Fem Dom Novels & Stories

But my vision is crystal clear, sharp enough to catalog every detail of her humiliation, every flush of shame that painted her skin. This was exactly what I had intended. Not the sexual display itself—that had been an improvisation, a cruel test designed to break her spirit completely. What I had wanted was submission. Complete, unquestioning surrender to my will. I wanted Isabella Cohen to understand that in the Romano family, she had no voice, no power, no choice but absolute obedience. Even in matters of intimacy, especially in matters of intimacy, she would learn to serve. The irony wasn't lost on me. Here she was, believing she was degrading herself for a man who couldn't even see her s

“So I guess I will look into toys because the only emotions I seem to feel are horny and sad. Never happy, not for long, and then frustrated when I can't get rid of either one of those emotions.” “I feel you,” Renata sighs. “Sex is my biggest craving right now, I want Dom every single time I see him.” she grins proudly, her smile disregarding the complaint in her tone. “I had to pull him out of work the other day, they say it's not supposed to be this bad this early and I hear it only gets worse from here but they don't know shit about it.” she clicks her tongue.

Did she? Lisa had been toying with the idea of finding an experienced Dom for a while now but she always chickened out. Having Mason living next door had made the desire even stronger and she had finally stumbled into this chat room just to slake her curiosity about the BDSM lifestyle. She didn’t think she would ever like some of the more hardcore things, but to find someone who knew how to dominate her, who would know how to take care of her and make her feel safe, that was what she sought. And DomMPF made her feel safe, which was a really idiotic thing to feel with an anonymous person who you knew nothing about.

A Dom was tying up his sub to an x like cross causing the sub to be spread eagle. She was a petite little thing so, at first, her feet barely touched the floor. I noticed her Master redid the restrains until she was flat-footed. He pulled them tight, and I noticed how her breathing picked up when she tried to move and couldn't.

“I am a dom, Ms. Cane I go by many names: top, dominator, master, when mixing d/s- that is domination and submission. With master/slave relations I prefer to be called ‘Sir’ by my subs. My job as a dom is to ensure my sub is pleased… at my leisure and preference, of course. I use my little room, the room you invaded, to my advantage. It comes equipped with toys of all sorts that I like to play with. My sub, a willing woman, is the best toy of all inside those walls.” By now my fingertip was playing with the zipper on her grey, seamed, cotton pants. I undid the button and proceeded to rub her pussy through her lace panties. Impressive. I like a woman who knows how to wrap it up and present it

Carlos realized a group of women were staring closely at Dominik. “Dam, bro! Looking like that, you're a total specimen for the ladies.” Blond like the sun, with light blue eyes, arms that rubbed the inside of the sleeves of the white shirt he was wearing, muscular thighs that showed through the black slacks he had on and almost 2 meters in height that helped little to none at blending in crowds. Dom turned around and noticed the women, too. “Either that, or they recognized me.” “But, of course. Middle eastern women, Big fans of soccer.”

Money, dominance and women ruled these men, and that is where 30% of my money came from. Stepping into Fang, the scent of sex and pheromones hit me like brick and caused me to nearly gag. After spending an afternoon with Caterina and her deliciously pure fragrance, these ones assaulting my nose felt criminal. I spot the tall and bulky frame of my Enforcer, Dominik, as soon as I step inside. “Boss,” came his voice through the crowd. He was an MMA fighter of old with long white hair and silver eyes which made him look as he should: Terrifying. I nod, and he follows me to the back of the club to where my office lay.

Her legs began to press against the sides of my head and her gasping and moaning increased. “You two are so beautiful,” moaned Domina, meaning us. Dominus huffed and puffed as he drove his cock in and out of her flower and suddenly he stopped, and with a deep growl emptied himself inside her. “Quickly, Adeline, come and help me,” said Domina when Dominus had moved away.

I’m not into men like that and I think having a male’s voice while I’m trying to get off telling me what to do will be more than a little confusing. Either way, my research showed that there are a lot of things that a domme can do for me. Teach me some of the things that I might like. Teach me a variety of ways to get off. And just give me some one to talk to about what I want in my own sexual experiences.

I was so angry I had left it here on purpose. “Yea.. not yet… I don’t want to eat alone. Come here. Take a seat.” I tell her. She comes next to me and kneels. “What are you doing?” I ask her, alarmed. “I am not allowed to sit at the table with a Dom.” Oh, for fuck’s sake! The feminist in me hates this very idea. ‘As if you did not enjoy getting cropped and spanked barely half an hour ago.’ A voice tells me and I push it away.