Female Domination Stories Novels & Stories

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

Damien hauled him up by the front of his hoodie and shoved him toward the bed. “Strip. Now.” Elias’s hands shook as he pulled off his hoodie and jeans. His body felt exposed under Damien’s hungry gaze, slim chest, narrow waist, the soft curve of his ass, his hard cock bobbing between his legs. Damien pushed him face-down onto the bed, yanking his hips up so his ass was presented. He spat on Elias’s hole and rubbed the head of his cock against it. “No condom,” Damien growled. “I’m going to fuck you raw. And when I cum inside you, you’re going to keep every drop.”

The patriarchy was deeply rooted in their blood and the women in our world enabled it—mostly out of fear or trampled self-esteem. I was certain I would have too if I weren’t filled with rage and the need for revenge. He squeezed his face. “Feminist is reaching, but I don’t think I’d be opposed to a woman becoming a leader as long as she had the balls to take the heat.” “Balls are saggy and useless,” I countered. “Look at me, I took the heat and did the dirty work while my papa and his minions took the credit for it. Violence and war aren’t the only way to rule, you now know.”

"I've already got the story to tell you starting from him, it would've been so cool if you'd said to start with him." "Oh, Flavian!" I laughed. "Go on, start with Domani." "Very well! Domani has a bunch of violence complaints against him, ex-girlfriends, prostitutes, lovers, hookups… basically, women who get involved with him end up suffering some kind of violence. But these complaints just get buried, either the Victim Advocacy Office doesn't follow through, claiming nothing was found in the investigations, or they simply shelve everything. The few that reached the courts were placed under seal, and as far as I could find out, none went anywhere; he managed to get the women to deny the assa

THEMES: Public danger, anonymous possession and shame kink KINKS: CnC fantasy, breeding talk, public risk, clothing ripping, praise & degradation mix, light restraint and humiliation arousal --- "I haven't finished yet!!" "Fuck off you horny bitch! I can't kill myself because you." I scoff at this, "You didn't even last more than 5 minutes!!!" However my boyfriend doesn't even look at me and rolls over to his side of the bed, keeping his back to me.

Damien took Victor’s place behind me and slammed back inside my pussy in one violent thrust, making me scream. “Yes! Fuck me!” I moaned shamelessly, pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts. Damien fucked me even harder than Victor had — deep, punishing strokes that made my whole body jolt forward. Every time he bottomed out, I felt his balls slap against my swollen clit. Victor knelt in front of me, fisted my hair and fed me his cock again, forcing me to taste my own juices while Damien railed me from behind. “Look at you,” Victor groaned, fucking my face. “Getting passed around like a cheap whore. This is what you were fantasizing about, isn’t it? Two men destroying your holes?”

There is absolutely no excuse. “But Princess.” The omega cried again. “Did you at any time call that number to report what was happening here?” My mom asked. “No princess.” The omega answered. “Then like I said, there is absolutely no excuse for what you all did to my pup. My daughter was nice to you all. She gave her own personal money to bring you all back from the brink of starvation. She sacrificed a lot for you all and you all plotted against her. How could any of you females be ok helping someone rape another female? Why would you want that for anyone, especially someone who gave so much to you?” My mom asked.

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When women are oppressed, it's tradition. ― Letty Cottin Pogrebi “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” ― Margaret Atwood “Life affords you infinite possibilities to pay more attention to what is actually happening. Not just around you but what is Inside you.” ―Jeff Warren

Brianna said, "but there are quite a few male slaves as well. Some subservient to other males, some to females." "The one I picked out would be female centric because I wanted him to enjoy fucking women more than men. I wasn't thinking about fucking him myself," I said. "How does that work?" Shasta asked. "As an experiment, I let Marcia dominate me for a weekend," Sam said. "Worst 48 hours of my life, but she seemed to enjoy it." "Not as much as being a slave, but it was fun trying it," Marcia said.