Novel & Cerita Female Domination Stories

Six pairs of hungry eyes devoured me, making shame burn through my entire body, but my pussy clenched hard, a fresh trickle of wetness slipping down my inner thigh. This wasn’t like the BDSM clubs. Those were controlled, safer with the anonymity of masks and the sanctity of it being a scene with safe words. But here? These were Damien’s serious business partners and they were staring at me like I was nothing but a set of warm holes. God, I had to be twisted for my body to react so hungrily to this. or maybe it was because my bestfriend had edged me earlier. Whatever it was, I hated it. Glancing at my dom one last time, the look in his eyes made my skin heat and then I started walking slowly

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

I believe him. I've never felt more powerful than the moment I surrendered completely. Five men, one night, my body at the center of everything – and the woman who walked out isn't the woman who walked in. She's louder. Bolder. More certain of what she wants and less afraid to take it. Some fantasies are better left in your head. This wasn't one of them.

Mara dropped into the window seat like her body weighed a thousand pounds. Three straight days of workshops, crisis calls, holding other people’s pain until her own felt numb. She needed these five hours. Just noise in her ears and nothing else. She pulled out her phone, plugged in her headphones, and opened the playlist. The private one. No title. Forty-seven tracks of the stuff she never let anyone see. Women moaning loud and broken, filthy commands, wet sounds, her own breathy voice in a few recordings where she’d touched herself and whispered every dirty thing she wanted but never asked for out loud.

I looked around at the men, "But you have a lot of men here." "No, no, no, this is different. All countries except mine are dominated by male chauvinism. Men control money, power, and voice. They establish laws and morals based on the interests of men, and dictate how women should behave. But in my country, I defeated men and built a feminist home. I despise all stereotypes of women, and I want the women of my country to live their lives according to their own ideas." I tilted my head in confusion.

NewGRL549: Then why? DomMPF: Because although I’m considered vanilla in this realm, I’m still not mainstream enough for regular women. Most women don’t like to be cuffed or tied up and some get offended if it is even suggested, which is fine, but makes it hard to find a partner outside of the lifestyle. Some people look at the D/s relationship as something abusive, and the Dom is trying to take away all the choices of the sub. But in a good D/s relationship, one that is fulfilling for both partners, it’s nothing like that.

She worked out doing Yoga, a spin class, aerobics and light weights several days a week to stay in shape, plus often swam laps in our pool. It took me a couple days to get through the book and I returned it to her. I didn't say anything about it, but I did start looking at other books she'd been reading. Our bookshelves were full of them. There was definitely a similarity in theme. Some were humanoid space aliens, some cowboys in the women starved West, some mountain men with Indian women, men shipwrecked with single women, werewolves with their mates. A lot of them featured multiple male partners, and the ones that didn't, often showed women in sexual bondage, captured, stripped, sold and t

] while she laid there, her mind far-away. She'd been with dominant and submissive men, and men that were closeted gays who wanted to fuck her asshole and make her wear a beanie to cover up her hair and not say a word so they could pretend she was their male lover. She'd been in threesomes where the two men had paid more attention to themselves than they'd pay her. She had eventually lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling and letting them do their own thing.

Zared pov Dysnomia wants to turn the world order around. She has ideals she is now hunting down. Gunther and I decide to indulge her. Aminta might have defeated Gunther under the light of the full moon but that doesn’t mean every woman can dominate every man. She wants to install a matriarchy, men being inferior to women, it’s not going to work out. The world is the way it is for a reason. Men, especially those of Alpha blood, are stronger than women. As alpha’s sleep around a lot we have a lot of offspring.