Fem Dom Novels & Stories

But someone was handsome as him wouldn’t ask me on a date, I wasn’t a knock out or anything but I knew I could turn a few heads with my long legs and curvy waist. No, I needed to stop thinking like this. He probably just wanted to talk about the company he would be absorbing soon and just needed someone to bounce ideas off of. That had to be it. I needed a dom that was outside of work, although inside of work could be good too. All of the places he could take me filtered through my mind and I bit my lower lip imagining as he took me over his knee. “Count for me.” He would say in the voice.

On the examination, on the bed was a naked woman. Her legs were opened wide and restrained. Each leg was on a vertical pole with the lower part of her legs resting on them while her ankles were bounded, making her look as if she was in a squatting position but only on her back. Her eyes were covered by a red eye mask while her hands were tied on top of her head to two other restraints. In front of her, the Dom sat on a small chair with wheels so he could move around easily. His head was in between her legs as his mouth was licking and sucking on her. His hand was on her breast kneeing it while the other was busy going in and out of her in rapid motions. You could see her moaning but could he

she replies, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Besides, innocent? Please! We just had sex!” She pauses for a moment and leans closer, adding with a playful purr, “And I don’t think that qualifies as being innocent, do you?” I chuckle softly, both at her sass and her confidence. “Well, baby girl, I wouldn’t exactly label what we did as bad. Seriously, with that mouth of yours, you might just need a good spanking to remind you what’s appropriate.” I tease, unable to hide the grin forming on my face. “But I want you to understand something about me I’m what some people call a Dom, and certain things you do or say really bring that side of me out. Do you have any idea what that entails?”

I learn where Dominic puts things, which is always logical and sometimes not where I would put them, and we have two conversations about this that are both brief and both resolved by the practical standard of whoever uses it most often decides its location. He uses the coffee equipment more. I use the herb window more. The herbs moved from Wicker Park and are thriving, which I take as a good sign. Callum comes for dinner on the second Sunday. He brings Fen, the woman he mentioned, who knows nothing about pack politics and has apparently decided this is not a problem. She is warm and direct and has a specific way of asking questions that suggests she finds most things genuinely interesting ra

I can’t even recognize the female voice screaming, “Fuckkk! You are so good! Stop! Aarrrgghhh!” But his tongue and lips were relentless as he sucked and licked my cunt, his fingers scissoring in and out of my wetness. He hummed against my clit and I came with a shout. Stars blotting my vision. “Oh, Dom…Oh…” I moaned as he kept sucking and working his fingers in and out of me. I couldn’t get away no matter how hard I tried so I lost count of my orgasms till I blacked out. I don’t know if it was hours or minutes or seconds later, but my eyes cracked open and I looked around the room, Dom was nowhere to be found but his clothes and mine still strewn about the room made me know he was still arou

I saw the delivery box, opened it and checked the model they sent me, damn she looks pretty. I got her hooked up to my pc right away and downloaded the software I already had ready for her, a mommy dom, I found it under the colum of kinky partners. I went with the most gentle one I could find, she's a mix of a dominant girlfriend, some of the nanny program, and some kinky features that I don't really mind. Her program is very similar to Damien, but she's meant to be gentler, I also had a saying in how she's gonna punish me, not that I was very happy about it.

Shemika “Next, orgasm control!” Dom muttered as he went for the sex tools on the ground and began to fumble for only God knows what. He grabbed a vibrator and stepped closer to me on the bed. I took a deep breath as I smiled at the vibrator while being brought closer to me. He squatted down just next to me on the bed, “You can say Red if you want me to stop, and…” Dom wasn't done talking when I cut him off mid-sentence.

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” “You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” “Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?” “He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged. “What's a DOM?” “A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

Naomi’s POV Dom flips me over the edge of the table so fast the room tilts. My feet hit the floor, my chest slams against the felt, and his hand cracks across my ass before I even register the position change. “Look at this wrecked little pussy,” he says, spreading me open with both hands. I can feel what he sees — cum dripping from me in thick, slow trickles, my folds swollen and slick, my thighs trembling and sticky. “Three loads leaking out of her, and she’s still clenching for more. You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you, baby girl?”