Literotica Female Domination Mga Nobela at Kwento

She wanted him to be as tormented by her as she was by him. And there it was again, those dangerous thoughts. Lisa knew exactly why she was so drawn to Mason and it wasn’t the way he looked… okay, it wasn’t only the way he looked. There was something about Mason, an air about him that drew her. There was an authority and a dominance that she craved. She had spent far too many years being responsible for herself and for others and what she really wanted was a man who could take that burden of responsibility from her, even if it was just for a little while. Lisa knew that it wasn’t very politically correct of her to want a man to dominate her, and it probably wasn’t even a safe thing to wish f

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

But he liked it when a consenting woman showed a hint of apprehension, which was not the same as fear. The real pleasure for him as a Dom was being with a woman who trusted him completely but didn't necessarily trust herself to give in to the pleasure right away. The woman's inner struggle to finally let go was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. If Little Mac wanted to go to Russia, she had to prove she could take anything and surrender to the feelings she hid within herself.

Léonie was fucked up and she had eluded vibes of loving depraved activities she always had this aura of dominance like a fucking sexy dominitrix. She knew it. I knew it. She wanted this. She yanked her fingers free, grabbed my cock, her legs strategically positioned and she sank down fast with her pussy. I choked out a groan, hands flying to her hips as she took me, all of me, her nails digging into my shoulders, her head thrown back. “Fucking……hell……”She gasped, hands splaying over my chest. I could barely breathe, She was tight. So hot, so wet, squeezing me like she never wanted to let me go.

I glared at them, but I knew I needed to listen to them if I didn't want myself to get hurt. I saw Elli turned around and left the crowd and I started to get nervous again. I wished I could leave with him right this moment, but I figured I'd be with him shortly. "Come along, little one," one of the men chuckled, "Time to get you all dressed up nice and pretty in some luxury gear. You wouldn't want to keep your Dom waiting, would you?" My Dom? I swallowed hard and chose to cooperate instead of fight. "You're right. I'd hate to keep him waiting." I felt their grips loosen on my arms, as I chose to walk with them to a separate room with a vanity and an area to change clothes behind a silk scree

She uses a top bar to hold herself up while she straddles the cross and Adam's mouth eats her pussy. Fuck but the look on her face while Adam works is almost more than I can take. I don't even realize I'm moving forward. Onlookers step aside and I'm standing about five feet away. Lydia doesn't notice me. Her eyes are mostly closed with pleasure lighting up her face. It won't take Adam much to send her over. She's so fucking responsive and somehow I need to stop thinking of her as a sub. Lydia is a dominant who knows what she wants. I'm mentally invested in the scene when Lydia's facial muscles tighten. My gaze travels down to her pussy and I catch the slightest trembling of her legs as her o

She will do so eagerly without any excitation. 8.) The SUBMISSIVE may not touch the DOMINANT except she's prescribed to do so. 9.) The SUBMISSIVE must always excellently conduct herself to the DOMINANT to address him as SIR or MR ALICANTÉ or a good title as the DOMINANT. Please you to. 10.) The DOMINANT can flog, spank, the SUBMISSIVE as he wishes, in terms of punishment or for the derivation of pleasure. 11.) The DOMINANT may get angry with the SUBMISSIVE. Colors like "BLACK and RED" are used to bind her as punishment.

“Beg for it, Lila. Beg Driver Daddy to breed this spoiled pussy.” “Please! Breed me, Dominic!” I sobbed with pleasure, bouncing wildly now, sweat slicking my skin. My walls fluttered around his pulsing cock, the age gap making everything filthier he was forty-seven, battle hardened, claiming what was forbidden. “Fill me up. Pump your cum deep while the whole highway hears me. I’m your princess… your breeding toy. Harder, Daddy make it drip out of me at the next gala!”

Her voice dropped to a low, velvet whisper that sent electricity down his spine. “I fuck in ways most men can’t handle. I dominate. Completely. I own my partners—mind, body, and soul. I’m looking for a true submissive. Someone who will kneel for me. Obey me without question. Surrender everything.” Elias’s breath hitched. His cock twitched hard in his trousers. Lilith continued, her silver eyes gleaming with dark promise. “I’m not gentle, Elias. I use ropes, cuffs, whips, commands… and pain that melts into pleasure. I expect total devotion. Total control. Most men talk a big game and then run when they realize I mean every word.”