Female Domination Stories Novels & Stories

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.

"Pound me like you did Emma. Make it hurt so good!" Emma watched from the desk, her legs spread wide and tied down, her pussy dripping even more. "Daddy, please," she begged, her submissive tone soft but desperate. "Fuck me harder and faster too. I need your cock stretching my tight pussy again. Don't leave me empty." I pulled out of Lila's soaked cunt with a wet pop and stepped forward to slam straight into Emma's tight hole. Her virgin walls clamped around me as I thrust hard and fast, my balls slapping her ass. Emma moaned loud, her tied body jerking on the desk.

a tear slipped from my eye, as I recalled the memory, I had just told him, I didn't like the way he touched me, he went berserk and before I knew it, I was being battered. “Why is it? Why do men think they are entitled to women? Why do they have this sense of entitlement and domination over women? Why must we be submissive. I am not a feminist, but society has ridiculously manipulated these stereotypes to justify crimes that were nothing but absolute crap" I expressed. I shut my eyes and breathed. “I'm sorry, it's just, it's not easy you know..."

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

I never fear, they fear me. Not only had I trained myself to be a force to be reckoned with, I had made sure to start a female army. No woman should suffer by the hand of a man. No woman should be called worthless by a useless man with a dick smaller than his brain cells. Not only did I teach them how to fight, I taught them to never depend on another, especially a useless coward man. They would never fall prey to abusive and psychopathic men who found pleasure in bringing them down. If one wanted a fully submissive woman, they would have to look elsewhere because the women I fought with were strong and fierce. They knew what they deserved and settled for nothing less.

Every time he hit the bottom, I felt a jolt of electricity go through my spine. "YEAH! FUCK! YES!" I moaned, my voice hoarse from the long night. "FUCK ME LIKE YOU HATE ME! FUCK ME LIKE YOU LOVE ME! SHIFT MY WOMB!" Dominic was going crazy. He was talking so dirty, telling me exactly how much he loved using my body, telling me how he was going to think about this every time he saw my father. The risk and the raw power were making me vibrate. I felt like I was flying.

“Push through it, kid. This is how you learn to take everything I give you. Tell me how it feels having my seed plugged inside you while you work.” “It feels dirty… and addictive,” I moaned, holding the plank as best I could. “Like I really belong to you now. The egg is rubbing right against that spot you fucked so hard earlier.” He made me do bridges next, then some slow leg raises. Every movement pushed more cum out, running down my skin while the low buzz drove me crazy. By the end I was whimpering, close to another edge. “Enough,” Dom finally said, pulling me up. “Come here. One last round before you leave tonight.”

"Daddy's eager slut. Swallowing my load and still begging for more. Bet you'd let me fuck you raw in front of your parents window if I told you to." The orgasm tore through both of us, leaving me limp and sated. But the balance shifted. The plot thickened with tension. Dominic started warning me about system limits, hints that prolonged use could blur lines between virtual and real. I ignored it, craving more. The sessions escalated in variety and intensity. Slow, sensual nights where he worshipped every curve of my body... kissing down my spine, eating my ass until I screamed, then sliding into me missionary-style so I could see his face contort in pleasure.