Female Domination Stories Novels & Stories

creating something dark and addictive and completely overwhelming. "You like this," Dominic observed, pounding into her. "Like being fucked by the man who just beat you. Like submitting sexually to someone who dominated you physically. You're a fighter, Cass, but deep down, you want to be claimed by someone stronger." "Yes!" Cass sobbed, the admission torn from her. "Yes, I want it! Want you! Want this!" "Then take it. Take my cock. Take everything I'm giving you." Dominic's hand wrapped around her throat....not choking her, just holding her, controlling her—while his other hand found her clit and rubbed rough circles.

One was tied hands and legs to a pole with her small ass out, while the other with a strap-on fucked her from behind. The second which was a little more interesting than the first, starred a woman who was the sub, and her three male doms. The sub was turned down, her legs and hands spread apart on two poles. Her fake, plastic boobs were on clamps and she had a red blindfold over her eyes which was the only piece of clothing on her body.

“You’re so fucking wet for me already.” The words sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. I wasn’t used to this—being told exactly what to do and paid to surrender control bit by bit. Usually I held all the power on my streams. But here, with Vee’s generous gifts rolling in steadily and his calm commands guiding every move, the power felt… shifted. Darker. More dangerous. I pinched my nipple harder with my free hand, rolling the tight bud until a gasp tore from my throat. “Is this what you wanted?” I asked, voice breathy, trying to reclaim some dominance. “Paying all this just to watch me fuck myself for you?”

The praise after you complete it is gonna taste so good. KITTEN_HEELS: Honestly, mine just put me in the corner for ten minutes because I rolled my eyes at dinner. It’s the worst but god, the absolute relief of just letting him call the shots after a stressful week at my corporate job? Unmatched. I sat up, resting my back against the headboard, my eyes wide as I scrolled. It was exactly what I had read in the library, but seeing it spoken about so casually, so warmly, made it real. These women weren't victims; they were completely obsessed with their Doms. They craved that structure. They craved the exact boundary-pushing authority that I had felt vibrating off Damian at the dining table.

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.

“After you told Nettleston what finding your mate felt like, I knew. It was always Poppy and Dray. I can’t imagine not having either one.” “I get that. I miss my mate. Even though I have Aria, I want to have both of them where I can see and touch them.” I sighed. He nodded. “What’s the second thing?” “That, the reason the male demons wanted all female concubae killed was that a Vasilia can only be a concubus. They never told you, I’m actually stronger than you and could never be influenced by your commands. Only a handful of species have females who are more powerful than males. Ours is one of them.” I stated while working on pancakes.

"It's big and looks extra comfy. Perfect for forcing erring little bitches who don't know their place into submission." By the moon! Daciana's face heated up with a blush as she snarled. "You pervert! I wouldn't be caught dead having anything sexual to do with you three." Axel scoffed, folding his arms in front of his chest and leaning disturbingly close to her ears. "Oh, but you're our mate, aren't you? And it will be your duty as our mate to... Service us in bed. I'm curious to see if an Omega will have any moves different from a normal wolf."

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

Lena grabbed my throat with one hand and my tit with the other, pinching my nipple hard as she pounded me. “This pussy belongs to me now,” she snarled, thrusting even harder. “Every time you see me at family dinners, you’re going to remember how I ruined this tight little cunt.” I was losing my mind. The dirty talk, the bondage, the forbidden thrill of fucking Maya’s sister — it was all too much. Lena suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. She climbed onto the bench, straddling my face. “Eat my pussy first,” she demanded, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth.