Female Domination Stories Novels & Stories

Again I am here with a complete fresh new story. It's a revenging story in which we gonna see alot more. So plzz I request you not to proceed further of you dont like weak female, with a Male who always dominate her , scared the shit daylight out of her life. Hope you all like the prologue. Lemme know your thoughts about this . Take care ,stay happy.. 🤎 P.

Doing what she was told to, she was helping the new slave perfect technique at the earliest stations, laying the groundwork for the more advanced techniques. Devon's attention was brought back to Dominique when he heard her voice commanding R to fuck her, and do it right or else. Devon smiled as he imagined Dominique beating R for triggering his orgasm too early, R would probably not survive the beating. Dominique had once beaten a slave nearly to death for denying her orgasm. That slave had spent weeks being nursed back to health, and afterwards was more dedicated in pleasuring his master. Devon returned his attention to the files, he had a couple updates to make, and he started on them. Ca

I would hire men and torture them using sex as a leverage, I felt extremely excited when I see a man or men beg me on their knees. In love, dominating and hated the fact I was a woman, nevertheless I wouldn't let that hold me back in my escape, I was gonna explore my feminism nevertheless. Raymond was my husband but I fucking hated his guts and that of his son, he acted as though he had the world under his feet whereas he was just a coward who didn't know much about family. I watched him destroy Damian. I was only an instrument and he was a masterpiece. I loved the fact he dominated outside and not in his family. He let me do whatever I wanted with the kids.

Ezra had noticed this yet he fell hard for him. The problem was, Kendall only ever treated him like a bro. A roommate. A guy you'd share instant noodles with at midnight, borrow ten bucks or a benjamin from, a guy he'd occasionally elbow in the ribs during late-night Dirt 5 gaming sessions. Ezra got Kendall's attention sure—but never in the way he wanted. Kendall saw him only as plain, ordinary, Ezra. So, Ezra had done something stupid. Something very reckless. He’d created Maya—a female catfish Winstagram account, with photoshopped pictures of a Brunette girl from Stock photos. He had replied Kendall's story about Kafka being possibly better than Dostoyevsky.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

“Uh-huh? I’m gonna fuck you right now. Aren’t you afraid that your boyfriend might find out about me fucking his girlfriend with my long, hard, erect cock?” I pushed her to the sofa, and she gasped because of my aggressiveness. I’m not really an aggressive fucker. If I fuck, especially virgin women, I make sure that I go gentle on them. But tonight, I don’t want to be gentle. Hell, I feel like I don’t know the word' gentleness. I attacked her lips as I ripped her tight dress hugging her body. Fuck it. She deserves to be treated as a whore. I’m gonna fuck her endlessly, I’m gonna dominate her, and I’m gonna fucking sure to make her pregnant with my seeds.

"You lоvе іt whеn I fuсk you lіkе a little whоrе?" It dіdn't mаttеr. I wаѕ too gone to rерlу, and frankly, I dіdn't care. Actually, I lоvеd іt. Though I was nоrmаllу a vеrу іndереndеnt, feminist woman, in thе ultimate thrоеѕ of раѕѕіоn, I dіdn't care аbоut bеіng роlіtе, роlіtісаllу соrrесt, оr about аnу dаmnеd gender equality issues. All I саrеd about wаѕ the fееlіng, thе fаntаѕу, the excitement. Thе іntеnѕіtу. Thе mоrе, thе better.

They lay there for a moment in the silence that followed, three women bound by a secret that would stain their souls forever, the Reverend Mother atop the Claire a queen among her subjects, their heartbeats slowing in the dark of the office. “Your little pussies belong to mother now.” The reverend mother whispered. Claire and Joan lay on the floor, their bodies twitching and their pussies throbbing.

She stared at the last sentence. Then deleted it. Rewrote it in red: Not going to happen. That night, she didn’t log on to stream. Instead, she posted an anonymous story to the same domme subreddit where Domica had once been worshipped. This time, it wasn’t about seduction or games. It was a calculated message. “I see you. The flower you left wasn’t love—it was bait. The next time you step into my home, you better come prepared. Because Domica bites back.”

Pure hypocrisy and warped traditions of male dominance if there ever was such a thing, I thought, giggling internally. Female energy ruled our species and this world, coming from the Great Mother Gia. We have allowed males of our kind to be perceived as dominant, but females wielded true power. I kept thinking, but not vocalizing this. “Do not traumatize the poor little pup, don’t tell him that, he has already had enough”, my wolf Harrah snared.