Femdom Island Novels & Stories

“Love, are we going to that island? I continue to ask Isaac and this time he answered me detailed. “You see that? We will gonna stay on that island for two days. Are you excited? “Really? Wow, Love is this private or some residents are there? “This is private, I and William are the owner of this island. Only the caretaker is here. We used to hang out here when we want to get away from the busy city of New York. This place is our haven and you're the first woman I bring here”. Isaac explained to me softly. I listened to him intently and I couldn't believe how can they own an island. I still couldn't get used to how rich Isaac is, he is so humble that sometimes you will not believe how rich he

“There is this place in a land far, far away. It is an island near Asia. On this island, there is a secret resort.” Baffled by his story, she grew even more puzzled. “This island is only for…” Feeling wound up, she really wanted to know, but he was stroking her arm as he talked and he smelled so damned good. “Slaves.” He said the one word with a special tone. “Slaves?” He nodded and lightly caressed her arm. “But they are all male sex slaves.” Angel’s eyes widened. “They are hijacked men and they are taken into bondage.”

Jasmine repeated, "you really are from the island." "I'm your English slut, your French whore, your teenage dream," Dana declared, even though she was in her early twenties. Jasmine continued fucking her teenage dream, yet another fantasy of hers was becoming a reality. Although she was mostly submissive and a born pleaser, once in a while she fantasized of domming a young girl, disciplining a student who had pissed her off. Imagining Jenna, an eighteen year old student from last semester who was a pain in the ass submitting to her had occurred a few times and now Jasmine had her own teenager to dominate. These thoughts had Jasmine thrusting hard and deep into her slut's ass, each deep forwa

Then rolled her eyes. "Why you should still need to find that Isabella, Mateo? He shouldn't waste his time for that," she muttered under her breath and about to go out for a cafe when her phone ring. She picked it up, the screen displayed the number from one of the men she had hired for the kidnapping. "Boss, long time no call." She rolled her eyes and put her arms across her chest. "Report," she started. "Everything is proceeding as planned, boss. Isabella's is isolated on that remote island, completely unaware of her husband and child. That place will keep her away from her family, for sure." She smirked.

The screen lit up seconds later, displaying a map dotted with highlighted properties. Damian studied it briefly. “Zoom here.” The map focused. An island appeared. Private. Isolated. Already under Blackwell ownership, though rarely used. Damian lifted his hand and pointed. “That one.” The room went completely silent. An island. “For his birthday?” someone asked before they could stop themselves. Damian ignored the question and continued. “I want it converted.” “Converted into… what, sir?” the coordinator asked cautiously. “A medical research and rehabilitation facility,” Damian said evenly.

"Sigh, if it wasn't for you..." Ethan Brooks shook his head, pretending to be troubled, but still made a "compromise." Luna immediately cheered, and jumped off the cabin, her face flushed as she pounced towards Ethan Brooks, even puckering her lips. Is it finally happening? A man and a woman stranded on a deserted island, living together day and night, feelings could develop. Was she finally going to take the initiative to throw herself into his arms? With an excited heart and trembling hands, Ethan Brooks breathed rapidly, ready to embrace the incoming happiness with his eyes slightly closed.

There were also couples f*cking on a bench along the pathway to the penthouse where I am staying. Young or old couples. Threesome or same-sex. There's even a foursome. But no one is concerned about the environment because this is a natural occurrence on the island. This island was built for it, a sex island. Members of the organization who desired to satisfy their sex life came here and fulfilled their sexual fantasies. Girls here were repeatedly operated on to be tight and feel like virgins again. They were taught to be the best sex partners possible, with wild and heightened sexual lusts that drove men insane. They were drugged to last for long periods of sex, especially those greedy men w

"I keep wondering what will change him. I'm almost sick of it. Eight months already? It seems like two months to me." "Woman." She tapped my shoulder, wearing a cunning smile. "Just end it, ok? I'm also sick of seeing you in this bondage. That dude doesn't deserve you. Can't you see that?" "No. I won't give up," I protested, scowling at her. She rolled her eyes. "But seriously, you're so blind. Not only is he making you feel lonely. He's also stressing you intentionally. He's literally treating you like a maid."

"It is poetic, really." The plane began its descent. Leo looked out the window. Below him, the dark ocean stretched out infinitely, until lights appeared on the horizon. A small island. "That is it," Eleanor said, pointing. "The Black Lily. No laws. No rules. Just transactions." As the wheels touched down on the island runway, a thought struck Leo. The Hole. Silas had mentioned it once, in a fleeting moment of vulnerability. It wasn't just a prison. It was a legend. A place where men went to be remade.

Right, she was wearing nothing but his shirt. “Good morning, my lady.” Isabel’s nipples turned hard on hearing his voice husky with longing. Her insides trembled with desire and hunger as Dylan’s hand traveled under the shirt to her inner thighs while his lips worked on her neck. Too horny to speak, she jumped on her mate, wrapping her legs around his torso as he pressed them harder against the wall, inserting his fingers inside her almost immediately. This is the side of her mate she has been craving to see long ago. She wanted him to tame her in bed, to dominate and use her as he pleased, whenever he wanted.