Femdom Book Novels & Stories

"You're drenched. Absolutely soaked. Your pussy's so swollen, so ready." He circled my clit with one finger—feather-light touches that made me squirm. "Please," I begged again. "Stop teasing." "Tell me what you want." "Touch me. Fuck me with your fingers. Make me come." He pushed two fingers inside me without warning, and I cried out at the sudden intrusion. His fingers were thicker than Marcus's, stretching me. "Fuck," Dominic groaned. "You're so tight. Gripping my fingers like a vice." He pumped them slowly, curling them to hit that spot inside me that Marcus could never find. "And so wet. I can hear it."

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.

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.

I opened it and swallowed hard when I saw the title: “Punishment for a subject who attempts to flee from the master.” Subject? Master? This man stated that he wanted me, and I was currently nothing more than a subject to him. “Read it!” he barked. “The subject is to please the master with BDSM sex, conforming to all of his desires, and she must ensure that the master is completely satisfied.” He took the book from me after I had read it aloud. “A maid will come by and clean you up, and then you will meet me in my playroom,” he said, kissing my cheek before leaving the room.

I needed to taste his lips again. He let go of my grip and cuffed my hands to both edges of the bed. I could no longer touch him; I could only feel the vibration on my pussy and his warm mouth on my nipples. He took the black veil and tied my eyes. The feeling was so erotic that I moaned at the suspense of his actions. I felt his soft hand circling on my pussy but not penetrating. I begged him to stop. I couldn't take it any longer, but my pleadings only fed his ego as he inserted the dildo slowly at the tip of my pussy.

“We have a long year ahead of us, Maya. Why don’t we try to build on friendship? It will be better for appearances and for us.” “What’d you have in mind? More poker games?” An image of her sprawled in his lap flashed in his mind. Of full breasts pressed against his chest. Of squirming, soft, female flesh all over him, ready to burn up in his arms. As if on cue, he looked up and read the title of the book right beside her in full presentation. How to Give a Woman Multiple Orgasms.

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.