Female Domination Stories Novels & Stories

"Self-preservation? Unpack that for me." "In the ancient days of the first bloodlines, brutal physical dominance determined survival, and the males seized the high seats," Kael explained, his chest pressing firm into my shoulder blades. "We civilized our culture. Females can defend their own borders now, arguably better than half the sub-alphas in the outer rings. But the institutional machinery was already operational. Dismantling a legacy system requires an immense expenditure of political capital. Our sex simply doesn't exert the energy because maintaining the status quo serves our comfort."

Chapter 4: LORA'S POV. Mom always used to tell me before her death, “no good comes from men.” She was so wrong, because having Roderick between my thighs, with his lips firm around my clit, was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He had thrown me on his bed earlier, still naked and wet. He didn't mind that his bed was about to be soaked, and he definitely couldn't wait a few seconds before tearing my clothes off my body and pushing his face in-between my thighs.

The scene unfolding was nothing new, nothing special, but everyone knew the lady who was about to be the winner did not like losing to someone and especially not a man. She goes by the name Madame Ax. A notorious female dominant in the building, known to be bisexual and sees herself as equal to men. She is a feminist and one of the dominant figures from whom I learned the act of dominance. “$250,000,” she answered from the other end of the room, and I had to hide my smirk. If only she knew how perfectly she was playing into my hand. “$500,000,” I announced. The announcer was dumbfounded as we took over the negotiation from her.

Loving it. The invasion was swift and brutal, stretching her already sore ring of muscle. A sharp cry was muffled by the cock fucking her throat. Full. So full. She was packed, a triple penetration that stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thought from her mind. Her body bowed off the bed, a silent scream of overwhelming ecstasy. “Look at that,” someone whistled. “All three holes stuffed. A perfect fucking gangbang slut.”

Witches aren’t afraid of being misunderstood. The site is a forum for anonymous storytelling. I’ve been scrolling through it for weeks, posts from strangers that feel like confessions whispered in the dark. Survivors of things no one else believed. Wives writing about marriages no one would envy. People who carry entire wars inside their bodies and still find the words to put them down. I click “New Post” and my heart pounds in my ears. Title: He Married My Womb, Not Me. I don’t overthink it. My fingers start moving.

So why the hell do I want her? Female dominants have it hard enough. I know this and have seen it with my own eyes. They aren't taken seriously in so many circles. This woman breathes exactly who and what she is. So, again, why the fuck is my cock hard and my brain begging for a chance to slip my dick in between her hot lips?

"Try me." At those words, she looked at him for a few minutes then sighed. "It's Bondage, Discipline or Dominant, Sadomasochism or Submissive and Masochism. In my own case, I'd be your Dominant and you'd be my submissive. I, or this situation rather, is usually called femdom." "Female dominant." She nodded. "Yes," "What do Subs do?" "They're different, for every Dom, but with you, my rules wouldn't be too much. My stepfather wants me having a sub for our training and he keeps bringing people I don't like. If I present you, I'm sure he'd be pleased."

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

I kept my eyes tightly shut, but I forced a bitter, mocking edge into my strained voice. “Even after you broke your women?” I whispered into the dark. “They still get wet for you? After you dismantle their minds, they still beg for the beast in your bed?” “Always,” Dominic growled, the single word a flat, unyielding absolute. A cold, dismissive thought flashed through my mind. *He’s lying.* There was no way a woman who had been systematically broken and emotionally shattered could still like a tyrant enough to become wet for him. It defied everything I knew about survival. But then again, a bitter ache tightened in my chest. *What do I know?* I was just a discarded maid who had spent her lif