Femdom Lifestyle Novels & Stories

"I can handle anything you bring at me Mr GreenEyes!" That only angers him more. "I don't think so. Even with a broken arm, I'm one of the strongest men in our team!" I know this tactic. He's trying to distract me from the task at hand, so he can defeat me. "Oh? What team?" I ask sarcastically. Smirking, thinking he's managed it, he continues. "We are a Dom company. We collect dominants and train them, and find them submissive souls to use and abuse. We know what you do, and one of our clients wants you, and only you."

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.

"Why can't you see? he gives me what I need, not what I want. only a real Dom knows what a woman needs, without asking questions. for years I have had men giving me what I want, or getting what they want. he gives me what I need; he wants to please me and serve me, as a Dom just like I want to serve him as his Sub." "Can you say that every guy you have been with has known without asking what you need even though most of the time we don't even know what that is?" She looked at me like I had offended her; it was a simple question. I can easily say before Sean no man knew what I needed; yes, they gave me what I asked for or wanted but never what I needed. "My lifestyle and sex life have no comp

That is just so bad. "Tell me something Kitten" I nod, he really shouldn't be calling me kitten. "Did I do it all wrong this time? Every other time my submissives were purely submissive, should I have separated the lifestyle from life?" "No, look around you Jackson, at your work. How many of those Dom and Mistresses have a full-time slave that is also their wife or husband? They don't have issues. Because they are equal, the Dom gets things he wants, and so does his slave".

Dominic smiled and climbed onto the bed between them, pulling both girls against his chest. The contract was signed. Their new lives had officially begun. x****x♡˖********x****x♡˖ Over the next few months, the transformation became complete. Aria and Lila were rarely allowed clothes. They served Dominic together every single day, waking him with their mouths, showering with him, cooking for him while naked, and spending most nights in his bed being used in every possible way. He took them to private parties where powerful men watched them perform. He made them fuck each other on camera for his personal collection. He bred them regularly, filling them with load after load, telling them he loo

Chantel spoke up now and said, "That goes for me too, baby. If I ever do anything like that, please tell me." I nodded, as I smiled at both of their genuine feelings about my comfort level. Mom continued, "Now I have been involved in the BDSM lifestyle, so to speak, since before Chantel was born. I prefer what we did this afternoon and I really do not get into the hardcore pain like some people. You two are obviously free to do whatever you want on your own, but if I am the dominatrix than what Chantel experienced this afternoon would be the limit of my pain administration. I prefer the more sexual submission and sensual bondage scene, such as sex while restrained and blindfolded, forced org

“Agreed.” “What are your demands?” Dominic kept his expression stoic. “I will expect Rafaella to comply with the rules of our lifestyle, no other man may touch her except for me. She will not question me about famiglia business unless I choose to discuss it with her. She will not work, but I also do not expect her to sit idly. She may practice any hobbies she has and further her studies. If she has piercings anywhere other than her ears, I want them removed. I will also expect her to wax her pussy.”

"So it's like you follow his orders?" Heidi bobbed her head from side to side. "Kind of," she said. "It's more of just conforming to what your Dom wants, doing things his or her way. At its core, it's really about someone having power over someone else. Dale was never very good at it. It mainly devolved into him ordering me onto my knees to... well... you know. Or he'd make me sit on the floor, or he'd come on my face when I was sleeping."

she grins with a faraway look as if remembering her friend. "You're a sub too?" "Mhm, it's so fun." I nod, neither agreeing nor denying that it might be fun or not because I know next to nothing about it besides the fictional books that depict huge amounts of orgasms and needy women who lap up men's attention. "Let's go shopping; I know exactly what Sebastian likes. We'll have him like putty in your hands." "I don't need him to buy me things," I hesitate. "Nonsense, that's precisely what our Dom's do. They provide, and in return, we submit on our knees and allow them to use our bodies for their sexual pleasure."

“I used to think it was because I was with a church organization for a lot of years and they taught us sex—wanting it, doing it—was totally wrong. But my real problem is I worry too much I won’t measure up because I’m so inexperienced. And if you haven’t realized it yet, I’m also shy.” Cam smiled. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Domini rolled her eyes. “So I’ve always fantasized about finding a man who will take away my choice, who won’t let me be shy about any aspect of sex. A man who will command me to please him and myself, but who won’t physically hurt me.” “You looking at playing master and slave? The boot licking, collar-wearing type of role-playing and pretend punishments?” “No. I just…do