Female Dominant Novels & Stories

I said. “Okay. Well by the time you’re out of her and you get better you will probably be sick whipped.” Radike teased. “Getat disrespectfully. How do you even know it would be good?” I said. “Ha, do you not read blogs? They always have females fighting for them all the time most especially Femi. Most especially Femi. Which lady will fight for a man who don’t give her good dick? And these are classy girls o. Not chewing gum babes.” She said.

asked Chris curiously. This time, Anna Kiz shook her head lightly and began explaining, “Secondary genders are only classifying you for your genders; to determine whether you’re a dominant, predominant, neutral, submissive or pre submissive. In everyone’s thoughts, Alphas are the strongest and Omegas are the weakest, which is not entirely true and it’s not entirely wrong even.” Chris furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “What do you mean by that, mom?”

So why the hell do I want her? Female dominants have it hard enough. I know this and have seen it with my own eyes. They aren't taken seriously in so many circles. This woman breathes exactly who and what she is. So, again, why the fuck is my cock hard and my brain begging for a chance to slip my dick in between her hot lips?

I then open my Royal link with Kevin, “Kevin. I need all the female warriors to come down into the dungeons to assist.” He doesn't argue or ask questions as he replies. “On it, Your Highness.” Once the dominant males have been escorted out of the dungeons I lower my Royal aura once again knowing that it will affect them more than it does the males, as no matter how dominant a female is, she is still much more sensitive than a male and I need the female warriors to be able to enter the dungeon without it weighing them down. When Kevin stops next to me, I watch as two female warriors enter each of the cells trying to approach the once-restrained within. Unfortunately, it seems that even the do

I needed to know that she had not compromised Dyelin and made away with our state secrets. "Women find me attractive and appealing, and Dyelin is a woman. I carry a certain grace." She moved her feet wrapped against my member up and down. "How so?" I was still confused. "Well, females usually want to please me and be in my good graces." She bragged. "I am not sure that would work on Dyelin." I dared her and she smiled. "Well, there are two kinds of people in the world, the dominant and the submissive. Knowing your place on this spectrum decides what you get out of life. While I am what I am, I am quick to discern what others are." She explained and I was impressed.

I said defiantly, but I was unconsciously considering her statement and suggestions. "Yes, it doesn't matter, but I am actually doing you a favor" she said and I got confused, unsure what she was now talking about. "A favor? How?" I asked and she smiled at my confused expression. "I'm giving you the opportunity to live one full life and not two half lives, accepting your true nature is nothing to be ashamed of, it's the way the world is, some of us are dominant, others are submissive. It totally has nothing to do with your gender, there are dominant females and submissive males." she explained still smiling and patiently looking and engaging me as an adult would a child. I guess trying to ma

title. She calls herself the best friend. Best. Friend. Ew. I crossed my arms, smirking coldly. “Oh my God, that’s not necessary. Women want to look clean and soft let the strong men do the hard work, right?” She whipped around, all fire and indignation. “I’m not some pick-me feminist, Darren. Women can do anything.” Then of course she strutted over, grabbed the cutlass Ryan had prepped, and disappeared into the trees like some Amazonian goddess.

"You're going to give them transparency until they choke on it." "I'm going to prove that being female, being in love, being human doesn't make me less of an Alpha. It makes me a complete one." I pulled out fresh paper, starting to outline our strategy. "And if that scares them more than anything else I've done, then good. They should be scared." Because I was done apologizing for existing in spaces that weren't designed for me. It was time to redesign the space entirely.

“Now, what I'm about to tell you is a theory I've put together over a long time. Not a known fact. But you wanted to understand why Red Dragon wants Mira and me to play dominant roles over him during sex.” I nodded. “In as much as losing his power and influence is not a thrill, Red Dragon began to chase his own happiness. Psychologically, female-dominant sex is a form of strength and submission.” I nodded. “Okay. But why would a man like Red Dragon even want that?” I asked curiously. “Because it reminds him of what a challenge feels like. And it's not reality, so his power and authority stay out of the bedroom. Think of it as Red Dragon facing a worthy challenger and losing without actually

I had long dreamed of being used harshly by a dominant woman, while Karen had fantasied for years about having a man under her control. Being real was the key, as neither of us had any interest in the theatrical kind of BDSM role play that you see so often in femdom erotica. In my fantasies, the woman in control would want to hurt me because it excited her sexually, but she didn't need to scold, insult or ridicule me while doing it; as odd as it might sound, she was nice to me about it... even apologetic.