Female Supremacy Stories Novels & Stories

"She's not working and she earned that spanking, so no, you won't. She did raise a good point though, despite the politically incorrect way she raised it. Why don't you tell us how you put your wife into sexual servitude and what happened that you don't want to keep her there? Especially since it seems like two beautiful slaves for the price of one deal." Why not share the story. "I noticed Julia reading a lot of the same romance novels all the time, primarily sex slave or reverse harem novels. Alien abduction or paranormal romance primarily, though some other types of things as well. I read some of her novels and thought it might be a good thing for her to experience sex slavery for real. P

He painted a vivid picture of a team pushing against societal norms, striving for equality and inclusivity. Alexandra, her eyes shining with determination, stepped in. She shared her dream, her burning desire to break barriers as the first woman in the NAFL. She spoke of Jeremy's unwavering support, how he had mentored her and pushed her to be her best. Her words were like a rallying cry, echoing through the room, leaving a lasting impact.

“There’s been a big misunderstanding. Bai Le-an didn’t mean to offend you or question your position. This is—” But Bai Le-an cuts him off, her eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and disdain. “Don’t speak for me, Abhay.” Her tone is sharp, her posture rigid. “I know what I said, and I meant every word of it. I don’t believe a woman can be an Alpha.” She crosses her arms over her chest, standing tall as if challenging me outright. “An Alpha leads with strength, with dominance, with command. That is a man’s role. Not a woman’s.”

My mom said. “Please, Princess. We didn’t mean it. We had no choice.” An omega cried. ‘You always had a choice. You could have called us like several of the others did.” “But Princess, we didn’t know who to trust. The alpha seemed like he was part of it.” Another cried. “Did or did not my mother, your queen set up a hotline for any member can call for any kind of help or to report any abuse or unlawful commands by ranked members? You could even remain anonymous.” My mom said. There is absolutely no excuse.”

I could tell it was a very bad word. In a heartbeat, the room filled with more than two hundred pre-teen girls grew quiet altogether. All eyes were on her, and how could they not? It was so weird to hear someone actually speak out her mind, at least here. Because here, women's opinion is supposed to be like the dark side of the moon; it exists, yet it is never exposed. But Sam was not the modest dark side of the moon. She was a proud Sirius A; a beautiful, free spirit we can't afford, Sister Cecilia said.

DOMINANT & SUBMISSIVE BY EDNA BRUCE. A.K.A YOURSYCHODREAMS REMINDERS Before you all start reading, please understand that this story is the first draft, and hasn't been edited, revised, or anything. And also, I'll be so happy if every one of you follows me here on goodnovel💋

But no one knows about the other side of me. At night, when the house is quiet, I hide under my covers with my phone and read the kind of stories that would make my mother faint. Dark. Filthy. Full of dominant men who take what they want. Girls who beg for it. Degradation that makes my thighs press together and my heart race. I touch myself to those stories, whispering things I would never say out loud, and then feel crushing guilt the next morning. I’m supposed to be pure. Innocent. The perfect daughter.

A velvet pouch I had ordered three weeks ago and left sitting there like a quiet intention. It was filled with a kegel ball set. Smallest to largest. Stainless, smooth and weighted… and exactly right for exactly this. I held the pouch in my hand for a moment. Thought about the documentary. The stretch. Her voice asking how it felt. I thought about Samantha lying in her bedroom right now waiting with her barely used cunt, because I knew she'd only ever fucked that one boy, Wally. And now, she had no idea… What I was going to show her.

The one I swore I’d never use. I flipped to the first blank page. And I wrote: "I don’t know if my body belongs to me anymore." "I’m scared that every time I give it away, I lose something I’ll never get back." "I’m starting to understand what he meant—when he said I’m running from something every time I unzip my skirt." "Tonight I didn’t run. I gave in." The pen slipped out of my hand. And for the first time since I was a child, I didn’t want to be touched again.

“No Cass. I’m tired of everything happening to me. I want something that’s mine. Something creative. Something that doesn’t revolve around mates, councils, kings, or accelerated children who quote statistics at me.” Aretha’s mouth curves into a slow grin. “Say no more.” “I want a fashion house that isn’t just about clothes,” I continue, my hands moving as the vision forms. “I want movement pieces. Dance-inspired designs. Clothes that flow when you breathe, when you fight, when you shift.” Cassain watches me like I’m glowing. “And the publishing firm?” Aretha asks. I inhale. “Stories that don’t get told. Supernaturals who aren’t royalty. Omegas, Survivors. People who don’t get a voice because