Fem Dom Novels & Stories

She was putting on the red lingerie, all I had to do is shift her panties to side and I was inside her sweet spot. I fucked her with so much intention and passion. Thrusting precisely and fast into her. She moaned and screamed zaddy ontop of her voice not minding the fact that Bernice was outside. Oh zaddy, you made me feel alive. Her words drove me crazy as I turned her and my dick found its way into her ass. "I own you Meena, I own you". She giggled and I could feel her body tighten, ready to receive me.

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.

"I do have a couple. But before I answer you have to tell me which ones are you talking about." "Why?" "Because if its the anal, or the butt plug or the nipple clamps, then the answer is maybe." I don't tell her the maybe depends on her own. "And the others?" "The others, well you'll have to find out later." "But." "No, gypsy. Later." The elevator doors open and we walk out into the garage. "But I will tell you that, I am a dom." "What does that mean?" "It means," I stop and turn her so she is facing me. "It means that I enjoy making my partner submit to me. It means that in the bedroom I make the decisions."

Nineteen-year-old straight-laced college student doesn't do men or so he tells himself but a late-night pulse of curiosity leads him to install a men’s dating app, where he becomes utterly consumed by DomDaddy: an anonymous older man with a massive frame, a distinct collarbone scar, and a command style that shatters every boundary he built. Believing DomDaddy is safely locked forty-seven kilometers away in another town, he willingly yields to every increasingly explicit demand behind his screen. Then his father returns from an unexpected trip with an old military buddy in tow. Marcus is tall, broad-shouldered, and staying in the attic right above his room. The moment Marcus speaks, the bo

She kneels with an enticing blend of vulnerability and strength, each curve of her body poised to invite. With an alluring gaze that radiates both confidence and anticipation, she waits for my commands, embodying the thrill of the moment. If only she realized that tonight, I seek merely to blow off steam and escape the haunting memories of Shelly, even if just for a fleeting night. This is precisely why I cannot bring Shelly into this world of shadows with me. I am a Dom—a dominant partner in the intricate dance of BDSM, where power exchange is not just a game, but a carefully crafted experience. The Dom takes charge, guiding the actions within this realm, always ensuring safety and consent.

Some people have contracts where they are in a Dom/sub relationship whereas others like me stay single and have one night stands. It's a little more difficult for me to find doms because I'm female to male transgender. I've had top surgery but not bottom so I still have a front hole. The testosterone I take has made my former clit grow to be an inch long so the doms I get with just refer to it as my dick. Majority are very accepting, although there are some assholes but Marcus deals with them. He's the Master Dom of the club, he's in charge and looks out for everyone.

I can't help wondering if this is the Dom who left him. I squeeze in between two men in front of us and inhale sharply when I see what all the fuss is about. It's Damian in full Dom mode, and fuck is he sexy. The large butt plug in his hand makes me squirm. He has a woman draped over a spanking bench. She's writhing and moaning loudly. He separates her ass cheeks while massaging the plump orbs. Her body is lush and beautiful. She's not one of the wafer thin subs that I expected him to work with. It hits me. The sub has red hair and a similar body to mine. Damian is paying me back in spades. A scream rings out from the sub when Damian runs the butt plug along the crack of her ass. She is beha

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.

"You lоvе іt whеn I fuсk you lіkе a little whоrе?" It dіdn't mаttеr. I wаѕ too gone to rерlу, and frankly, I dіdn't care. Actually, I lоvеd іt. Though I was nоrmаllу a vеrу іndереndеnt, feminist woman, in thе ultimate thrоеѕ of раѕѕіоn, I dіdn't care аbоut bеіng роlіtе, роlіtісаllу соrrесt, оr about аnу dаmnеd gender equality issues. All I саrеd about wаѕ the fееlіng, thе fаntаѕу, the excitement. Thе іntеnѕіtу. Thе mоrе, thе better.

The red heels made her legs look longer and more dangerous. Elara climbed onto the bed slowly. She straddled his waist, her heels digging into the mattress on either side of his hips. “If I do this, you don’t get to touch me. You don’t get to control anything. Understand?” Dante nodded. “I understand. I want you in control.” She moved back until she knelt between his spread legs. Her red stiletto hovered over his cock again. The sharp heel pointed directly at the soft shaft. “Tell me if it’s too much,” she said, voice shaking.