Femdom Book Novels & Stories

“But first… let’s make our little bride come again while she’s stuffed full of family cock. Make her scream for us, Zoya. Let Uncle Victor hear how loud you get when you’re being used like a proper family whore.” I was completely lost — moaning, drooling, shaking — utterly surrendered to the two powerful men using me so filthily on my wedding night. My mind had gone hazy with pleasure, shame, and overwhelming need. I had never felt more filthy… or more dangerously alive. Dom gathered fresh wetness from my dripping pussy, coating his fingers thoroughly before sliding them back to my tight, untouched asshole. He rubbed the slick pad of one finger in slow, teasing circles around the sensitive r

The notification lit up my phone at 11:47 PM. KinkConnect: New match - DomDaddy_SFBay I was three glasses of wine deep, sprawled on my couch in just a t-shirt and panties, my hand already between my legs because I'd been scrolling through profiles for the past hour getting myself worked up. I clicked on his profile with my free hand, still slowly circling my clit with the other. Ryan, 34. Experienced Dom. Not interested in brats or princesses. Looking for a slut who knows her place and wants to be used properly. If you need your hand held through every step, swipe left.

He expected the book to end there but it continued further, going into what a fake dominant was. Someone who would take advantage of a submissive's loyalty. Fake dominants were known to be extremely dangerous. They lured in people who were new to the lifestyle and took advantage of them. He read carefully as the book explained signs of a fake dominant. The most important thing it discussed was how dangerous fake dominants were; they could be known to go past a submissive's limits and take advantage of the consent and trust they had been given.

All parties interested in the kinks mentioned here must conduct their own due diligence and not blindly follow everything written here. I highly advise readers to use their discretion before practicing BDSM, especially when it comes to consent which I’m totally big on. Again, I do not condone the stuff that happens in this book. Liberties were taken a lot here especially with the business and pharmacology angles. I take all the blame for that. The book will be more drama/erotic-based anyway. Here, you’ll find a controlling, obsessive, jealous male Dom and a bratty female sub. If that isn’t your cup of tea, please do not read this book.

Like the woman I imagined he wanted. Back in my room, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up p**n on my phone, headphones in. The video showed a dominant older man devouring a younger woman. I spread my legs, fingers sliding under the lace to plunge inside myself. Two fingers, then three, thrusting in time with the moans in my ears. I imagined Mason’s voice in my head — *Good girl. Take it for Daddy.* My hips rocked, breasts heaving, the fantasy consuming me. The door clicked shut.

With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’

He didn’t want to hurt anyone ever again. The end of DOMINATED BY HIM, Check out my other book (Lost In Lust). Thank you awesome readers.

"Get moving. Show me your underwear when you return so I know you've obeyed." She scampered to get her clothes. I put on my slave jewelry and Lisa put on her leathers. "You're very mean," Lisa said, "not letting her cum again." "Dominants are frequently mean. She might as well get used to it." I found one of my favorite sex slave books. One I tended to read certain passages of with some regularity before my own slavery started. Now, I only had to remember my own experiences, and I couldn't masturbate anymore, so there was no point.

No matter what’s happening, the irreverent little goofball can always make me laugh. I firmly squeeze her ankle, returning her to the sensations at hand – or in this case, at foot. Ryah trembles from my every touch. I bite her arch and her breath catches, a sweet sound of need. My heart and cock pound in reaction to her every response. I’m a self-assured Dom, certain of my authority, my skills and my appeal. I worked for over a year in a fetish club, giving countless women the pleasure or pain that they needed. It became an addiction for me: dominating women. Using them to meet my own cravings, because that’s what I needed, too.

The photo is of a fat male clad in skin tight leather from head to toe, whipping a female suspended … from the ceiling. “He’s uhm… He’s a collector of “rare” females. Different races, different creatures. So I’m certain having a pregnant red wolf would be a fabulous addition. He’s probably got at least a dozen wives, numerous girlfriends. Who knows how many kids. Gets his money from his shipping businesses… you know containers that can bring you anything you want discreetly. He’s one of the most notorious doms in the world of underground S&M. He’s brutal, gets off on the pain he inflicts. He probably owns a third of the bondage clubs in Europe. Girls that don’t hold up, that he thinks are we