Femdom Lifestyle Novels & Stories

They almost sound the same. “What does it mean to sign a submissive contract”. She typed and tapped for answers. “Lifestyle submissive have sets of rules between themselves and their partners which govern their relationship. It might be small things such as calling your partner a term like ‘sir’ or ‘master’, it could be doing domestic labor, or it could involve spending large amounts of time naked in a cage”. She read and she almost choked on her own breath. She began to cough while caressing her neck which woke Silver up from sleep.

But he liked it when a consenting woman showed a hint of apprehension, which was not the same as fear. The real pleasure for him as a Dom was being with a woman who trusted him completely but didn't necessarily trust herself to give in to the pleasure right away. The woman's inner struggle to finally let go was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. If Little Mac wanted to go to Russia, she had to prove she could take anything and surrender to the feelings she hid within herself.

Ransom growls. "You were in prison. Carley was gone. I needed, something... Something that wasn't fighting and killing. I never could go from girl to girl like Arson. I couldn't date and have contests on who could steal whose girl or get the girl to take them both like Weston and Arson. I became a submissive to a couple. The husband would fuck his wife and have me watch, then he would watch as she fucked me. I learned a lot during those two years I was contracted with them. After that, I became a Dom." Jase explains while Ransom and share mirroring looks of shock. This is something neither of us knew. "Oh, man! I was not expecting that!" We hear Jax shout from behind the bathroom.

“You know what? I have the perfect cat for you. He’s a new face around here but I can tell he’s desperate for a play. You’ve always been my best gal so why don’t you take him?” She hands me a file with a list of the sub’s interests: objectification, degradation, findom, voyeurism, exhibitionism, feet fetish, temperature play, sadism/masochism, breath play, anal play, feminization, but golden shower is at the top of the list. I smile. “He’s perfect! I guess I’ll need a drink. Plenty of drinks!” I say with a wink. **** The room is lit with red bulbs. I see him immediately, kneeling on the floor with his head down.

My devotion as a wife over those eight years meant absolutely nothing to him. "Damn it, so you’ve got the guts to stand up to me now, huh?" He tried to intimidate me, hoping I would lose my nerve and tremble with fear. I knew him better than anyone—better even than his own mother did. Simon was a master at manipulating people's emotions; he was a narcissist who always believed he was right and entitled to everything.

I swallowed hard, "I see. It seems that he frequents this dungeon often?" "He rarely visits in person, but most of the submissives who work here have played with him before. They say he is the most respectful, skillful, and caring Dom here." One of them smiled. It was obvious that he thought I should feel lucky to serve such a man. "It sounds like today is my lucky day! I don't even know how I got here, let alone being selected by such a great master…" I murmured, but enough for him to hear, playing a game to see if one of them would divulge how I had ended up here tonight.

CHAPTER 1 He wanted to serve. He needed a Mistress to take control of him. A Mistress to please in every way she desired or demanded. A Mistress that would find out his fetishes and then use them against him to tease, torture and deny him. She wanted a slave to order. She wanted someone to serve her and obey her. She wanted to be more aggressive and demanding. No questions or disapproving looks or thinking, just submitting to her. She wanted a toy to play with and put away when satisfied, when she desired. A Pet.

“You see, Eve? I provide for your every need. You have no decisions to make, no responsibilities to concern yourself with. Your only task is to wear what I tell you, and to open your legs for me when I command it.” “This isn’t a honeymoon, Dominik,” I manage to say, my voice tight with a mixture of fury and shame. “It’s a breeding camp.” “The two are not mutually exclusive,” he replies smoothly. He reaches out, his hand tracing the line of my jaw. “And I’ve taken care of all the arrangements to ensure maximum efficiency.”

She pressed her pussy down against me and made me pant. “ harder , Tim,” she moaned. “Eat my pussy like you mean it. I thrust my tongue inside,greedily sucking her clit like a vacuum. After a few minutes, she pushed my head back. “Enough. Lay down.” I did as I was told. She went to the side drawer, pulled out the handcuffs, and started securing my wrists onto the headboard. “You are mine to use. Mine to fuck as I please.” Strapping a big, curved, black dildo with veins to her waist , she said, “I'm going to use this on your ass, Tim. Beg me. Beg me to fuck your ass.”

Later, tucked into bed between Mark and Jax, the heavy collar still locked around her throat, Emma whispered hoarsely, “Thank you… for pushing me.” Mark kissed her forehead. “You took it so beautifully. Our pregnant gangbang queen.” Emma smiled sleepily, one hand resting on her cum-covered belly as the twins settled. Her body ached in the most satisfying way. She had been used harder than ever before, pushed to new limits, and she had never felt more owned, more loved, or more alive. The massive gangbang was a new milestone in her total submission. Five men. One thoroughly bred, changed, and willing woman. And she already wondered when they would do it again.