Femboy Dom Novels & Stories

All he had on was a pair of leather shorts and an iron collar. 'Okay, iron collar means submissive,' she thought. 'Check.' There was an iron collar on the green-eyed redheaded female wearing a robe that Elvira Mistress of the Dark would have considered risqué. She also had those damn freckles that could drive men mad for no apparent reason, and her lips were full and inviting. Behind those iron-ring clad folk that were kneeling were two men and a woman, and these had to be the doms (or dommes, if you prefer). One was dressed in black cowboy boots, leather pants, and an ankle-length duster.

“Your daddy’s friends are running a train on you in his dining room, and you’re still talking shit. I fucking love it.” He fucks me hard and fast, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip with bruising force. Dom doesn’t have Vincent’s patience or Marcus’s brutality. Dom fucks like it’s a sport — competitive and cocky and angled perfectly because he’s been watching the other three figure out what makes me cum and he’s using every piece of information against me. “Your little college boyfriend fuck you like this?” he pants, driving deep enough that I feel him in my chest.

The blonde woman raised her eyebrows at the girl. "But if you're...busy, it's okay." Sapphire continued, lowering her voice as she glanced back at the woman. Is that her girlfriend? Wife? "I'll go." Dom's tone was filled with authority. Like every word that came from his mouth was a law. "What about me, Dom?" The blonde sultrily said, putting her hand to her bare waist. She was wearing nothing but a black underwear set. Sapphire tried to remove her gaze from the half-naked woman, wondering what did they do before she came.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

It was a new message from him. Dominanttothecore: “Yes. You can call me Dom while we talk, and if we meet up, I demand it. It is good that you asked. I’ve read your profile, and I like what I see. But let me be clear, if you’re only looking for a quick thrill, I’m not the Dom for you. I want a steady, devoted play partner, someone I can push, test, and train, someone who learns my expectations, who obeys without hesitation, and who trusts me to take control and fulfill every need. In return, I will demand their loyalty, attention, and surrender because anything less will never be enough.”

Now you are officially friendzoned, babe. DomDom: Calling me babe won’t ease the pain of getting friendzoned, Diaz. Me: Wow ! So it has the same effect as messaging me at midnight. Hehe. DomDom: Since we are friends now, then you are a crazy bitch. Haha. Me: Showing your true colours now, Dom Dog ? xx DomDom: Lol no. Not yet XD Me: You are worse ? Oh my God !! DomDom: The girl on my dick is calling. Gotta go ! Bye sweet cheeks xx

Anticipation of what exactly, pleasing him? "Slave, milk him, give him a treat." Dominique said. She watched Robert's face change and Dominique saw a pleased little impish smile on Jeannette's face. She was enjoying this; she was getting as much pleasure as Robert was. Dominique was struck by an impression; Jeannette was striving to be a perfect fuck, the sexual partner that Robert would remember forever.

I’m Jasmine, a 19-year-old femboy, and this is the story of how I became Ren’s submissive plaything. It all started when Ren and I met online, bonding over our shared interests in BDSM and strap-on play. We clicked instantly, and before long, we were planning to meet up and take our virtual fantasies to the real world.

The bottom was a short, layered mini skirt made from the same shiny material, with a wide black belt, and there were attached garters that connected to fishnet thigh-high stockings, hugging my legs like a second skin. I took a deep breath and stepped out, glancing down at myself before facing Celine. Her eyes widened as she sat up straighter on the couch. "You have to get that. It's giving Dom mum" I looked nervous, walking to the other mirror in the room and turning. "I don't think Zephyr's the type who likes being dominated." "You can never know," she said, stretching on the couch. "Low-key, these men like their women in charge once in a while."

she irked her brow smiling flirtatiously now. Kane forced himself to look away, "you are looking for someone you can call a booty call later?" "Hey! Come on man, I don't call girls booty call, I mean I don't have someone special. I prefer to call it, a trip to the heaven" she winked.