosted a live demonstration that made Kyra's breath catch: a lithe woman bound in intricate shibari ropes, her body arched in exquisite ecstasy as her Dom—a stern figure in black—whispered commanding words into her ear, a flogger trailing lightly over her flushed skin, eliciting soft gasps.

For years, Cynthia Cohen would have said that a perfect evening was one spent reading a book on the couch in her living room, her long red hair twisted into a bun and secured with chopsticks, her feet toasty in fuzzy slippers and her curves disguised by baggy pyjamas. But then she had met Richard, and Richard had helped her to see that an even more perfect evening included being naked and sweaty, her hands bound. On her knees. Just the thought of their nights spent together in such a fashion made Cynthia’s throat tight and her chest hot, the aching space between her thighs clenching uncomfortably. As her lover, Richard had helped her to see herself as more than the quiet bookworm she had alw

M. Search. The results flooded the screen. Definitions. Articles. Psychology forums. Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism. I scrolled past the Wikipedia entries. I clicked on the "Videos" tab. My heart hammered against my ribs. I felt like I was opening a door to hell. I clicked on the first thumbnail. A woman was kneeling on the floor. She was naked, wearing a leather collar. Her hands were tied behind her back with thick, intricate ropes. A man faceless, dressed in a suit stood over her.

But her mind was elsewhere—tracking the IP silently behind the scenes, every keystroke logged, every ping echoing in the back of her mind. Then came another comment. “Prove you're still in control. Show them what darkness tastes like.” The words wrapped around her like silk soaked in gasoline. Domica leaned into the mic, slow and deliberate. “Oh darling,” she cooed, “you think I’ve lost control? Watch closely. The night’s just begun.” [INSERT PLACEHOLDER FOR SUGGESTIVE POWER MOVE / EROTIC PLAY] But her eyes never left the chat box. She watched the symbol vanish… then reappear.