Naruto Femdom Novels & Stories

He grabbed my chin and said, "I'll hurt you and ruin you. I'm a fucked up man who was turned on when you were on your kness with tears running down your face as you begged me to spare your father's life." I didn't hesitate to get on my knees. "I submit to you Milomir Petrov. I want you to ruin me. I want to be yours and surrender my body to you." "Are you sure? There is no turning back. Once I say you're mine then you're mine. Forever." I nodded my head. "I want to be yours." " Are you aware of the Dom and Sub relationship?" "Just a little…" "It treads a thin line between pain and pleasure but don't worry, I'll show you. Will you give me control of your body, mind and soul?"

Her handcuffed and begging for more. Mayu raised an eyebrow. “Submissive? Are you sure you’re talking about the same girl? Cause Yūri’s always the dominant person in an intimate situation. Be it a kiss or sex. She gets off controlling people and making them move and act how she wants.” Mayu chuckled.

I had long dreamed of being used harshly by a dominant woman, while Karen had fantasied for years about having a man under her control. Being real was the key, as neither of us had any interest in the theatrical kind of BDSM role play that you see so often in femdom erotica. In my fantasies, the woman in control would want to hurt me because it excited her sexually, but she didn't need to scold, insult or ridicule me while doing it; as odd as it might sound, she was nice to me about it... even apologetic.

“Stand up,” A whimper slipped from my lips, and my palms grew increasingly moist, but I didn’t dare stand up. I couldn’t. I shook my head slowly, my breaths coming out hard and shallow. The sudden air of dominance around me was choking, and it made me want to submit to him, but my stubbornness made me want to defy him. “Karyna,” he drawled out my name again, and my knees buckled, at the tone, arousing me. “I won't repeat myself,” he growled and stared at me so hard that I couldn’t fight it anymore.

These thoughts had Jasmine thrusting hard and deep into her slut's ass, each deep forward thrust causing her intense pleasure as well as she was literally fucking both her pet and herself. Dana loved to role play and as much as she loved the power of being a domme, submission brought her pleasure in a completely different sort of way. The hard thrusts from Jasmine and the buzzing from the toy in her cunt had her orgasm on the rise. "Oh yes, Jasmine, pound my ass, make me your bitch," Dana grunted. "Jasmine, what, you fucking cunt?" Jasmine snapped. "Mistress Jasmine," Dana quickly corrected, impressed by Jasmine's quick shift from submissive to dominant.

She applied her makeup, not needing much, and was almost ready. Examining herself in the mirror, she knew she had a great body, she saw it men's eyes all the time. She caught at least a few hungry glances every day. She was only twenty-two but had been Master's part time sex slave for over a year now. He repeatedly asked her to move into his home and be with him full time, but she also needed the freedom that the week days gave her. Her desire to be submissive existed only on a sexual level, every other aspect of her life required that she be dominant and in control.

For a moment, he leaned back his head and closed his eyes, relishing the intimate ministrations from the slave at his feet. Another muffled scream brought his attention back to the scene in the playroom. The Dom had removed the other nipple clamp and the sub still convulsed in climax. As Jade took Scott deeper into her throat, the Dominant removed the vibrating wand and began to unfasten the woman from her bonds. When her legs threatened to buckle, the Dom supported her, murmuring softly into her ear. He led her to a table, where he bent her over face down. She lay panting, her eyes closed, as he released his erection, quickly sheathed it with a condom, and roughly impaled her from behind

Truth be told, I always got hard upon the mere sight of her. Jasper was lovely; I’d watched her once and twice occasionally I’d seen, and heard them. Making out, but more than that she always had a thrill to be held down, used and bred to be dominated. Bondage. She needed control, power. Not just a romp on the sheets and some few hours’ sex. I palmed my cock again, squeezing the shaft, picturing this — why I’d be better than any man she’s had. I loved being a dom. She should learn too how to be submissive and enjoy every bit of his impoverished body, with pain and pleasure.

I order and she obeys. These days, I'm starting to get obsessed with acting like a dom. No wonder Kaden was unhappy when I restricted him from doing it with my soul mate. I have always been her rightful husband and mate. It's just that she was so much in love with him too. In love with two hot men I guess. This Dom/sub thing can be so much fun, sexually. My hand rubs across her behind, smoothing one of her cheeks. "You have such a nice ass for Daddy to punish," I tell her, slapping her behind.

Damon nodded and said, “I’ve decided that I will fuck your friend Bree, but I’ll only do it if I’m in control the whole time.” “So ripping my clothes off my body, forcefully bending me over the chair, spanking my ass raw, and fucking my asshole isn’t enough control for you?” “You pay me to play the role of the submissive slave who finally has enough and overpowers you, that’s not exactly me being in control you know. That’s your kinky fetish, not mine, I just go along with it because—”