Female Domination Story Novels & Stories

"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."

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.

The room was intimate: dim lighting, a large one-way mirror overlooking another play space, deep couches, and a fully stocked bar cart. Through the glass, a scene was already unfolding. A beautiful woman with crimson hair was bound in intricate rope to a padded St. Andrew’s cross, her body arched and gleaming with oil. Her Dom—a muscular man with a commanding presence—teased her with a flogger, the leather tails kissing her breasts, stomach, and thighs. Her moans carried faintly through hidden speakers. Damien sat and pulled me onto his lap again, my back to his chest, legs spread over his thighs. His hand slipped under the robe and between my legs, fingers gliding through my slick folds. “W

creating something dark and addictive and completely overwhelming. "You like this," Dominic observed, pounding into her. "Like being fucked by the man who just beat you. Like submitting sexually to someone who dominated you physically. You're a fighter, Cass, but deep down, you want to be claimed by someone stronger." "Yes!" Cass sobbed, the admission torn from her. "Yes, I want it! Want you! Want this!" "Then take it. Take my cock. Take everything I'm giving you." Dominic's hand wrapped around her throat....not choking her, just holding her, controlling her—while his other hand found her clit and rubbed rough circles.

I slitly pulled down my skirt, leaned forward just a little, just enough to blur the line between innocent and intentional. “I completed the challenge,” I said, looking him dead in the eye. “Seven days. No sex. No fucking dick in my vigina. Nothing.” His eyebrows lifted slightly. “Congratulations. How did that feel?” I swallowed. “Hard. But also… lined back slightly?” That came out too soft, too breathy. My voice didn’t even sound like mine. Lane tilted his head, watching me. “like. Hard in what way?” “I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Like I had control. Like my body wasn’t in charge.”

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.

They had sent me into the fattening section where skinny women like me were forced to eat so we could get thick and appeal to the audience of men they catered to. I had cried, screamed for help until I lost my voice and my hope. The door creaked open, the light from the hall pouring into the darkened room. I took a simple glance at the door and fixed my eyes back on the wall. But, the sound of footfalls was approaching. Me? Fear clawed at the back of my neck, my muscles tensed as a man dropped to his hunches and grabbed my chin forcefully. “I told you she is a replica. You don’t believe me”

“Back to my story. So, I told you about the two choices I had, to kill him or to usurp his power. I chose the second option because killing him outright would have dire consequences. All his loyal contacts would come after me for it, and making it look like an accident would also be problematic because someone else just as bad, or worse than him would take over, and the cycle would just continue. For the sake of all the others who were either too weak to fight for themselves, or had lost all hope of ever being free, I had to somehow get stronger than the boss.” She held him closer, offering silent support because she knew that even if he wasn’t acting emotional, it couldn’t be easy to relive

Yes, I know I am lying to them; no, you have to make it believable. "Yes, I am sure," I told them. I knew I shouldn't lie to them, but I didn't want to know anything about today, not even though I had been sexual with two hot male subjects. I was spying and stalking my parents. That would not be good, and my dad would kill them if he knew his daughter was semi-virgin and fooling around with the enemy. I need to change the subject. "So, how's Itlay?" I asked them, smiling and trying to distract them from what I had been doing today.

Like a perfect gentleman, Dom opened the vehicle door for his mate and held out a hand for her to take. No one had ever treated her like a girl before. All anybody could ever see was a multi-breed abomination, the only one of her species. The way Dom treated her, made her finally feel that feminine side of herself that had been suppressed for so long. She smiled delicately and took his hand to step out of the vehicle and Freddie quickly drove away to park and get out of their way for the rest of the night.