**(Originally written for roleplay)**
Tag: Female Submissive
A Domesticated Kitten – Part II [MF] [MDom] [Fsub] [BDSM] [Oral] [Anal Play] [Rough] [Tease & Denial]
*[A Domesticated Kitten – Part I [MF] [MDom] [Fsub] [BDSM] [Oral] [Rough] [Mild Petplay]](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/n1sm58/a_domesticated_kitten_part_i_mf_mdom_fsub_bdsm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) *
He looks at her, ass up in the air, exposed fully to him, and bound to the corner of the mattress.
“Would you like to feel the leather across your ass?” he asks as he slips his belt off.
“No, Sir. I’ve been good, haven’t I?” Kitten pleads.
“Yes, you have. No, I will not use the belt on you. But I do want to play.” he says, approaching her.
She feels his fingers caressing her ass, light strokes gliding along, causing goosebumps on her flesh. He is sliding his hands up her back, along her spine. Her head is resting on the bed, her back arched, and her ass displayed. Her nipples are erect from the sensations his fingers are creating and from the gentle touch they receive each time they lightly brush the sheets. He reaches around and flicks a nipple, lightly, gently, just enough to cause the wetness on her labia to increase with a burst of feeling. His hands return to her ass, and he slides his finger between her ass cheeks, brushing lightly against her entrance. Her pussy aches for his touch, but he ignores it, letting her nectar seep out, dripping down her thighs. He glides his finger around her asshole, slipping down to lubricate it regularly with her wetness, then back again. As the lube eases his access, he slowly applies more pressure, slipping into her. He slides out and repeats the process until his depth reaches his first knuckle. This steady, slow pattern increases her arousal, each cycle increasing the depth of his finger until it is fully inserted into her ass, sliding in and out. She is breathing heavily now, her soft moans matching his cadence.
Carmen (Part 1) [MDom] [fsub] [FDom] [Group] [FMF 30s-40s]
Even among all the activity in the room, her silent and confident prowl draws attention of almost everyone. Short and curvy, with olive skin and large, dark eyes that seem to shine with fire and amusement at her surroundings. Her body moving beneath her black silk dress seems to hypnotise the men and women around her.
She makes eye contact with several women as she moves through the crowd, making one or two blush as she smiles and licks her full, pink lips. She does nothing to hide her desire, walking with an absolute confidence that comes from having seduced most of the women in the club at one point or another.
I turn my attention from her back to V, my partner, who’s on her back on a dais in the middle of the floor, being spitroasted by two friends as the wife of one of them sits on her stomach and twists her nipples with malicious glee. V catches my eye and raises one finger, reassuring me that she’s having a wonderful time. If it gets to five fingers, that’s her signal that she needs it to stop, and I’m ready to step in immediately.
Busty Blonde Slut gets dominated by her roommate and her roommate’s boyfriend! [Femsub] [BDSM]
Katarina is a 23 year old busty blonde beauty that just graduated college, she was born in a small town in the north of the U.S. but moved away to New York to study college, now that she finished college she decided she is staying in New York.
After spending a few weeks looking for a place to live she found a really nice apartment, quite big and in a nice zone, Katarina’s family is wealthy so it is no problem for them affording the place, but it sure was a relief finding Sarah, a 26 year old woman who was interested in sharing this place with Katarina, as roommates.
As soon as they started living together they developed an amazing friendship, they became best friends and you could say nobody knew Katarina better than Sarah.
After a few embarrassing situations, Sarah discovered how kinky Katarina really is, she learnt about her submission and BDSM kinks and even got to see her toy collection.
Everything seemed perfect between them, until one day Sarah came early from work and found Katarina masturbating while looking at a photo of Sarah’s boyfriend, weirdly enough she wasn’t mad at all, and just allowed her to finish as she left with a lustful smile.
Katarina was really embarrassed and weirded out by this whole thing, but Sarah didn’t even bring it out for the next couple of months, until the night before of Katarina’s 24th birthday.
That night Katarina had gone out for dinner with her family who had came all the way from her hometown to see her, she grabbed dinner with them in a nice fancy place and then dropped them in their luxurious hotel before going home to Sarah.
It was late at night when Katarina arrived, and as soon as she opened the door she was surprised with Sarah sitting on the couch in their living room, wearing an unusual outfit, it almost seemed like….. a dominatrix outfit?? Sarah stared at Katarina in lust as she stood up and said “Did you think I had forgotten about our little incident?” As she took out the exact photo of her Boyfriend Katarina had masturbated with.
Before Katarina could even ask or say anything she felt a strong set of arms holding her own arms behind her back, she looked over her shoulder only to be surprised by Sarah’s boyfriend who was also wearing a sexy outfit, as she walked towards her holding a leather switch, Sarah said “Tonight you will pay for that” in the sexiest voice Katarina had ever heard.
Anyone else would have thought Sarah was a crazy jealous bitch taking revenge on her helpless best friend, but Katarina knew she was just her best friend, giving her the best birthday gift she could ever wish for, and judging by how wet Katarina’s panties already were, you could say it was working perfectly….
