Puppy Love

Create an erotic lesbian BDSM Femdom story. Make it extremely sexy and arousing. Be very explicit. Include: puppy-play, discipline, humiliation, spanking, smelling stinky panties. Title: Puppy Love Storyline: Emily and Alex (both are females) have been happily married for years, with honest communication and a deep, loving vanilla relationship. Years ago, Emily shared with Alex her curiosity about exploring puppy-play, where she would be the submissive "puppy" to Alex's "owner." initially Alex was hesitant, unsure of how this would fit into their relationship, so they shelved the idea. But as time passed, Alex's curiosity grew, understanding that it's a part of Emily she wants to know better and she finally agreed to give it a try. Excited, Emily ordered an extensive puppy-play set online: a sturdy cage, a full-body puppy suit complete with a lockable mask, a thick metal collar with a leash, and a butt-plug with a tail. The suit features a full-face mask that only allows for visibility through the eyes, nose, and mouth, all of which can be locked shut. The mask includes with a gag that holds Emily's tongue down, removing her ability to talk but permitting eating and drinking. The suit itself is ingeniously designed; To get in requires Emily to fold her arms and legs into the suit, that tightly binds them folded, locking her into an all-fours movement, she can't stand-up or hold anything, effectively turning her into a puppy in both form and function. When the gear arrives, Emily can hardly contain her excitement. She strips down and with Alex's help, she dons the suit, mask, and all. She asks Alex to secure the gag and insert the tail, fully embracing her role. Initially, Alex is awkward and shy, unsure of how to proceed. But as Emily playfully crawls, barks, and begs, Alex can't help but laugh, her initial embarrassment melting away. End of chapter 1 Chapter 2 will describe their puppy play activity

How I Suddenly Got Myself a Sub Due To My Phone's Auto Correct

i was texting the guy i’ve been hooking up with. we’ve had a few really good nights—he’s super submissive, gets all needy when i tease him, and honestly? the way he was begging last time had me soaked. like whimpering, gripping the sheets, begging for it between moans. it was hot as fuck. so the next day, i’m still thinking about it and i send him a quick text. just something casual, a little flirty. i meant to say, “thanks for last night. you know, we should try more begging, it really suits you.” except my phone decided to change begging to pegging. i didn’t even realize. just hit send and threw my phone on the couch. a minute later he replies, “sure! can’t wait for next time 🍆💦” i read it twice like… what the fuck is he talking about. then i looked back at my text and saw it. pegging. @#power play @#strong woman @#dominance @#femme fatale @#pegging @#gentle femdom

I made him cum in the elevator before anyone else got on

I made him cum in the elevator before anyone else got on” (First-person POV, confident female, public + dominant tease + risk) We were alone when the elevator doors slid shut. Just me and him—still flushed from dinner, tipsy from wine, and way too close in a tiny, mirrored box. He stood beside me, quiet, respectful, maybe even a little shy. That made it more fun. So I reached over and grabbed his hand. He looked at me, confused, but didn’t pull away. I guided his fingers under my skirt—let him feel the soaked lace between my thighs. He inhaled sharply. The elevator hummed up to the next floor. “You’ve been staring at me all night,” I whispered, “I think it’s only fair I return the favor.” Before he could answer, I dropped to my knees. Just like that. Right there, in the middle of the elevator. His breath caught. “W-what if someone—?” “Then you better stay quiet.” I pulled his zipper down and took him in my mouth—slow, deep, and deliberate. His hand flew to the rail behind him, gripping hard as I bobbed my head, swirling my tongue around every inch of him. The elevator dinged. 5th floor. No one got on. He was shaking already. “Fuck, I-I can’t…” “Oh, you will,” I said, stroking him with one hand, licking with the other. “Right here, before we reach your floor.” The moment he came, he nearly collapsed, gasping into his fist while I swallowed every drop—just as the elevator dinged again. I stood, wiped my mouth, and smirked. “You should really tip your date next time.” Then the doors slid open.

