Male Sub Female Dom Novels & Stories

“Ahhh… Mackenzie.” Him moaning my name encourages me to do better in sucking him hard and fast. His hips jerk in accordance to my thrust. When probably a pleasure that’s too much to handle comes to him, he pulls his weight into a sitting position then gently flips me down to the bed. Now, it’s him on top of me. He whispers, “I don’t like it when a woman dominates me in bed.” That makes me remember our voided dom-sub contract, where I should submit to his dominance.

You Are My Submissive And I Am Your Domino So, You Must Submit To My Command!. Britney's POV. Marrying the sweetest and coolest guy in the pack was a mere formality, but what I truly craved was a mate who could dominate me in every way possible. Someone who could fuck me relentlessly, make me beg for more, and bring me to the brink of ecstasy with just one touch. I needed a man who could make me forget all about the spineless mommy's boy I had foolishly married.

To honor Benjamins, she decided to indulge this inexperienced pup. Amid the crowded subway, Luna Cruz smiled and handed him her business card. She whispered to him: "All that's written there is for the novices. If you want to experience the real thing, come find me." The man in the suit suddenly looked up, a surprised expression on his face, clearly taken aback by Luna Cruz's words. BDSM was already a niche interest, and in the male-dominated society, the combination of a female S and a male M was exceedingly rare. How could you just casually encounter someone from the community on the subway?

But my vision is crystal clear, sharp enough to catalog every detail of her humiliation, every flush of shame that painted her skin. This was exactly what I had intended. Not the sexual display itself—that had been an improvisation, a cruel test designed to break her spirit completely. What I had wanted was submission. Complete, unquestioning surrender to my will. I wanted Isabella Cohen to understand that in the Romano family, she had no voice, no power, no choice but absolute obedience. Even in matters of intimacy, especially in matters of intimacy, she would learn to serve. The irony wasn't lost on me. Here she was, believing she was degrading herself for a man who couldn't even see her s

46. I like to dominate cute goth girls like you. I like to treat entertainers like the sluts and whores I’m paying you to be. I want to make you gag on my cock and stretch you with toys until your pussy is used up and dripping, juicy. I want anal play, deep and hard, and I want to slap your ass while I’m doing it. Another thing, high on my list, is that I want to punish those lovely big tits of yours. And all the while, I want you to be a good little girl and call me Sir.

I ask trying to be brave, I don't want to be locked in, not again. "You're dad biological daughter, we're all a family, his last words were to protect you. We won't be able to see you with just some random dom." Adam starts, there's no blood relation for sure, I'm only half a breed or that's what Rocco called me that day. "We want you to take one of us as your dom. I'm a daddy dom, Adam is a master, and Mouse is a dominant. No matter your classification, we'll be able to help you knowing you'll be safe" Rocco says.

An orgasm crashes through me unexpectedly. Adam pulls his fingers out and licks them clean before grabbing my hair, pulling me into a fierce kiss. “Another domme can handle your client tonight. We can explore so many delicious things together.” “What if I let you fuck me while he does?” I offer, knowing Adam has always wanted me to let another male join us. He grips my chin, eyes blazing with dominance. “Don’t play with me, pet.” I smile provocatively. “I only play with what gives you pleasure, Master. I want both of you to fuck me tonight. But first, teach me how to dominate him.”

“Great, so where do we begin?” There are only two others in the class, another Dom and a Domme. I’ve only seen two females come through here, training to be a Domme, so it’s interesting to watch when they train both female and male subs. I think they are a bit crueler than a Dom, but also more caring, if that makes sense at all. The one in this class goes by the name Mistress Skye, but she is also a Mommy Domme, meaning that she likes her submissive to act like a little kid, called a Little. That’s not for me at all. Ella can call me Daddy all she wants, but I want my sub to act like her real age. To each their own, I guess.

Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission.

What type of sex is this again? "There. Imagine it's me inside you. Imagine it's my cock inside you, baby." Like an obedient girl, I follow his advice, and I imagine him on top of me, thrusting his sweet cock inside me. Pounding on me. "It's my sweet dick hitting you like this, babe." At this point, I don't know what he is doing inside there because...well, "who is fucking you right now, huh, baby?" "Oh!" "Tell me, Ania!" That husky voice of my sweet beast made me open my eyes. He looks like a dom in total control over his sub. He looks savage. "Who is giving you this sweet pleasure?"