Shemale Domination Stories Novels & Stories

What would it feel like to be locked in that cage, naked and waiting, with his footsteps approaching? I kept reading, heart racing faster. He had a list of rules for subs and that was to address him as Dom always, no touching yourself without permission, and daily tasks to prove devotion. One entry talked about a scene he'd done, binding a guy, edging him for hours with a vibrator on his cock, denying him release until he begged to be broken. Then, finally, fucking him rough while the viberator still buzzed inside him. Reading those words made me leak, my hole aching, empty and desperate. I wanted that denial, the slow build, the flood of release, the overwhelming sensation of being taken ha

To tell you the truth, I always choose the newest ones, but today I’d rather have the older hen. “You.” I told her without waiting for her to initiate the conversation, and when her hazel eyes began to sparkle, I continued by saying, “Follow me.” I didn’t have to look back to know she was smiling when I picked her. I entered the code to my VIP room—I call it the dungeon—and went inside. Viola knows better. I hate small talk; they make things clingy, and I don’t do clingy. I fuck and go. I lowered my mouth to her ear and put my hand around her neck as I heaved a sigh and tightened my grip on her neck, choking her. “Would you like your girls to watch when I fuck you? I mean, they need to learn

“She’s still so wet. This breeding cunt just keeps getting wetter.” They worked together perfectly. Dominic tortured my nipples — sucking, biting, pulling them until I was shaking — while Sasha finger-fucked me and licked my clit. I came again hard, soaking Sasha’s face while I screamed. But they didn’t stop. Dominic pulled me up and made me straddle him reverse cowgirl. He slid back into my cum-filled pussy and started bouncing me on his cock. Sasha stood in front of me and grabbed my hair, pulling my face into her pussy.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

“Push through it, kid. This is how you learn to take everything I give you. Tell me how it feels having my seed plugged inside you while you work.” “It feels dirty… and addictive,” I moaned, holding the plank as best I could. “Like I really belong to you now. The egg is rubbing right against that spot you fucked so hard earlier.” He made me do bridges next, then some slow leg raises. Every movement pushed more cum out, running down my skin while the low buzz drove me crazy. By the end I was whimpering, close to another edge. “Enough,” Dom finally said, pulling me up. “Come here. One last round before you leave tonight.”

M. Search. The results flooded the screen. Definitions. Articles. Psychology forums. Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism. I scrolled past the Wikipedia entries. I clicked on the "Videos" tab. My heart hammered against my ribs. I felt like I was opening a door to hell. I clicked on the first thumbnail. A woman was kneeling on the floor. She was naked, wearing a leather collar. Her hands were tied behind her back with thick, intricate ropes. A man faceless, dressed in a suit stood over her.

Magda knew her cheeks were bright pink, “are you insane? I cried when Sienna got caught with her dildo out of pure sympathetic response to her embarrassment. I’m all for being an empowered woman and taking what you want but I don’t have daddy issues so I don’t need to be dominated in the bedroom and I don’t have control issues so I don’t need to dominate in the bedroom. What’s wrong with a little give and take? Missionary and maybe doggy style? I’m not down to tying or being tied.” “You are so vanilla.” Dimi bit the end of her banana and then dunked it again in the container. “Ew! You can’t double dip!” “Oh, I would,” Darya spoke up. “Dimi, if you and whoever you end up with want to swing, I

A hiss escaped my lips as the sharp sting hit me. “Beautiful,” She moaned, giving the chain a slight tug. Pain and pleasure shot through me in equal measure, making me bite my lips so hard I could taste blood. The woman pushed my panties to the side, slipping two fingers in, curling them just right while her thumb teased my swollen red clit. I gasped, arching against the restrains. She slid her fingers deeper, making my pussy juice drip all over the table. A whimper escaped my lips. I squirmed around, desperate for a release, but the cuffs held tight.

Her soft moans became louder as she threw herself into sex with her babysitting boss and her hips rose and fell faster so that she was fucking cock frantically. Aaron leaned back in the seat so that he could thrust his hips up and the action became furious as they both lost themselves in the heat of the moment. The cock slammed in the wet hole harder and faster and Shelley’s moans got louder still as she was pushed towards a climax. When she reached the brink she sat down on the cock to force it all the way inside and brought a hand to the top of her pussy lips to stroke her clit.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio