Dominatrix Quotes

“The more devoted a woman shows herself, the sooner the man sobers down and becomes domineering. The more cruelly she treats him and the more faithless she is, the worse she uses him, the more wantonly she plays with him, the less pity she shows him, by so much the more will she increase his desire, be loved, worshipped by him.”
― Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus In Furs

“We kissed for two hours. Eventually, I led him into my bedroom and pulled off both of our shirts. He stopped me.
"This might sound weird; it's not typical guy response." I froze, suddenly awkward. "I mean, if I didn't feel the way I do with you I would be all for it, but I kind of think maybe it would be good to wait. I've rushed into sex, and had it be a mistake." He shrugged apologetically. "I mean, if it's safe to assume you are experiencing the same date that I am, then I think we will have time."
I was a little flabbergasted and more than a little embarrassed. How could I explain that the idea sounded like a huge relief to me, that I didn't quite understand where the impulse to start taking my clothes off came from? I had had the same experience. I rarely enjoyed first-time sex with partners, largely because I usually did it before I really knew or trusted them. Here was where the difference between what I knew and did remained wide. The shame I felt wash over me was tinged with that hatred of my own innocence. Was I still so green? So unconfident? Had I gone straight out of the extremity of sex work to the innocence of my adolescence? Where was my self-knowledge? Still, I was relieved.
"Of course. I agree totally." I clutched my T-shirt to my chest and smiled at him. "And yes, I am on the same date you are on."
"I thought so," he said. "I mean, I don't think you can feel like this when it's not reciprocal."
He left at 2:00 A.M. and called me at 11:00 the next morning to schedule our second date.”
― Melissa Febos, Whip Smart: A Memoir

“Man is the one who desires, woman the one who is desired. This is woman's entire but decisive advantage. Through his passion nature has given man into woman's hands, and the woman who does not know how to make him her subject, her slave, her toy, and how to betray him with a smile in the end is not wise.”
― Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs

“Ethan, this is my favorite moment, before all of my other favorite moments are created with a new client. You are my work of art, mine to possess, sculpt, mend, bend, and make beg for mercy. You will adore worshiping, pleasing and serving me.” ~ Mistress”
― Ruby Madden, Under Mistress Cherry's Control #1

“You mean you are now my slave without illusions, and for that reason you shall feel the weight of my foot without mercy.”
― Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs

“You can't play games with the girl who made the rules.”
― Chicha Bans

“There are times to act the master, there are times to act the slave - let your partner decide what they want, and act accordingly.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Woman Over World: The Novel

“I wondered if it was actually true or if he was simply obeying my commands to confess, but then I realized that I’m the only one who lies in this relationship.”
― Mackenzie Snow, Dungeon Crawlers #1: Origins

“N’avez-vous pas dû en conclure que, née pour venger mon sexe & maîtriser le vôtre, j’avais su me créer des moyens inconnus jusqu’à moi?”
― Pierre Choderlos de Laclos, Les Liaisons dangereuses

“...'I cannot deny,' I said, 'that nothing will attract a man more than the picture of a beautiful, passionate, cruel, and despotic woman who wantonly changes her favorites without scruple in accordance with her whim—'...”
― Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus In Furs

“Bryson bucked under her, not in pain but from pleasure. The painting of the angel and demon entered her mind. The angel’s robes billowing like a river caught in an unexpected storm, twisting with the invisible currents. The demon was so close to wrapping its arms around the angel. Its murky outline cursed to—forever—be reaching. An infinity of failures, a lifetime of coming up short. Adria stood tall, feeling the power beneath her. The wind hit her face as the two of them fell together. He wasn’t a demon, and she was no angel—but they were two broken people, falling together. Doubling over, the orgasm continued building. Tightening within her until it rocketed into her. Through her. Pressing into all sides. Her entire body cried out. Bryson moaned into the room, and the two of them settled into perfect stillness, except for the sound of their breathing.

This part of the book i found to be incredibly hot, panties wet, needed to change after that scene. I didn't think I would like it as much as I did but ”
― MZ Rylan, Bound by Her

“You can't play games with the girl who made he rules.”
― Chicha Bans

“He could feel himself hardening. It was her certainty. Her calm acceptance that she was interested in such things.
In sex.
His cock jerked.
He licked his lips. "And then?"
"That depends." She smiled a secret smile. One that had been used by women ever since mankind had set foot on earth. "If I had a lover, I would tell him what I wanted."
"Just like that?" he asked, his voice lowered.
She nodded. "Just like that."
"What if he didn't want what you want?"
"Then he could say so, couldn't he?" She shrugged. "I suppose we wouldn't match. Wouldn't be compatible. In which case, I should have to find a man who was aroused by my needs."
Her gaze dropped from his face, trailing slowly over his chest and belly to pause at the falls to his breeches.
Where his cock strained to be released.
She stared, and he'd never felt anything so erotic. Just her, frankly observing him. She must be able to see the outline of his erection even as it pulsed with new blood. His libido laid bare to her for as long she pleased.
Every muscle in his body tensed, restrained, unable to move unless she said so.
She sighed softly. "I'd search for a man who yearned for me and what I want. Who craved my touch. A man who put my pleasure above his own." Her gaze rose until she met his eyes. "Perhaps a man like you.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, No Ordinary Duchess

“She'd never spoken so boldly in her life.
Elspeth felt liquid warmth between her thighs as she watched Julian. It made her want to squirm. To press against herself.
He was like a statue, a grave, beautiful Apollo, a god of music and poetry, who also held his sybil at Delphi jealously to his heart.
Or so the myths said.
But what if it was the other way around? What if the sybil, a mere mortal, drew the helpless god's powers to her and made him writhe in ecstasy as she proclaimed the future?
Would that Apollo look like this just before he submitted to his oracle? Poised. Still. But almost quivering with strain?”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, No Ordinary Duchess

“He stalked to her, standing a full head or more taller than she. He was powerful, looming, looking barely restrained. But he was keeping himself in check. As if he were a high-tempered stallion, able to crush her, but bowing before her hands on his reins.
The thought made her feel liquid.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, No Ordinary Duchess

“The transition from being hurt to hurting was natural. Even though I didn’t really know why he’d started crying – it felt like something I did. It felt like being a great big black widow and realizing that all the male spiders were tiny and weak and covered in soft vulnerable bits, whereas I had this hard, shiny thorax and great big teeth.”
― Eliza Clark