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Teasing me until I’m clawing at the air. When he finally sinks into me, filling me, stretching me, his mouth suckling at a nipple through my silk blouse, causing my core to burst into flame and my pussy to clench in need, it feels like being home. Dominik groans, a guttural sound of possession. He leans forward, bracing his hands on the glass table on either side of my head. "You like this?" he grinds out, thrusting rhythmically. "You like destroying them?" "Yes," I sob, the pleasure building instantly. "Yes."

How can I make her understand what is going on? Luckily or better to say to my surprise her friend steps in. " Honey it's BSDM, it's a play of dominance and submission. And yes there are extremes that hurt like a bitch, but the most times it's a hot prickling sensation that makes you wet and fucking horny! It's not as bad as it seems, trust me and besides the sex is better and more exiting that way" she explains with a wink. " You knew what this club is?" I ask Nancy.

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

I don't know what it was about her, but the way she spoke, the dominance and confidence behind it intrigued me. SubMan40: That works for me, Mistress. What are you into? As I watched the three dots at the bottom of the screen show that she was typing, my hand went to my hard cock and slowly stroked it. YoungDomme: I like total, sexual control. For example, you are not allowed to touch your cock unless I say so, my submissive. Fuck. I actually gasped and then let go of my cock. Then she sent another message. YoungDomme: Other things I am into is degrading, humiliation, orgasm control, breeding fetish and anal play. That's just to name a few.

Her eyes grew to the size of saucers, her cheeks turned red but I continued. “—You seem to like those dirty words too.” She set her chocolate drink down, glaring. “You're so annoying. And this conversation was about you NOT me.” “It's just a kink of mine.” She perked up. “So like BDSM?” “Not exactly. Kinda hard to explain that I like to be dominant and spank my partner but not really into BDSM.” Her brows knitted. “That's confusing.”