Shemale Domination Stories Novels & Stories

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

She saw it as a good sign because she was hot, irresistible to some extent once she got naked there was no saying no to her. "Your womb is so cold you cold hearted bitch. No kid can survive there, worse than the arctic" "Yet you enjoyed having sex with me. So much that you masturbated with my photos in your bed. Do we have a deal?" "No, never. Dom whatever you want with me but Id rather die than sell them out"

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.

And like a gentleman, I let my tongue lash on her pussy, stroking all around, massaging, soothing… “Hmmm… Yes… Oh… There… You’re so good…” She moans, breathless, shameless. My facade doesn't last for another minute. When my cock presses so hard through my towel, knocking it off, my patience dies with it. “Come here.” I pull back, flip her petite frame with ease, and yank her to myself, ready to shove my cock through that fat hole. “Wayne…” “Shhh.” My dominance is slipping through my fingers. “Allow me.”

I couldn’t have this conversation with her rocking her hips against me, making my cock beg to be inside her. “Well, make it quick. I want your dick in me.” I groan louder, “You’re killing me. How much do you know about BDSM and Dom/Sub dynamics?” “Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nada.” I take a deep breath and begin my explanation to Siobhan about what a healthy dynamic is between a Dom and their Sub, and about the different types of Subs, Doms, and dynamics. A few of my explanations made her squeeze her thighs together, particularly when I was discussing Primal Doms/Prey and when I was discussing Sadist Doms.

“Don’t make excuses for yourself. There’s nothing wrong with it! If there was, your mother would have left me a long time ago. Dom/ sub relationships are healthy, just as normal as any other relationship. Enjoy the excitement. If you need any advice, toys or… as weird as it sounds, suggestions, ask away. Or there are numerous websites and forums available too. I may be your father but I’m not going to tell anybody; your private time with your mate is just that- it’s private. Don’t be ashamed of yourself. As long as Virginia enjoys what you do with her, then there is nothing wrong.” Okay, information overload. First things first, my dad was a god damn dom! Secondly, my mum was his submissive.

She already knew that would be expected. Damon’s bedroom was even larger than hers. The massive king-sized bed dominated the room, covered in black silk sheets. Damon stood by the windows wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V of his sculpted abs and the outline of his heavy cock. “Close the door,” he ordered. Ara obeyed. “So today’s scene,” he said, “is about a submissive woman meeting her ex one last time before her wedding. She knows it’s wrong. She knows she shouldn’t. But she can’t resist him. She lets him ruin her for her future husband. That’s the energy I want.”

In that moment, Domica was queen, and her sub was nothing more than her plaything, willing to endure anything for her pleasure, his moans a symphony of submission and pain. As Domica watched her sub lick her boots with fervent devotion, she reached into her toy bag and pulled out a sleek metal cock ring, its edges gleaming under the dim light of the WREC room. "You're doing so well, my pet," she cooed, her voice dripping with mock praise. She secured the ring around his cock, feeling it pulse and throb against her fingers. "But Mommy wants to make sure you're paying attention, doesn't she?" With a mischievous smile, she connected the ring to the shock collar, ensuring that every jolt he rece

Dominic hissed. He didn't use a ruler or a book. He used his hands. He began to rub my bottom, his palms hot and rough. Then, he gave me a sharp slap. CRACK. "AAHHH!" I yelped. It stung, but the sting turned into a deep, throbbing heat that made me wet my pussy immediately. "YES! DO IT AGAIN!" He slapped me again and again until my skin was a bright, hot pink. I was moaning into the desk, my fingers digging into the wood. I felt like a wild animal. I had never felt so much power and so much surrender at the same time.

"You might end up more shocked than you think." "Try it and find out." For the next hour, Jasmine flicked through all manner of videos. Most of them involved some form of submissive behaviour on the womans part, and featured things like bondage, spanking, rough sex, choking, spitting, forced orgasms, throat fucking, double penetration, butt plugs, public humiliation, all performed on the woman by a Dominant figure, sometimes males, sometimes females and on a few occasions, both. All of them featured anal.