Literotica Female Domination Novels & Stories

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.

“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

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.

But the man just moaned in delight. We passed other rooms with curtains for doors and Master stopped at one randomly, it seemed. He pushed aside the curtain so we could see what was happening inside. A Dom with a hood concealing his identity, stood over a female sub. She was on a bed completely naked, her arms and legs strapped down at each corner tightly. A ball gag was in her mouth. The Dom stood over her and was using a flogger on her breasts. They were a deep red from the torture. A machine was between her legs with a large dildo attached that was thrusting into her over and over. My lips parted in awe, as the sub looked at us, watching them. How would she say her safe word if she had to

She raised her hand and touched the muscle of the man next to her, "Sister, do you see how kind I am? You found ruffians for me but I spent a lot of money hiring these ones with the strongest lower member. They surely will satisfy you." "No!" Lita then point to my legs, "Hold her legs!" "No!" I shook my head desperately and kicked my legs. Two other men came over to grab my legs and the others loosened the chains on my hands as they held me firmly on the bed. Lita then slowly open the glass bottle in her hand. She raised the glass bottle bit by bit to the top of my eyes, looked at me and said, "Don't be afraid. There isn't much but such a small amount inside. If I drip it on your face, no on