Fem Dom Novels & Stories

All he had on was a pair of leather shorts and an iron collar. 'Okay, iron collar means submissive,' she thought. 'Check.' There was an iron collar on the green-eyed redheaded female wearing a robe that Elvira Mistress of the Dark would have considered risqué. She also had those damn freckles that could drive men mad for no apparent reason, and her lips were full and inviting. Behind those iron-ring clad folk that were kneeling were two men and a woman, and these had to be the doms (or dommes, if you prefer). One was dressed in black cowboy boots, leather pants, and an ankle-length duster.

I only but nod at them with a smile on my face, "Yes. She can't be that bad?" "Well," Dom starts, "She is not my type for seconds." "How do you know what your type is if you never had it before?" "Why this crazy idea?" he only but frowns at me and Dom adds, "You still hung up on that pussy that got away?" "She did not get away. She is just not so easy as these other whores we fuck." Dom bursts out laughing at me, "Are you calling her friend a whore now." "You know what I mean."

Eve I’m still shaking, but the fury has gone ice cold. Dominik’s touch earlier wasn’t about pleasure. It was a vicious reminder that no matter how many shell companies I uncover, my body is the ultimate jurisdiction. I stare at the data until the numbers start singing a hateful little song. He thinks he can use a cheap parlor trick to keep me contained. He thinks I’ll tire out and crawl to him for the sweet release of a good orgasm. Not a chance in hell.

Wishing there hadn't been a barrier of denim and he'd been able to plunge them directly into her soaked pussy. Oh, yeah. She intrigued him more than any woman he'd met in a long time. And he'd certainly had a string of them. He'd been a dedicated Dom for years. He liked being in complete control of every aspect of his life. Calling all the shots, and he always his women from those he met at munches or through other Doms, for that reason. Whether they were submissive for an hour, an evening or completely in the life, they fulfilled that need he had for control.

“Great, so where do we begin?” There are only two others in the class, another Dom and a Domme. I’ve only seen two females come through here, training to be a Domme, so it’s interesting to watch when they train both female and male subs. I think they are a bit crueler than a Dom, but also more caring, if that makes sense at all. The one in this class goes by the name Mistress Skye, but she is also a Mommy Domme, meaning that she likes her submissive to act like a little kid, called a Little. That’s not for me at all. Ella can call me Daddy all she wants, but I want my sub to act like her real age. To each their own, I guess.

I swallowed hard, "I see. It seems that he frequents this dungeon often?" "He rarely visits in person, but most of the submissives who work here have played with him before. They say he is the most respectful, skillful, and caring Dom here." One of them smiled. It was obvious that he thought I should feel lucky to serve such a man. "It sounds like today is my lucky day! I don't even know how I got here, let alone being selected by such a great master…" I murmured, but enough for him to hear, playing a game to see if one of them would divulge how I had ended up here tonight.

I ask trying to be brave, I don't want to be locked in, not again. "You're dad biological daughter, we're all a family, his last words were to protect you. We won't be able to see you with just some random dom." Adam starts, there's no blood relation for sure, I'm only half a breed or that's what Rocco called me that day. "We want you to take one of us as your dom. I'm a daddy dom, Adam is a master, and Mouse is a dominant. No matter your classification, we'll be able to help you knowing you'll be safe" Rocco says.

I said, a small smile tugging on my lips. “I need a room in your club on Saturday.” The words left my lips, causing a sharp intake of breath to rattle into the speaker, “No way. You…” “Uh-huh,” I said, answering her unsaid question, “No wonder why Felicia has been losing her shIt. You finally found a Sub. After years of being out of the game.” I could hear shock, and excitement ringing in her laughter. Francesca was Dom, and we met in my early 20’s at the BDSM club. Two masters, together and fuckin’ subs to oblivion, we instantly clicked.

' I asked curiously. He took the book from me and explained. 'The Dom or the Dominant is the person whether male/female, who takes control and gives commands in a BDSM relationship or scene. In our relationship, I am the Dom and people like me are typically the ones who initiate and guide the activities, setting boundaries and ensuring the submissive's safety and consent.

Anticipation of what exactly, pleasing him? "Slave, milk him, give him a treat." Dominique said. She watched Robert's face change and Dominique saw a pleased little impish smile on Jeannette's face. She was enjoying this; she was getting as much pleasure as Robert was. Dominique was struck by an impression; Jeannette was striving to be a perfect fuck, the sexual partner that Robert would remember forever.