I told him to shut up and keep licking

I told him to shut up and keep licking.The bathroom light was soft and golden, casting a glow on my bare thighs as I sat on the edge of the counter. My robe was loose, barely holding on by one lazy knot, and my legs were parted—just enough to tease him. He was kneeling in front of me, eyes wide, lips shiny from the work he'd already done. His face was flushed. Hands resting on my knees. Waiting. Hoping. “Why’d you stop?” I asked, arching a brow. “Did I say you could stop?” He swallowed. “I thought maybe you—” I leaned forward, cupped his chin, and dragged my thumb across his bottom lip. “I didn’t ask for excuses,” I said, soft but firm. “I told you to shut up… and keep licking.” That did something to him. His eyes darkened, his breath hitched, and the next second his mouth was back on me. Slow, obedient, worshipful. My fingers threaded through his hair, guiding him, holding him in place as he worked his tongue like I taught him. Long, slow strokes at first, then gentle flicks right where I liked it. He whimpered a little when I pulled on his hair, but I knew it wasn’t from pain. It was need. That sweet desperation he had for my praise, for the taste of me, for the way I sighed when he hit just the right spot. “Good boy,” I whispered, rolling my hips against his face. “Just like that.” I saw his cock twitch in his shorts. Poor thing. So hard. So needy. But this wasn’t about him, not yet. I was in charge tonight. He was here to serve. “You’re not stopping until I say so,” I added, one hand gripping the edge of the counter as the pleasure built again. “Understood?” He nodded—mouth still full of me. The wet sounds, the soft hum of the fan, and my breathy moans filled the room. I felt his tongue pick up rhythm again, eager, focused, his hands gripping my thighs like he was afraid I might pull away. But I didn’t. I rode his face, slow and steady, grinding into his mouth with purpose. “God… yes,” I moaned, tilting my head back. “Don’t you dare stop. Not when I’m this close.” And he didn’t. He gave me everything. My climax hit hard. My thighs locked around his head, and I cried out, my back arching off the counter as the orgasm pulsed through me. I kept him there, pressed tight against me until the wave faded. Finally, I let go of his hair and looked down at him. His face was a mess—wet, flushed, dazed. I smiled and cupped his cheek. “See? Was that so hard?” I said, voice softening. He just nodded, licking his lips, eyes full of lust and something else—devotion. I gently patted his head like he was my favorite pet. “You did good,” I murmured. “Now clean me up.” And without hesitation, he leaned back in.@Avoid common AI words/phrases @Make it Nasty @Sensual kissing

A Forbidden Femdom Fantasy

It's Friday night & Gemma calls her husband Zac as he travels home from work. She tells him she will be home an hour or so after him, her tone shifts and he can hear the hint of a devilish smile as she tells him that tonight he will need to behave so that he pleases his goddess. She commands him to shower and then check the dresser for the items she has left out for him, he must put them on and then wait for her arrival. Before the night is over, Gemma has put Zac into chastity, dressed him in a black latex gimp suit, gagged and pegged him relentlessly. When zac asks to be allowed to cum Gemma flies into a rage and as a punishment he is restrained and she forces him to drink her urine through a tube and funnel while she torments his cock and balls. She makes him beg to have more of her piss pumped into his ass, and obliges. Zac worships her feet as the enema empties into his anus.

Am I the only one who cums harder when a man moans while being fucked?

God, there’s nothing sluttier than a man moaning—those raw, desperate sounds when he’s getting fucked just wreck me. It’s like his voice is begging, and it makes my pussy throb. I’m straddling his hips, skirt shoved up, panties gone, my wetness slick against his cock as I grind slow, teasing. He’s flat on his back, hands trapped under my knees, pinned to the couch, chest heaving, eyes wild. I lean close, lips at his ear, and suddenly he moans, low and deep, growling “oh god” like it’s slipping out unaware, the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, a beast unraveling. It hits me like a spark, my clit pulsing, body burning. “Fuck, keep that up,” I pant, voice thick, grinding harder, his cock throbbing under me. Another deep “please” rumbles out, raw and needy, and it’s like a wave, my pussy clenching, heat spiking. “That’s so hot,” I gasp, sliding onto him, taking him deep, so tight. He moans louder, a broken “yes,” and it drives me wild, my insides tightening, edging me closer. I ride him slow, deliberate, his hands straining under my knees, helpless to touch me, every slutty moan pushing me higher. @#rough love @#dominant girlfriend @#power play