The Obedient Cumslut Bimbo Slave Girl: Man’s True Best Friend (cnc hypnosis, mdom/fsub 30s)
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Every Man needs a Cumslut Bimbo Slave. It’s honestly true that no man can resist the chance to fill a Bimbo with his cum, as Bimbos like me are made to take cum and service Men. Derek was certainly learning how much more he preferred a Bimbo Slut to his plain-jane fiancee, my best friend Sarah. Sarah was noticing how much more time we were spending together but I was too lost in my cock thoughts to come up with a good answer for her. In fact, I think I only heightened her suspicions more as just his name alone made me drool and groan a little, remembering the feeling of his cock hitting against my cervix, flooding it with cum.
Derek however smartly came up with the excuse that we were working on a project together. This wasn’t exactly untrue either as we were working on a project together; Master was helping me transform my body into a Beautiful Bimbo Body. We spent hours and hours stretching and filling my pussy and throat up with his sticky cum, amazing ourselves with my Bimbo Ability to always take more. My holes never seemed to be satiated, and with stupid slutty Sarah always hanging around (she and Derek lived together) we couldn’t meet up nearly as often as my Bimbo Body needed.
The Principal’s Wench [M40/F18] [nc] to [con] [Mdom/Fsub]
It was the summer before my Senior year of high school and to my surprise our ancient dowdy principal had been replaced by a handsome newcomer to our small town. Not only was he tall, but he had a ruggish handsomeness with a muscular ease to his movement. I’ve always had a thing for older men, but something about the confidence he exuded made me want him even more.
Our town has a small basketball league that many of the local men participate in, my stepfather included. It was here that I first met Mr. O’Connor and sized him up. You can tell a lot about a man by the way he plays basketball. Is he confident or shy? Does he know how to handle a ball, or is he a team player? Mr. O’Connor definitely knew his way around a court. I suspected by the bulge in his shorts, he could handle my plays just fine.
Executive Rivalry (Mdom, Fsub, MF, FF, office, catfight – 633 words)
**EXECUTIVE RIVALRY**
Story by All These Roadworks (2023).
*Jason helps his bitchy female junior executives settle their rivalry via a humiliating process.*
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Jessica and Tiana hated each other. They were both junior executives at the firm, in competing teams, and there was nothing they wanted more than to scratch each other’s eyes out.
Finally their manager, Jason, decided he had had enough of their bitchy catfighting after the two women had a screaming match outside his office.
“Listen up,” he said. “I should fire you both for this behaviour.”
They hung their heads in shame, awaiting his next words quietly.
“But,” he said, “you’re both talented, and I’d hate to lose you both. In fact, I’m expected to be getting promoted in two months’ time, and there’ll be an opening for one of you to take my job.”
They were clearly interested now. Jessica bit her lip cutely. Tiana’s eyes flashed with ambition.
Bonded. Part 2. [M/F] [M45/F28] [MDom/Fsub] [Slow Burn]
(*note: still a slow burn. slowest of simmers. i’m making a stew over here. and a it’s a short-ish chapter. enjoy!)*
A few days had gone by, and I was honestly starting to think that the man on the train had been a delirious daydream of mine after an exhausting day. And today was rounding up to be a similarly draining one, countless last minute requests that kept me on my desk far beyond the time I was being paid for. Unable to say no, and with a relentless need to always prove my worth, I wrapped everything up around 6 pm, a few hours later than my usual end of the workday.
Walking out of the office building into the twilight, it was nice to breathe in the air that was on the cusp of fall, chillier and less stifling than the usual humid swirl one had to endure. Thankfully, the wind wasn’t too rambunctious, but I still adjusted the flare of my dress, making sure I won’t accidentally flash anyone and walked over to the subway.
No Tell Motel [NonFiction] [MF] [BDSM] [MDom] [Fsub] [Oral] [Rope] [Flogging] [Fucking]
There was a time when Kitten and I were long-distance in our relationship. Living in different states was challenging, but nothing we couldn’t overcome with an occasional weekend together. We would meet in a state between us, a little more convenient location for her than I, but not a terrible inconvenience to me. I’d book a room at a decent hotel, affectionately known as “Our Fuckplace.”
One weekend I remember vividly because it was early in her submission to me. We were still at a stage where we were getting more familiar with one another. We had an idea of what got the other riled, but we needed to fully understand.
“Here. Lie face down on the ottoman,” I said as I tapped on the brown leather.
“Here? What are you gonna do?” She asked incredulously.
“Just do as I say. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, I do.” She replied as she lay on top of the ottoman.
Bonded. Part 1. [M/F] [M45/F28] [MDom/Fsub] [Slow Burn]
Sometimes existence felt like it was split into neat little quadrants on the clock. Everything I did in a day could fit there, a predictable pattern of all things known in my little world. Gym, commute, work, commute, home, maybe a night out with friends, but most likely a half finished poem by the bedside and then sleep. I’m not saying I regretted the way my day could be mapped with a blindfold on, I’m just saying these waters had been undisturbed for too long.
The restlessness could be tasted off of the air around me, if someone was to pay attention that is. And most didn’t.
Until that one day.
It was a full train, bursting almost, everyone shoving each other to create room for their elbows and bags. I had been pushed by the incoming swarm of busy bodies, all the way to the middle of the train, near the seated folks clutching tightly to their seats. Another shove, and a bump of the train itself, and I stumbled a little against a knee and quickly mumbled a practiced, instinctual “Sorry!” without really looking at the person to whom the denim clad knee belonged.Silence.
*Odd*.