Femdom Lifestyle Novels & Stories

She is finally getting a bit braver. "It's called the BDSM lifestyle. Bondage, dominance, sadism, and masochism. Please don't be afraid or scared about it. I won't hurt you in a way that you don't like. Everything has consent—a signed contract from both of us. You set the limit; you set about what you like and don't, and if you are willing to know more, let's sit and talk." "Alright, I want to know more." We both sit on the bed, and I send her a digital contract from my phone.

Obviously. “Levi. I am going to tell you something but need you to remember that you were made for me and I you for a reason.” Taking a long breath I began. “I am a Bi-Room Dominate at Swingers. I understand you may not know what that means but to me it means that I like to control my partners. For those partners that misbehave, I punish them. For those that listen and bring me joy, I reward them. I have never dated. I have only had partners at the club. I am either assigned a partner or am asked for. Either way I take pleasure in both genders. While typically I get a lot of women I also tend to get a lot of couples looking to spice things up a bit. Sometimes I get to play with both, sometim

Just the pictures alone made more juices flow from her pussy and her nipples harden to points, pressing against the soft fabric of the t-shirt. "Are you a dominant or submissive?" read the headline on the home page. "Explore your hidden feelings," the message encouraged her. "Read the messages from people who embraced the lifestyle. See what works for you. You could be missing out on complete sexual fulfillment." Her eyes widened at the pictures of women on their knees, hands bound behind their backs, large cocks filling their mouths. Wearing collars of all kinds-leather, thin metal, some studded with jewels-as they knelt at the feet of their master, narrow metal clamps tightened on their ni

“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?”

She wiggled her brows and parted her lips into a wide toothy grin. I chuckled, feeling embarrassed, but not as much as I did before. This woman was so easy to talk to, like I could spew all my secrets to her about my bedroom antics because she seemed to know what she was talking about. “No . . . not really. They all have specific sexual tastes, and I try to cater to them all. Not that I'm complaining. I'm getting the best sex of my life, and it helps that they are all hung like Trojans. All four of them. How lucky am I? I've got a passionate one, a Daddy Dom, one who's into BDSM, and a wild beast. Oh, and he likes to shift during sex. It's nothing too creepy, it just makes him look excessive

"Not after everything we've done together. I feel so much when I'm with you." Chad frowned thoughtfully, recognizing the truth in her words. Cassandra had bared herself in ways most people never did - both literally and figuratively. There was something inherently vulnerable about submitting so completely to another person's will. But he also knew Cassandra's capacity for love and intimacy ran deep. She deserved to experience it without the constant specter of their Dom/sub dynamic hovering over them. "Maybe we don't need to be normal," he said slowly, an idea taking shape in his mind. "Maybe we can find our own middle ground between these worlds - something that feeds your submission while

I was classified as a dom, a mommy/master dom, not that I was too in the pet play scene back then, but I was classified as it, most of us get classified into lifestyles that we know nothing about, I'm not the first one ever. As I kept on learning over and over again, the pet play I'm in isn't too deep, I'm a mommy first, but instead of having a little girl or boy I wanna have a little puppy, puppies are so adorable, but the kitten play has stolen the light from them. It became overrated in my view, better have a little puppy, I can put them on a leash, I can pet their ears and tail, I can dress them up, put a collar on them, and instead of using a crib for when I'm not home I can use a cage.

There, or outside four walls, he still respected me as equals. Even so, nothing stopped me from bending down and crawling towards him. Dennis opened a singing smile, his eyes scorching with raw desire. He liked that submission. I never asked, but I liked it. It was a fetish we had in common. Because I loved the way he put me on a pedestal and treated me like someone who deserved the best of sex, but who should also deserve it.

She looks at me, waiting. "Well, we came to the conclusion: I love Steve, but not like a partner; I love him like he is my Dom, so the other option is I am his submissive along with Sean's. It is possible to have two Doms, but even that feels weird, but if I don't try, I won't know, right?" She rolled her eyes at my response. "You can't just have one. How, guy? Can you? you have to go and take two, well, three if you add Vladimir." She laughed, then her face got all serious.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the kitchen. “Say it,” he growled, slamming deeper. “Say you belong to me.” “I belong to you,” she breathed, her voice breaking. “Louder.” “I belong to you, Victor!” He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit while he fucked her harder. Elara’s body shook. She hated how good it felt. The drug made everything stronger. Her pussy clenched around him as pleasure built fast. Victor leaned over her back, his mouth close to her ear. “You will always obey me. At home. At work. Everywhere. You’re mine to use. Say it.”