Married Femdom Stories Novels & Stories

, I pouted, putting two fingers in my mouth, withdrew them with saliva, rubbing it over the tip of his cock. "This i's not right, I'm married to your mum. And you're just like my daughter". I put my finger on my lip to silent him. "Do you want to see my tits?". Gosh, I sounded like a slut, and I loved it. I had Frank under my control and I was going to make him worship my body. Without hesitating, I took the nightie off, exposing my touted tits as I started playing with them. "We could do it just this once. I won't tell Mom anything".

"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."

You’re so good to me,’ he whined. ‘Too good, I agree,’ she snarled, and caught him a hard slap on his dimpled arse that made drops of pre-come juice dribble from his cock. ‘Go away! Get out of my sight, you useless, ugly object.’ ‘Humiliation. Lesson number one in being a dominatrix,’ Armina murmured to Karen. ‘Would you like to try? Does it appeal? I’ll admit it floats my boat. Men are such bastards, it’s fun to torment them, even though one knows they’re enjoying it.’

"It was before I knew him, Domina. I knew he'd had sex before. I'd had sex before." "I wonder. When you fucked me and Reneé, was it exciting to be fucking the same people Chen had? It thrills me to fuck Master's old college girlfriend." "I hadn't thought of it, Domina. It was enough to imagine I was fucking a woman. I'd never done so before."

I was pissed but her words harden my dick further more. I immediately dialed Bernice number asking her to send over a submissive as soon as possible. Bernice is prompt, one thing I could boast of about her. In another thirty minutes, I could feel a touch on my chest. Kisses on my neck and her hand fondling my dick. I caressed her boobs and she let out low moans. She placed her dick her mouth on my dick and I opened my eyes, only for me to see Bernice. She began to confess her feelings for me, how she would have loved to my wife but instead I got married to that "lowlife" Meena.

," Jake asked, gesturing. Meg took a closer look at the woman's face. She looked, happy, like whatever he was doing was just right,arching her butt to the flogger each time it landed and if Meg was right, she was letting out small moans too. "She looks happy, no that's not the word, she looks content." Jake nodded. " Yes, she's in her subspace, the happy content place that only a Dom knows how to take his sub too" " How does he know her that well. We've been watching them for only what, ten minutes?", Meg asked. " He's been with her for a long time and they got married last year" " They're married?," " What? Don't look too surprised. Doms and subs get married too. They're just like every oth

He'd gone back again and again, finally applying for his own membership, and begun training to be a Dom. Yes, training. Something people outside the lifestyle didn't know about. It took skill and knowledge to dominate, to make bondage a pleasure for one's sub, to inflict just the right amount of pain in the correct places. He learned about safe words and aftercare, and all the things that made subs trust their Doms. He'd become skilled with the Florentine flogger and the many ways a sub could be bound to give both of them pleasure. The club had become his lifeline when he was between missions that sucked the soul out of him.

A thrill shoots through me when he tightens the first one. The men I invite into my bedroom will pull my hair and boss me around. They are not true dominants and can barely call themselves a top. Damian breathes dominance and he knows all the little ways to increase the tension of a scene. The California kink community is close knit. I earned my living as an edgy Domme who's good with a whip. Publically seeking out a dominant to get me off wasn't something I was willing to risk. My mystique was half the allure and I needed every lousy dime Johnny Ford paid me.

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

He didn’t slow down. “I'm gonna destroy your pussy,” he growled against my neck. “Gonna fill this womb with my cum and mark you so deep no one else will ever dare touch you.” His began to swell at the base of his cock, stretching me wider as he forced it inside. The pressure was overwhelming—pleasure bordering on pain. When it finally popped fully inside me, locking us together, I screamed in ecstasy. Damien roared, burying his face in my neck as he came hard and filling me so full I could feel my belly swell slightly. His teeth sank into my neck—marking me and claiming me as his Omega.