Female Domination Story Novels & Stories

None of my pack ever believed in BDSM, or have any interest in sex clubs, I heard what they said when this club opened. Running fingers through my hair, i watched a woman who was bent over a spanking bench get her ass tanned, her tender white flesh blushed a nice rouge as the man, her Dom, went at her for some misdemeanor. The scene left my cunt creaming, her skin was dark, and it took a lot for her ass to show any hint of red. I knew as I had been told before, finding a man to become my Master or Dom had put me in some bad situations, the men within my pack didn’t believe in taking a hand or cane to woman, let alone punishing her.

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?

They are not meant to reflect real-life ideologies, social structures, or belief systems. The main character is a woman who disguises herself as a man to survive and protect herself in a world where female strength is underestimated or suppressed. Her journey involves deception, danger, and deep emotional challenges. This gender disguise is a part of the fictional plot and is not intended as a commentary on gender identity, expression, or real-world gender roles. It is used solely to serve the story’s character arc, themes of identity and survival, and dramatic tension.

Magda knew her cheeks were bright pink, “are you insane? I cried when Sienna got caught with her dildo out of pure sympathetic response to her embarrassment. I’m all for being an empowered woman and taking what you want but I don’t have daddy issues so I don’t need to be dominated in the bedroom and I don’t have control issues so I don’t need to dominate in the bedroom. What’s wrong with a little give and take? Missionary and maybe doggy style? I’m not down to tying or being tied.” “You are so vanilla.” Dimi bit the end of her banana and then dunked it again in the container. “Ew! You can’t double dip!” “Oh, I would,” Darya spoke up. “Dimi, if you and whoever you end up with want to swing, I

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.

Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

“You are nothing more than a sperm receptacle. Do not ever speak to my wife ever again. Don’t even look at her or my son.” “You’ll come back to us.” Chrissy said as Chance began to guide Rye away. “Unfortunately for you, my mother taught me not to hit a woman.” He said stopping and looking at her. “Unfortunately?” Chrissy smirked. “I never learned that lesson.” Dom said and fear hit the woman. “Chance….” Chrissy pleaded. “You knew the rules.” Sid said. Dom buried her hand deep in the blonde hair and forced her to bend over. Then she drug the woman over in front of Trigg and Sid. The club bunny was forced to her knees.

I grab Domino's arm and we walk back up the cell before we get in any more trouble. "What the hell was that?" Domino demands as I let go of him and sit down on the bottom bunk. "He wanted me to be his bitch so I put him in his place," I say and Domino stares for a moment before he starts shouting. "Those guys are practically in charge here! They're going to try and kill you now! And me!" "I can handle them," I say as I wave him off. "Maybe you can but I can't! My first year here they kept me as their bitch and I was raped every fucking day! Just don't mess with them or you'll get me back in their fucking cell!" He says angrily.

My breathing was ragged as Dominic burst into the room, his eyes on fire, taking in the scene: me kneeling on the floor, the writhing guard, blood on my hands. He growled, “You just can’t stop causing trouble, can you?” I spat at his feet. “Kill me already. I’ll never be your mate.” Dominic’s jaw clenched. He leaned down, his lips almost brushing my ear, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t flatter yourself. I refuse to accept a woman who’s let so many men touch her.” I stiffened, anger pulsing through my veins. “Is that what you think of me? That I’m dirty because you forced me to live like this? I had to hide, Dominic! I had to survive!”

Zared pov Dysnomia wants to turn the world order around. She has ideals she is now hunting down. Gunther and I decide to indulge her. Aminta might have defeated Gunther under the light of the full moon but that doesn’t mean every woman can dominate every man. She wants to install a matriarchy, men being inferior to women, it’s not going to work out. The world is the way it is for a reason. Men, especially those of Alpha blood, are stronger than women. As alpha’s sleep around a lot we have a lot of offspring.