Femboy Dom Novels & Stories

A soft moan slipped from her lips. He caught it. He smirked. “You’ll scream only when I tell you,” he murmured darkly, gripping her chin. Floxy swallowed hard, realizing what he was. Not just a man. Not just a guest. A Dom. And not the gentle kind. His eyes promised darkness—punishment deeper than she had ever imagined. Her body trembled, her mind screamed, but her pussy throbbed with need. And for the first time, Floxy understood—there was no way out of this.

I glared at them, but I knew I needed to listen to them if I didn't want myself to get hurt. I saw Elli turned around and left the crowd and I started to get nervous again. I wished I could leave with him right this moment, but I figured I'd be with him shortly. "Come along, little one," one of the men chuckled, "Time to get you all dressed up nice and pretty in some luxury gear. You wouldn't want to keep your Dom waiting, would you?" My Dom? I swallowed hard and chose to cooperate instead of fight. "You're right. I'd hate to keep him waiting." I felt their grips loosen on my arms, as I chose to walk with them to a separate room with a vanity and an area to change clothes behind a silk scree

Some people have contracts where they are in a Dom/sub relationship whereas others like me stay single and have one night stands. It's a little more difficult for me to find doms because I'm female to male transgender. I've had top surgery but not bottom so I still have a front hole. The testosterone I take has made my former clit grow to be an inch long so the doms I get with just refer to it as my dick. Majority are very accepting, although there are some assholes but Marcus deals with them. He's the Master Dom of the club, he's in charge and looks out for everyone.

She kneels with an enticing blend of vulnerability and strength, each curve of her body poised to invite. With an alluring gaze that radiates both confidence and anticipation, she waits for my commands, embodying the thrill of the moment. If only she realized that tonight, I seek merely to blow off steam and escape the haunting memories of Shelly, even if just for a fleeting night. This is precisely why I cannot bring Shelly into this world of shadows with me. I am a Dom—a dominant partner in the intricate dance of BDSM, where power exchange is not just a game, but a carefully crafted experience. The Dom takes charge, guiding the actions within this realm, always ensuring safety and consent.

“I am a dom, Ms. Cane I go by many names: top, dominator, master, when mixing d/s- that is domination and submission. With master/slave relations I prefer to be called ‘Sir’ by my subs. My job as a dom is to ensure my sub is pleased… at my leisure and preference, of course. I use my little room, the room you invaded, to my advantage. It comes equipped with toys of all sorts that I like to play with. My sub, a willing woman, is the best toy of all inside those walls.” By now my fingertip was playing with the zipper on her grey, seamed, cotton pants. I undid the button and proceeded to rub her pussy through her lace panties. Impressive. I like a woman who knows how to wrap it up and present it

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.

He bends down and cups my chin, forcing my face up to meet his gaze. "You are one beautiful woman, Brie. And you're all mine," he murmurs. "Get up." His power is soft full of sensual promise. Shakily, I get to my feet. "Look at me," he breathes, and I stare up into his smoldering neon gaze. It is his Dom gaze – cold, challenging, and sexy. My mouth dries, and I know I will do anything he asks. An almost cruel smile plays across his lips.

I can't help but gasped at what he did as I was waiting for what he will do next. "Fuck! What are you doing, Dom?" I asked Dom with a confused tone when he suddenly rubbed his dick on my ass, it felt so fucking weird when he rubbed his dick on me, especially since I was not used to someone doing it to me. "I'm sorry sir, it's just my fetish. I love the idea of rubbing my raging hard dick in the ass of a muscular and handsome top, it feels so dominating." Dom replied and he did not even bother to stop what he was doing to me.

"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."

he takes my top and bra off. “It’s my nature. Anyway, you shouldn’t be asking questions.” “Of course I shouldn’t.” he pulls my jeans and panties off roughly. Okay. He is good at the kissing part but all this roughness? He is so unromantic. I shouldn’t have expected more. It’s just banging and I’m out of here. “Wet now?” the douche asks slipping a finger inside me. “Do you always do this to the women you sleep with?” “I don’t do women tomboy.”