Femdom Indonesia Novels & Stories

Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission.

We were by the pool under a tent the house slaves had raised and a couple of slave boys stood to one side moving large fans to give us a bit of cool air. Domina and Dominus wanted to fuck, but they didn’t like to do it in their bed chamber since they would have to sleep in their own liquids. Domina loved watching Dominus being sucked by either Laixa or myself. While we watched I gently massaged her breasts and her soft flower until it was wet and ready. Laixa was careful not to make Domino reach his peak, which would mean he couldn’t perform with his wife. “I’m ready, my dear,” she said in a sultry voice.

Barbie just kept staring at me with adoration on her face. Janice reached out to pull her head around and I pushed a command at her. "Stop. No touching her. That's force, it's not domination. Use words to get what you want from your sluts. That's what a true Dom does. Would you like a demonstration?" She growled at me and then nodded. I pushed as I said, "Cum Janice." Janice's knees gave out, she collapsed to the floor, as she threw back her head and screamed. "Oh GOD! OH GOD I'm CUMMMMMIIIIINNNGGG!"

The hottest Dom is standing in front of me with handcuffs in hand and a smirk on his face. That’s incredibly arousing. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have him as my Master. He binds my right leg to the chair’s back leg and repeats the process with my left leg. Then he secures my hands behind my back to the chair with the handcuffs. This position is uncomfortable, but it’s intensifying my desires. My bare body is fully exposed in front of him as he stands there in his suit. It evinces my powerlessness and his absolute control. This feeling of being under his intense dominance always brings me a unique kind of pleasure and satisfaction.

Benita asked, studying my face. I blushed at that. “He is older. Old enough to know exactly what he's doing," I said evasively. Benita grinned. "I love that for you. Young guys have no idea what they're doing. Give me an experienced man who knows how to fuck properly any day." "He's not just experienced," I said, my voice dropping. "He's... dominant and commanding. He tells me what to do and I…" I broke off, embarrassed. "You obey," Benita finished, her grin widening. "Oh my God, Isadora. You're into that? The whole dom/sub thing?"

"Some Dom's like myself, consider themselves to be service Dom's. They enjoy pleasuring their partner. That is why I always allow you to have an orgasm, even if I say you can't at first. I enjoy bringing you to orgasm almost as much as I like to have them myself. There may be times that an orgasm will be truly withheld and then it will be as a punishment." We watched the sub for a few minutes until she orgasmed. Her body language told the story as she went limp. The Dom stood to release her from the wall restraints and as he took her in his arms, I realized that it was again, Daniel. I couldn't get a clear shot of the sub's face but it could be Natalia. What is he doing with her, I wondered?

After Japan surrendered to the allies and Indonesia pledged independence, Japan left. Then, said Uncle Brody, there was a Dutchman who bought the brothel from the Japanese. The Dutchman turned ianjo into bordeel. That meant, the status of jugun ianfu only turns into hoeren. The goal, as a residence for his wife's Chinese wife and the son of their childhood affair. The mistress was also the manager of bordeel or commonly known as Mother. The rules remain the same as ianjo, prostitutes were prohibited from leaving the bordeel.

I’m not into men like that and I think having a male’s voice while I’m trying to get off telling me what to do will be more than a little confusing. Either way, my research showed that there are a lot of things that a domme can do for me. Teach me some of the things that I might like. Teach me a variety of ways to get off. And just give me some one to talk to about what I want in my own sexual experiences.

They were looking for the third pillar of their empire. Sure, in the heat of the moment, Kan loved the power play. 'Get on your knees,' 'Take it all,' 'Suck me dry.' That was the bedroom. That was the game. He suspected Timothy was the type to thrive under that kind of pressure—a perfect submissive when the doors were locked and the adrenaline was high. But that was sex. He had no interest in breaking Timothy’s spirit outside those sheets. Most Doms in the District would pay a fortune to crush a guy with Timothy’s fire. They wanted to turn a lion into a house cat. But Kan and Gideon? They liked the claws.

I can hear some more shuffling and then he was telling me, "Yes, mistress, I'm naked." Mistress? I sighed internally. You seriously wouldn't believe how many men were into the whole dominatrix kink. In the beginning, it was kind of fun but by now it was getting pretty old. Mentally awakening my inner dom, I relaxed further into the sofa and flipped through the magazine."Good boy," I cooed, finding a 20 sex tips for women article. Huh, how fitting. "Now, here's what I want you to do, and you better listen closely, pet."