Drow Femdom Novels & Stories

Julian was a Soft Dom, and Henri could be referred to as a Pleasure Dom. They were two sides of the same coin, and I still couldn’t choose between them. Instead, I found myself dangerously caught in the middle, where the lines between control, identity, and surrender blurred beyond recognition. One reckless decision led to another, and now I was no longer just the brat with forbidden desires. I was a wife, and a soon-to-be mother, discovering powers that both thrilled and terrified me. I doubt my father ever imagined I’d fall for Alphas instead of the rogue he had handpicked for me.

Celine’s POV “I’ll so fucking eat your pussy, sissy.” Darius slams my naked body to the bed and grabs me by the ankle. He drags me to the edge of the bed, the perfect place to devour me. “Ouuu…” I helplessly obey. My body takes every turn he gives, the way he flips me at will, and settles me wide open like a dirty whore. “Don't wanna know how long I’ve locked my evil thoughts in.” His tone is dark. Very dark.

The position left me completely vulnerable—bent over, bound, exposed. Elena Durcam ran her manicured fingers slowly down my exposed back, tracing my spine, then lower, until her touch brushed the curve of my ass. I shivered. “You will stay exactly like this,” she said softly, dangerously, “while I decide how to begin your training as my personal fuck toy.” She stepped closer, her leather-clad body brushing against me. Her lips hovered near my ear. “Tonight, I take everything I want. Including every secret you came here to steal.”

"So it's like you follow his orders?" Heidi bobbed her head from side to side. "Kind of," she said. "It's more of just conforming to what your Dom wants, doing things his or her way. At its core, it's really about someone having power over someone else. Dale was never very good at it. It mainly devolved into him ordering me onto my knees to... well... you know. Or he'd make me sit on the floor, or he'd come on my face when I was sleeping."

She’s so desperate to have me inside of her empty cunt. I’m good at this form of torture, creating short, sharp vaginal contractions that give no relief. I’m also good at persuading Angelique to take what I give her, despite her obvious discomfort. It’s in her nature to please me. A good Dom is able to seduce consent from his willing submissive. I’m a good Dom. In time, she’ll learn to love all my kink. Even my darkest fantasies. There’s only one person in charge when it comes to sex and that’s me. Smiling, I press my entire face against her, my lips, my teeth and tongue. This excruciating agony of her ecstasy is exactly what I want.

“A few sips will help you relax.” “A daddy dominant is someone who likes taking care of his sub when she slips into little space. He likes making the decisions for her like when she goes to bed and what type of chores she needs to do. What punishment she gets for disobeying him or being bad,” Michel explained. “Just like you get different types of Doms, you get different types of subs.” “I try to cater for all those types but some types are extremely rare in our small town.” David smiled at us. “I’m glad to have all of you here tonight and hopefully I can help Sin unlock a few of her kinks.”

she whispers. “Let me see, baby. I want to see how wet you are,” I say, my voice starting to take on a pleading tone with how aroused I am. I have to get myself under control. My mate likes it when I’m in control in the bedroom. I don’t want her to flounder while we’re having fun. That’s part of the job of the dom in the relationship. To make sure that their sub feels safe while in a scene. She pulls her hand out of her shorts and shows them to me. They glisten with her juices all the way down to her palm, with part of her palm being wet as well.

Bree wondered if she wore them regularly and whose idea had it been to do the piercing - hers or Drake's. Embellishment in place, he selected another box from the stage, removed whatever it contained and knelt in front of her again. Carefully he spread the lips of her cunt and licked the length of her slit. She shuddered in reaction to his touch but stayed silent, although she'd closed her eyes. Bree knew the woman prepared herself to fall into subspace, that state of mind where nothing existed except sensation and pain, the ultimate sexual stimulation and reaction. A place where a sub felt comfortable giving absolute control to a Dom or Domme.

He whimpered like a sad pup and looked at me with pleading eyes again, almost begging me to free him with his teary eyed gazes. I almost got swayed by his irresistibly cute looks but I was determined to overstimulate him today. I felt like playing with him today, so don’t blame me for being a she devil. I love seeing this side of him. Makes me want to dom the cute prisoner in my pink hoodie. He looks so damn cute ! I did not realize when I started panting breathlessly as I thrusted the dildo faster and deeper inside me but the delectable sight in pink in front of me and the thought of going into dom mode on my mate rendered me highly excited and greedy to dom my mate to the fullest extent.

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.