Fem Dom Story Novels & Stories

"Try me." At those words, she looked at him for a few minutes then sighed. "It's Bondage, Discipline or Dominant, Sadomasochism or Submissive and Masochism. In my own case, I'd be your Dominant and you'd be my submissive. I, or this situation rather, is usually called femdom." "Female dominant." She nodded. "Yes," "What do Subs do?" "They're different, for every Dom, but with you, my rules wouldn't be too much. My stepfather wants me having a sub for our training and he keeps bringing people I don't like. If I present you, I'm sure he'd be pleased."

Dominco said turning her in one swift move that she was now on top of him,in a kneeling position Nora put her two legs on each of his sides as she sat on his stomach, "Okay this doesn't seem so bad" Nora said as she shifted back a bit on Dominco so she could be directly sitting on his dick, Dominco smile but didn't say anything as he watched her struggle to put his dick Inside her,he was hard all she had to do was stand and sit on him but no he prefered to watch her,it was entertaining to see how much she didn't know about sex that she couldn't even ride properly, "It won't fit!" Nora said to Dominco with her heads bowed and his dick in her hand,she felt it jump when Dominco laughed, feeling

“You don’t know what you’re doing.” “Baby, I’ve been a Dom for over ten years. I have got more experience with stubborn little subs than you do with Doms. You are nothing but a baby compared to me, and I’m going to prove it to you over and over again.” She stopped fighting me. Her teeth bit down onto her lip. “Stop that.” i pulled her lip from between her teeth. “You think you know what true pain is, but you have got no idea what is really wrong with you. Don’t worry. I can deal with you.”

she asks politely, her eyes dancing around my face. "I would love to register as a dom here, but only for the spirit of it. I don't care what the benefits are, that doesn't interest me," I tell her plainly. Frowning, she ticks her fingers before coming back with a reply for me. "Well, you need to have about ten million Euro in one of your accounts before being admitted as a club Dom, and from your family's record, I can assure you that you match the criteria without even flipping the book to check it out.

I whisper, and Dom nods. "Yes. But mortals are mortals. We all have the freedom of choice so we constantly change the plan. Your body could... You might not be strong enough for the creator's plan. You might be the first human mate, but you might not become immortal," Dom says right before punching an ancient dresser. The wood practically explodes and I shriek a little while pulling the covers up to block my face. I hear the door slam shut and I know Domenico is gone before the blanket falls from my eyes.

Then, she glanced at me as if deciding how much to say. “If your Dom is gentle, you won’t have bruises,” she mused. “But most Doms want to see red, I won’t lie to you.” I just stared at waiting, gladly waiting for her to get to the point where I desperately wanted to hear. “Oh sorry. Dom means dominant. Like the man would be in control while you submit. Though it can be the other way round but I doubt any man would want to submit to a lady, they always end up taking over.”

Or so she thought. By the time summer rolled around, she’d hopped on an app made for adult fun and found a potential dom who she hoped was actually experienced enough to get her to the restful release that she so desperately craved. It’d been years since she had a genuine opportunity to go full sub and she couldn’t deny that this sudden life change brought her dire need to the surface. The first meet went well enough that she agreed to their first session, and after he proved that he was capable of executing the basics of being a dom, she got comfortable quickly. He became her escape 2-3 times a week and it was going great, until the night they added a third.

Before I could stop her, she snatched it away, scanning the contents with theatrical interest. "Oh, Sophia." She drew out my real name like a weapon. "Still not pregnant? After all these months?" Her laugh was like breaking glass. "Poor thing. It must be like being married to a corpse." "Give that back." "You know what I heard?" She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I heard Vito Romano can't actually father children. Something about the accident. Damaged goods, if you know what I mean." My blood ran cold.

As I close my bedroom door, one thought repeats itself with terrifying clarity: I'm being dominated... and my body has never wanted anything more.

he asked in a low voice. From the very beginning, I had always held the upper hand. I simply never used it because I enjoyed being dominated by him. As much as I enjoyed sleeping with Liam, he needed me more than I needed him. I could easily replace him, even with a younger man, but no matter who he slept with, he would never get the same release. And I knew for a fact that he would never willingly let go of the only woman capable of making him climax. Unlike most women, I had my own money and power, something that was very clear. The moment I stopped being submissive to him, it became a threat.