Shemale Domination Stories Novels & Stories

The rules of the contract became my new reality. Rule number four: The Submissive will not touch herself sexually without permission from the Dominant. It was a rule I found increasingly difficult to obey. My body was in a constant state of heightened awareness, a low thrum of arousal just beneath the surface. I’d be in the middle of painting, and the memory of his hands on me would hit me, a wave of heat so strong I’d have to stop and catch my breath.

Xavier followed, close enough to feel, all quiet confidence and dangerous calm. I stopped us in front of the curvy woman already bound and on her knees. Naked. Hands tied tight behind her back, shoulders pulled back, chest pushed out like she’d been trained to pose like that. Her Dom circled slow, fingers dragging through her hair like he was petting something delicate. He leaned in, whispered low—whatever he said made her shiver. She didn’t move, didn’t even flinch. She knelt like it was her whole purpose, like giving herself to him was the only thing that made sense.

In the first room, a leather-clad Domme cracked a whip toward a male submissive who was bent over and restrained in old-fashioned stocks. Scott glanced at Jade, who kept her eyes downcast. With a hand on the small of her back, he continued forward to the next room. There, a bare-chested Master Dominant in leather pants was just fastening a nude female slave, spread eagle, to a St. Andrews Cross.

He bent down and whispered something in her ear that made her smile. "He's probably telling her how good she is, how beautiful she looks all flushed and clamped up for him", Jake told Meg. " How do you know?" "It's what Doms do. They praise their subs. You see, the sub is submitting to them. That itself is a really big deal", Jake explained. The Dom bent and in one fluid moment, unclamped a nipple, took it into his mouth and the woman let out another moan. He did the same for the other nipple and she gasped and strained at the cuffs holding her hands down on the table.

she said in a sultry voice. “Me too, shall we?” Laixa and I got up and Dominus moved over to his wife where he proceeded to lay between her legs. She grabbed his shaft and guided him to her flower. As he entered her she gasped and said, “Girls, do your thing.” Laixa and I giggled as we moved into the position Domina liked to see us in. I would be on top with my face between Laixa’s legs and she under me where she could lick my pussy.

“Look at you. My perfect baby girl, naked and waiting for her Daddy exactly as she was told. So obedient. So ready to learn how Daddy really likes to fuck.” He opened the bag and pulled out several items: soft black rope, leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a thick leather belt. My heart raced faster at the sight. “From now on, sweetheart,” he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?”

One was tied hands and legs to a pole with her small ass out, while the other with a strap-on fucked her from behind. The second which was a little more interesting than the first, starred a woman who was the sub, and her three male doms. The sub was turned down, her legs and hands spread apart on two poles. Her fake, plastic boobs were on clamps and she had a red blindfold over her eyes which was the only piece of clothing on her body.

The sight made me cry even harder. Dominic groaned in satisfaction. He pulled out, flipped me over, and fucked me doggy style while pushing my face into Claire’s pillow. “I’m going to cum so deep inside you tonight,” he panted. “I want you walking around with my baby growing inside you while you pretend to be the innocent babysitter.” The twisted words sent me over the edge again. I came screaming, my pussy gushing and spasming around his cock as self-loathing consumed me. Dominic buried himself to the hilt and unloaded. Thick, heavy ropes of cum flooded my womb. He kept grinding, making sure it stayed deep, breeding me like he promised.

Her Dom angles her face toward the man standing to her left, who is rapidly stroking himself, before releasing his fluid right into her open mouth. “Swallow it,” her Dom demands coldly. She obeys instantly, letting out another deep groan as the other two men surrounding her, who are also masturbating, release across the smooth olive skin of her bare back. As they do, she arches her spine and thrusts her backside out further. The stranger with the massive length thrusts even deeper into her pussy until almost all of it vanishes inside her. Then, her Dom settles his fingers firmly over her clit. “Do you want to come, slave?”

Thick fingers part my folds, and I moan around his cock as they circle my clit, slow and deliberate. "She’s soaked," a second voice rumbles, unfamiliar but no less commanding. "Fuck, Dom. You’ve barely touched her." Dominic’s chuckle vibrates through his shaft. "She knows what she’s here for." The fingers retreat, only to return with a sharp slap against my swollen clit. Pain blooms, white-hot, and I scream around his cock, my back arching. The sound pulls a groan from Dominic’s chest. "Again," he orders. Another slap. Then another. My vision blurs. My cunt clenches around nothing, desperate, needy. I’m going to come. I’m going to—