This delicious audio erotica is written and read by The Gentle Domme. 

The young men stood in front of her expectantly, shifting their weight between their legs. They’d been standing for a good hour before she arrived. No words. Hands at their sides. Naked except for underwear that was largely insignificant. The lighting was dim. They didn’t know it, but she’d been observing them the entire time from a panel in a side door, taking her time, watching them as they didn’t know they were being watched, taking in their small movements, their stamina, idiosyncrasies. The way one scratched idly at his ankle with a toe. The way one yawned and then quickly tried to hide it, stretching his neck.

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This post talks about fucking-like-it’s-fighting, so if you’re not into BDSM/role play/violence it might not be your thing, please don’t read on. I hope those of you who do like this sort of thing will understand why it was so fun for me to write. 

I wanna fucking fight you. Want to spit in your mouth and bite and scratch and kick. I want to pummel your chest with my fists while you hold me down. Call you names so hurtful that you wonder if this is still play. I want to be an evil little brat.

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This glorious faceslapping femdom piece is written and read by The Gentle Domme. 

I’m kissing you. Maybe mauling is the better choice of words, since I kiss like bites, sometimes having to hold myself back from nibbling too hard on your pretty pink lips in the excitement of desiring more.

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This delicious audio about how it feels when you submit is written and read by The Gentle Domme. 

That’s right, pet. Down on your knees for me now, the weight of your body bearing down on hard wood. Supplication. Dedication. Instruction. We both know it’s where you belong. Don’t we? You down there, staring up at me with those wide-eyed puppy dog eyes just begging to serve.

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This is the second part of a gorgeous domestic dominance story, written and read by Ferns. It originally appeared on her website Domme Chronicles. You can read or listen to part 1 of ‘Coming home’ here. 

I finally took my foot from your mouth, stood up, hiked up my skirt and straddled you, whumping down onto your chest so your breath left your body in a huff, my bare arse in my g-string against your chest. You drew gasping breaths as I pulled your arms down, and trapped them against your body with my knees and legs on either side of you. I shimmied up towards your face and pulled your head up by your hair so that you was facing my crotch.

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