Femboy Dom の小説・ストーリー

Truth be told, I always got hard upon the mere sight of her. Jasper was lovely; I’d watched her once and twice occasionally I’d seen, and heard them. Making out, but more than that she always had a thrill to be held down, used and bred to be dominated. Bondage. She needed control, power. Not just a romp on the sheets and some few hours’ sex. I palmed my cock again, squeezing the shaft, picturing this — why I’d be better than any man she’s had. I loved being a dom. She should learn too how to be submissive and enjoy every bit of his impoverished body, with pain and pleasure.

Trigger Warnings: Female Dominance (Femdom), cuckolding, financial domination (findom), breath play, spanking, edging, and explicit language. Vesper The air in my private dungeon was thick with the scent of expensive sandalwood and the metallic tang of ozone from the nearby shock collars. I sat on my velvet throne, my legs crossed, the heel of my Louboutin pressing firmly into the center of Toby's chest. Toby-my dedicated little pay pig-was exactly where he belonged: on his knees, shivering with a mixture of terror and agonizing arousal.

Not tonight. The second DOM, a man with a scar running down the side of his face, had his submissive bent over the arm of a leather sofa. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. He ran his hand over her ass, caressing it almost tenderly before raising his arm and bringing his hand down in a sharp smack that echoed through the room. The submissive gasped, but her sound of pain was quickly drowned out by the DOM’s low, approving growl. He spread her legs wider, positioning himself behind her as he roughly entered her, thrusting with a primal intensity that made her cry out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa for support.

She flinches— very slightly— every time the Dom hits his sub between the legs. “Do people enjoy this?” “They apparently do…” “Do you enjoy this?” She asks me with mixed emotions in her eyes. I hope it’s not fear. “Only if someone is pleased to take the beating… Nothing is sexier than consent, Sophie,” I say and trace her arm with a finger. She sucks in a breath. My cock is hard as steel. Loud moaning comes out of the playroom and our heads turn. Dom’s cock is out, and he is slamming into her cunt relentlessly.

“It was a fetish club then. Nobody actually beat you?” “Oh, I had a guy who liked to spank and I worked with him a few times but I didn’t like it so I stuck with the weird fetish guys. Dimi did the books. Darya is the dominatrix of us all. She could flog a man within an inch of his life and still make him orgasm.” “You know, when you told me BDSM club, I thought you were fucking with me but you meant it!” “I absolutely meant it.” She snickered as he growled at her. “What?”

I asked with worry evident in my tone, I watched him take a slow intake, “I...I’m into BDSM,” he said, making me blink in confusion, I didn’t know what to say or react, he noticed my confusion, “I’m a dominant, Clarissa!” he said, when my mind screamed what the word meant, it made me realize what he was… my eyes widened in shock, Oh my god! Author’s note:- Hello guys, please let me know your thought’s in the comments section do like the book and follow me. Love you all, Thank you,

She felt her juice running down her leg again and her mouth flew open. “What do you want Bella?” he growled into her ears again, the sound of his husky dominant voice pushed her a little to the edge and she wanted to find her release, so she rubbed her clit faster. Just as she neared the edge, he pulled out of her and stilled the movement of her finger.

"And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?" Chad rounded the table in two long strides, pulling her to her feet and crushing her against his chest. "You'll just have to wait and see," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "But I promise you one thing - by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll forget all about Karen and every other demon plaguing your mind. I'll fill you up with so much pleasure and adoration that you'll be drunk on it for days." Cassandra shivered, desire and anticipation thrumming through her veins like wildfire. "Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, tilting her head back in blatant invitation.

“I want this. I'm just nervous he'll change his mind about me after he gets what he wants.” “Oh sweet girl, sex is not Tristan getting what he wants, it's just the beginning. What he wants is far greater and longer-lasting than tonight,” Dom tells me. “What happens tonight binds you to the pack, and to the person initiating you. Will and I are still close, bonded by fate. It’s likely we'll find a female third and live as a throuple after college,” Fleming says. “I can’t imagine any other life.” “Are you ready, Billie?” Dom asks. He's holding a coil of red cord.

But my vision is crystal clear, sharp enough to catalog every detail of her humiliation, every flush of shame that painted her skin. This was exactly what I had intended. Not the sexual display itself—that had been an improvisation, a cruel test designed to break her spirit completely. What I had wanted was submission. Complete, unquestioning surrender to my will. I wanted Isabella Cohen to understand that in the Romano family, she had no voice, no power, no choice but absolute obedience. Even in matters of intimacy, especially in matters of intimacy, she would learn to serve. The irony wasn't lost on me. Here she was, believing she was degrading herself for a man who couldn't even see her s