Femdom Book Novels & Stories

"And bad girls need to be punished." "YES!" I screamed. "Punish me, Dominic! Fuck me right here!" Dominic didn't waste any more time. He lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the dining table. He pushed my books and papers onto the floor with one sweep of his arm. He knelt between my legs and pushed them wide apart. He moved his head down and began to suck on my nipples. He was being rough, using his teeth, and I loved it. "AAHHH! YEAH! RIGHT THERE!" I yelled. The dining room was big, and my voice echoed off the walls. "FUCK, THAT FEELS SO GOOD!"

"I want you to control me Victor. I want you to own my pussy and tell me when I can come. I am so wet for your cock please." His hand stopped spanking and moved between my legs. He rubbed my swollen clit fast and rough making me shake. Then he pushed two thick fingers deep inside my tight hole and fucked me with them. It felt amazing and I moaned like a whore. My juices covered his hand as he went faster. I was so close to coming but he kept teasing me right to the edge then slowed down. The tension built higher and higher inside me. I felt emotional because this was so wrong but so perfect. My stepdad was dominating me and I loved giving in. "Do not come yet you brat," Victor ordered in his

46. I like to dominate cute goth girls like you. I like to treat entertainers like the sluts and whores I’m paying you to be. I want to make you gag on my cock and stretch you with toys until your pussy is used up and dripping, juicy. I want anal play, deep and hard, and I want to slap your ass while I’m doing it. Another thing, high on my list, is that I want to punish those lovely big tits of yours. And all the while, I want you to be a good little girl and call me Sir.

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

I approached her, and she was getting scared. "What's wrong, I dont say anything," she said. Her voice trembled, but suddenly I felt a passion when I saw her frightened face. Strange sexual arousal because it is mixed with anger besides lust. Is it a sexual disorder when you get excited when you see your wife scared? I don't know, but the passion is so urgent to vent. I approached Nadya and pulled her towards me, she was getting scared, and I was getting excited. Maybe it's a sexual disorder, which I just had. And this is the worst part, I slapped Nadya until she fell to the floor. It was the first time I raised my hand to her, and the excitement peaked again when I saw her fall on the floor

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” “You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” “Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?” “He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged. “What's a DOM?” “A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”

Once she crosses her threshold, it was his reign over her. "Mhmph!" She exclaims, the man understood without her uttering a legible word. She was close. Incredibly close. "Fuck, I can feel your wetness." He claims, having her thrusted it- or rather humped into- another bombastic orgasm. Her sweet voice was spilling from her throat. The man presses his body on her to let her be pinned to the bed. Also not to rise along with him. He was a kind of a sex torturer, she thought.

“Raviora, ugh.. damn it!” “D-Daddy.. mhmm! Uhmmm. I like it s-so much,” Calling him daddy every time gives me inappropriate scenarios in my mind. Like the usual, I closed my eyes and feel his thrust, imagining him doing more aside from thrusting. I could feel him squeezing me, giving my butt hard slaps. “Do you wanna c-m?” He whispered to my cheeks making my cheeks turn red. Adam grabbed and palmed my both books. I twisted my head a bit to kiss him. A small moan came out from it before nodding. “Y-Yes...”

Eli breathes, shivering as Damian’s lips and hands claim him. “Good,” Damian growls. “And now… you take me as I give you. You will learn to obey, to crave, to need… all while I control every part of you.” Eli trembles, body aching, mind spinning, as Damian begins the first intimate lesson in full—teaching surrender, dominance, and pleasure in a way that binds them together in both desire and control. Every gasp, every whimper, every moan reinforces the connection. Damian’s hands, lips, and voice guide him completely, until Eli is utterly, deliciously, and willingly consumed by Damian’s dominance.

What would it feel like to be locked in that cage, naked and waiting, with his footsteps approaching? I kept reading, heart racing faster. He had a list of rules for subs and that was to address him as Dom always, no touching yourself without permission, and daily tasks to prove devotion. One entry talked about a scene he'd done, binding a guy, edging him for hours with a vibrator on his cock, denying him release until he begged to be broken. Then, finally, fucking him rough while the viberator still buzzed inside him. Reading those words made me leak, my hole aching, empty and desperate. I wanted that denial, the slow build, the flood of release, the overwhelming sensation of being taken ha