Femdom Indonesia Novels & Stories

“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?”

Just imagining it, the floor the woman was sitting on was instantly wet. Maureen has resigned herself to being treated like a bitch for as long as Darren likes their time together. She closed her eyes, finding her own fingers exploring. Her legs folded, holding the tingles down there. Those words were like a mantra asking her to be a total slut. Ben shook Maureen's shoulder, distracting her from her fantasy of being touched. Witnessing the woman's difficulty in control, he considered quickly. Being a dominant aka a master has the power to give orders as long as it does not violate the agreement, they agreed upon at the beginning, and an agreement must be carefully thought out because the sla

Tonight he’d blindfolded her so when he did strip down, she couldn’t see anything. Domini tried to wrap her head around the fact he always bent her over the closest horizontal surface. He’d not allowed additional touching, no eye contact. And by bending her over, three freakin’ times now, she wouldn’t feel the difference of his artificial leg as he pounded into her from behind. She’d just remember how hot and kinky it was that he fucked her so thoroughly. Don’t move. Keep your hands just like that. If he commanded her during the actual act of sex as well as foreplay, then she’d be less inclined to disobey and reach back to grab his thigh. Or the stump where his thigh used to be.

"You know how you said you and Indiyah went to therapy? Did she ever ask for stuff that was completely out of your comfort zone? Like, crazy sexual stuff?" Ace stopped drinking and let out a loud laugh. I just sat there waiting for him to stop laughing. Maybe asking Ace about this is a bad idea. "Oh, man. You have no idea. Indiyah tried to drag me into the whole BDSM world a couple of years ago. She bought handcuffs, whips. EVERYTHING. She wanted me to be this aggressive, dominant master character." My ears perked up. "And? What did you do?"

JULIA After supper and listlessly watching TV for a couple hours, I went to bed with my laptop and searched for Mistress Dark on the web. She had a professionally designed web page showing what services she offered. A lot of them were directed towards offering her services to subs without dominants, but she also offered training, and sold products for the well equipped slave owners home. Her website showed photos of many of the furniture products in use, with only the genitals or breasts of the model blacked out. As I looked at some of them, I felt myself get wet again, imagining myself displayed and used like this, uncompromisingly serving a demanding owner. I needed to cum again. I took of

He was currently knee-deep in building a luxury resort and knowing him, it was going to be one of the most exclusive places around. I raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ll regret that eventually, trust me. Look, these women all pretend to be cool with the whole Dom/Sub thing, and I pay them well—very well, even while we’re married. Thank God we've got airtight agreements, written and signed. If it weren’t for those, I would probably be serving time by now.”

When everything was tidy, she asked, "Are there many male submissives?" "More than you might think. There's an entire category of Dominance and submission called femdom, involving female dominants and male submissives. We had a friend who turned out to be submissive, but his wife did not want to be a dominant. He's currently hiking the Pacific Crest Trail with a female who did want a male bitch. There are also gay submissives submitting to gay dominants." Janet was silent, considering. "So it's not really a question of gender; it's a question of predisposition towards submission."

I order and she obeys. These days, I'm starting to get obsessed with acting like a dom. No wonder Kaden was unhappy when I restricted him from doing it with my soul mate. I have always been her rightful husband and mate. It's just that she was so much in love with him too. In love with two hot men I guess. This Dom/sub thing can be so much fun, sexually. My hand rubs across her behind, smoothing one of her cheeks. "You have such a nice ass for Daddy to punish," I tell her, slapping her behind.

Doing what she was told to, she was helping the new slave perfect technique at the earliest stations, laying the groundwork for the more advanced techniques. Devon's attention was brought back to Dominique when he heard her voice commanding R to fuck her, and do it right or else. Devon smiled as he imagined Dominique beating R for triggering his orgasm too early, R would probably not survive the beating. Dominique had once beaten a slave nearly to death for denying her orgasm. That slave had spent weeks being nursed back to health, and afterwards was more dedicated in pleasuring his master. Devon returned his attention to the files, he had a couple updates to make, and he started on them. Ca

The chat flooded within seconds. Names. Tips. Praise. Old subs resurfacing. New ones gasping. But Domica didn’t look at the screen. Her focus was on him. She circled once, slow, dragging her gloved finger along his spine until he shivered. Then came the clamps. She clipped them to his nipples with cold, ritualistic care. Not cruel—but not kind, either. She twisted one, and he moaned around the gag. “You remember how this works, pet,” she purred. “Pleasure is earned. But pain is your privilege.”