Soft Dom Kink Novels & Stories

"Why do you think so?" "You love real-life dicks more than rubber. That, I am sure of. If a dildo was your go-to, you wouldn't be paying me an outrageous amount of money to just fuck you," "Oh. Yes," She nodded. "But that doesn't mean I don't own a dildo. Sometimes, I want to fuck something without a life. Control it and do whatever I like. Unlike you who like to be in control," I frowned. "Now, that makes me hurt," She laughed and grabbed my cheek before placing a smacking kiss on it. "I love it when you control me. I like being the sub around you, but sometimes, I want to be a dom."

We reach my room and I open the door. I close the door and literally jump him. Our lips tangled, my legs around his bigger frame grinding against his hardness up and down. My hands pulled at his hair hard making him moan into my mouth. I unwrap my legs around him and demand sternly my inner femdom coming out. "Clothes off. The bed, now." He loved being dominated and he was lucky enough to know that I was a switch. I haven't truly found someone that would like my quirks and kinks till Zyn.

She asks with a grin. “I assume you mean the part where I started training to be a Dominant?” “Yep, that would be what I’m thinking about.” Her hand is back to making circles on my chest again, and it hasn’t helped in my little problem that I’ve got going on below. “I went to a club for a classmate’s birthday while in college, and I became interested in the dynamics of the Kink lifestyle. That really is all there is to it, I’m afraid.”

She had once offered the idea of roleplay to Jace and he rebuffed it without thinking of how she'd feel. "BDSM?" She asked and he shook his head "I'm not a sadist but I like being kinky, restricting you while I explore your body and watch you enjoy what I do to you" he explained and it was Samantha's turn to gulp hard this time, even though she liked the idea of being kinky, she had never tried it before. She trusted Dominic not to hurt her though so she was going to let him have his way and do what he wanted to her.

his eyes dragged over me, slow, hungry “—you’re checking a lot of very specific boxes.” Disappointment hit low—sharp, hot, almost predictable. Of course the walking wet dream wasn’t after anything more than sex. A casual arrangement. Just my luck. But hey, at least it meant my flirting hadn’t completely tanked. I forced a smirk, swallowing the sting. “Wow. Straight to the point with the kink proposal. Bold of you.” He shook his head. “Not a hookup. I’m looking for a sub.” My mouth opened. “Like… what kind? Praise or Fifty Shades?”

I can hear some more shuffling and then he was telling me, "Yes, mistress, I'm naked." Mistress? I sighed internally. You seriously wouldn't believe how many men were into the whole dominatrix kink. In the beginning, it was kind of fun but by now it was getting pretty old. Mentally awakening my inner dom, I relaxed further into the sofa and flipped through the magazine."Good boy," I cooed, finding a 20 sex tips for women article. Huh, how fitting. "Now, here's what I want you to do, and you better listen closely, pet."

Kinks: bdsm, female dom, male sub, powerplay, rough sex The office door clicks shut behind him, sealing us in my private therapy room. Dim lights cast shadows over the leather couch and the sturdy restraint bench in the corner. He's my patient, that eager 28-year-old with wide eyes and a body begging for control. I stand tall in my black leather corset and thigh-high boots, my curves hugged tight, feeling the power surge through me, expert in breaking men like him. He sits on the edge of the couch, fidgeting, his shirt already unbuttoned from our 'session talk' about his submission cravings.

I moaned loudly as I started riding him like the professional pornstar I am. My heavy tits bounced wildly in his face. Liam grabbed them roughly, squeezing the soft flesh and sucking hard on my sensitive nipples while I rode him faster and harder. The wet, loud slapping sounds of my thick ass hitting his thighs filled the entire bedroom. I leaned down and whispered filthily in his ear, “I want you to cum in every single hole tonight, baby. Use me like your personal cumdump. I want to feel full for days.”

The room filled with the symphony of their use: the wet slap of skin, the guttural male grunts, the choked, desperate sounds she made around the cock in her mouth. “You like being our communal fleshlight, don’t you?” Sam’s voice came from beside her ear, calm and darkly amused. His smooth hand stroked her sweat-slicked side. “You love knowing any one of these guys can pump a load into any hole they want. That you’re just a set of free-use holes now.”

"Take me, Kael. Make me follow you." I was beyond elated. My heart was screaming with a dark, twisted joy. This was the manhandling I’d craved; this was the "slut kink" Mark could never have understood. Kael stepped out of his clothes and began to walk toward the bed, giving the belt a sharp, firm tug. I didn't hesitate. I dropped my hands to the floor and crawled after him, my eyes locked on him, my soul finally finding the exact type of trouble it had been searching