Novel & Cerita Female Domination Stories

Chapter 18 Dom's POV I sat there, staring at her small frame, eating as if she's been starved for years. And for some unknown reasons, it was satisfying. This girl...this girl had a way of making me feel peaceful even without trying. 'And why? Why did I agree to her conditions? I don't know, it wasn't because I believed that she'd never try to escape again. And I never cared if a woman tried to run away from me before. To me, they were meant for just one purpose and that was SEX and nothing else. and they could easily be gotten whenever I wanted. Aside from spreading their legs and manipulating Men, there was nothing else you could benefit from this gender. And that's why, I had always prefe

“The feeling is premium but I would pass. I rather have my dick down your throat, watching you gag on it and gasp for air while you beg me to let you rest with your eyes rolled to the back of your head.” “Sounds like you love dominance?” “Nah. I love it both ways but on my good days, I love telling my woman what to do and how to do it. You know you women love being submissive.” “I do not. Intact I love being the dominant one and telling my partner what to do for me. I love tying his hands behind a chair and his legs tied up to the foot of the chair while I ride him till he reaches his peak. I love making him kneel before me, while I shove I between my legs to his face, grinding my waist on h

The type of woman your daddy warned you to never, ever touch. Damon should have listened to his old man. Or better yet, he should have just been honest with me. We could have enjoyed all of this together from the start—all the finest, filthiest things in life. Instead... Damon got up from the bed, his thick length throbbing. In the reflection of the mirror, I watched him press his front against Holly’s back, sliding his fingers graciously up her bare thigh. He deliberately distracted her from me, eliciting shaky, breathless moans from her lips as he aligned his crown at her entrance.

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No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

“See how she trusts him completely.” I couldn’t look away. The flogger fell in rhythmic patterns, turning her skin a lovely pink. When the Dom dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs, her cries grew sharper. Damien mirrored the action, sliding two fingers deep inside me while his thumb circled my clit in time with the other man’s movements. “Imagine that’s you down there,” he whispered hotly against my ear. “Everyone watching while I devour this sweet cunt.”

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.

I was so angry I had left it here on purpose. “Yea.. not yet… I don’t want to eat alone. Come here. Take a seat.” I tell her. She comes next to me and kneels. “What are you doing?” I ask her, alarmed. “I am not allowed to sit at the table with a Dom.” Oh, for fuck’s sake! The feminist in me hates this very idea. ‘As if you did not enjoy getting cropped and spanked barely half an hour ago.’ A voice tells me and I push it away.

“Tell me, baby—did that greedy little ass get any dick from those campus boys while you were gone? Did you let any of those worthless pricks fuck what belongs to Daddy?” “No, Daddy!” Joana cried out, her voice trembling as another deep thrust made her see stars. “My ass is for you alone! I didn’t let anyone touch it. I saved it for you. I touched myself every night thinking about your cock wrecking me, but I never gave it to them. I love Daddy too much. I don’t want to share this ass with another man. You’re exactly what I need. I knew it the moment we first fucked four years ago. No one else makes me feel like this—full, filthy, owned.”

Fu," I say firmly. Immediately, I see how the women who seemed to be hesitating, approach me. The ants who were just watching, join in showing themselves so firm and scary that they don't look like the submissive omegas everyone is used to seeing. "What are you guys doing, you should be cleaning toilets or the floor!" shouts Mr. Fu. "Women help women. This is a message not only for the omegas, but, for every woman who being a wolf or not, has gone through humiliations from men who only hurt us because they know that complete they can't control us" says a woman from the domestic service.