Femdom Lifestyle Novels & Stories

"I do have a couple. But before I answer you have to tell me which ones are you talking about." "Why?" "Because if its the anal, or the butt plug or the nipple clamps, then the answer is maybe." I don't tell her the maybe depends on her own. "And the others?" "The others, well you'll have to find out later." "But." "No, gypsy. Later." The elevator doors open and we walk out into the garage. "But I will tell you that, I am a dom." "What does that mean?" "It means," I stop and turn her so she is facing me. "It means that I enjoy making my partner submit to me. It means that in the bedroom I make the decisions."

She made fake gagging sounds. “Really, pet?” JD laughed. “Should I tell your Alpha that your misbehaving?” “You wouldn’t.” his sister hissed. “Try me. I lived with a Dom and his sub for nearly a year. One that thinks that making our mother happy and screaming because of orgasms is his sole purpose in life. Don’t tempt me.” He warned. “However, I doubt that your Dom is a pleasure Dom and your funishment would be different.” “Look at you, baby brother, using all the terms and everything.”

"Try me." At those words, she looked at him for a few minutes then sighed. "It's Bondage, Discipline or Dominant, Sadomasochism or Submissive and Masochism. In my own case, I'd be your Dominant and you'd be my submissive. I, or this situation rather, is usually called femdom." "Female dominant." She nodded. "Yes," "What do Subs do?" "They're different, for every Dom, but with you, my rules wouldn't be too much. My stepfather wants me having a sub for our training and he keeps bringing people I don't like. If I present you, I'm sure he'd be pleased."

Truth be told, I always got hard upon the mere sight of her. Jasper was lovely; I’d watched her once and twice occasionally I’d seen, and heard them. Making out, but more than that she always had a thrill to be held down, used and bred to be dominated. Bondage. She needed control, power. Not just a romp on the sheets and some few hours’ sex. I palmed my cock again, squeezing the shaft, picturing this — why I’d be better than any man she’s had. I loved being a dom. She should learn too how to be submissive and enjoy every bit of his impoverished body, with pain and pleasure.

"You're a real bitch, you know that?" She smirked, full in her self-assured power over you. "You have no idea. And now this, between you and me? It's not going to be equal. I'm going to be in charge. Ever heard of Femdom? You should go home tonight and do some homework because I have a friend who has given me plenty of ideas." You just turned and walked to the door, throwing it open and storming out.

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.

He kissed my forehead and tightened his arms around me. “Tomorrow we’ll try the machine again, but for longer. And maybe we’ll add the wand on your clit at the same time.” My pussy clenched at the thought, even though I was still sensitive. “Yes, Daddy. I can’t wait.” As I drifted off in his strong, safe arms, full of his cum and wearing his collar, I felt completely content. Every day with Daddy was becoming better than the last. I was no longer just surviving. I was living exactly the life I was meant to live as his cherished, trained, and deeply loved sex toy.

Anna's P.O.V. I'm getting ready to go to the club. It's not a normal club. It's a BDSM club. No, I'm not interested in any of this. I don't like it when people try to dominate me. I'm a free bird with my own set of rules. However, my best friend Eve is involved in this relationship. She and her Dom are in love. Dev is her Dom, and he is a nice human being but a strict Dom. He has very severe rules.

Their petty jealousy only sharpened her ruthless determination to succeed at all costs. When the music slowed, Pine pulled her closer than strictly appropriate. Vivian let him, racing heartbeat nearly deafening this near. His breath stirred her artfully curled hair as he whispered near her ear. “Tell me, little hawk - why do you fling yourself so wildly against implacable walls that blooded far mightier than you?” His low taunt electrified every nerve. She turned her head sharply, nose nearly brushing his. “Because I know no other way. When they finally do crush me, it will be as I always wished– defending my empire ferociously to the last.” She held his gaze fiercely. "I bow to no one.”

Julian was a Soft Dom, and Henri could be referred to as a Pleasure Dom. They were two sides of the same coin, and I still couldn’t choose between them. Instead, I found myself dangerously caught in the middle, where the lines between control, identity, and surrender blurred beyond recognition. One reckless decision led to another, and now I was no longer just the brat with forbidden desires. I was a wife, and a soon-to-be mother, discovering powers that both thrilled and terrified me. I doubt my father ever imagined I’d fall for Alphas instead of the rogue he had handpicked for me.