Femdom Lifestyle Novels & Stories

"I love dominating submissive women and submitting to Dominant men or women. Just now, when I was pretending to be your Mistress, dominating you and I made you cum so hard; I got a small orgasm and a whole lot of pleasure from doing so. I get more pleasure from being dominated than being Dominant. I used to fantasize about being dominated. I never fantasized the other way. If I had to give up one or the other, I'd give up being a Dominant, but I don't, so I get to keep this delicious slave." I kissed her again and Rhonda melted against me. "Now I'm going to reward my slave for being such a good girl. She's going to fuck you with a strapless vibrator while you lick my cunt." Rhonda got one of

“It was a fetish club then. Nobody actually beat you?” “Oh, I had a guy who liked to spank and I worked with him a few times but I didn’t like it so I stuck with the weird fetish guys. Dimi did the books. Darya is the dominatrix of us all. She could flog a man within an inch of his life and still make him orgasm.” “You know, when you told me BDSM club, I thought you were fucking with me but you meant it!” “I absolutely meant it.” She snickered as he growled at her. “What?”

And I wanted to give the game the middle finger, and just tackle her there. But I knew Olivia well. She would fight me with her last tooth, and I was not very much in a fighting mood, not after last night, not after Torrin. “Yes, mistress,” I said, because I quite liked this. I did not have to do anything, but be obedient. The Dom role was usually more work than pleasure, thinking of safety, checking in with your sub, restraining your darker instincts, thinking of the best rewards to match or exceed the punishment. No, this, wasn’t so bad if I got to relax and do nothing.

Auction is a way to find me interested people. It is a little scary situation. I admit to myself. Not all sub-Dom relationships are full-time. Some members engage in a sub-Dom dynamic only inside the bedroom or at the club or sometimes in specific situations. While others live a full-time lifestyle. The level of commitment and involvement in the relationship depends on each couple. They decide what they are comfortable with. I personally want it part time. Also, I don’t like the idea of being a slave or being someone’s property.

Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission.

She had a smile on her beautiful face seeing them. "Come on... Entertain me," Blair said and walked off the stage to get seated. The pets and bunnies were all on the stage and performed for the boss. All of them knew that their boss was into kinky and dominant stuff and as all of them were the professional slaves they knew how to please their master. The main priority of the doms is not to please themselves but to torture the slaves. This is the only way they feel relaxed. Blair in her profession was the cruellest and ruthless one, the slaves loved it the most.

He was currently knee-deep in building a luxury resort and knowing him, it was going to be one of the most exclusive places around. I raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ll regret that eventually, trust me. Look, these women all pretend to be cool with the whole Dom/Sub thing, and I pay them well—very well, even while we’re married. Thank God we've got airtight agreements, written and signed. If it weren’t for those, I would probably be serving time by now.”

"You were trying to seduce me when you came last time, weren't you?" "Yes, Mistress. Master possesses a device called a Slave Trainer. It keeps slaves aroused without allowing them to climax. I would be allowed two orgasms by sucking him off if I were able to get you to allow me to pleasure you, and unlimited orgasms without restriction if I could get you to return my favors." "The other slave must do the same thing today?" "Yes, Mistress." "Do you like women? Had you done anything like this before?" "You were only the second woman I'd ever done that for. The dominatrix who Master used to teach me was the first woman I'd been with. I prefer men. Master is more comfortable if I'm with women s

"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."

But he had never seen her laughter yet. "Okay. Lady first, I like the sound of it. So now let's start our business. " "What business and could you get off me? I can't breathe!" Wirata said and tried to push his heavy body off hers. "Have you got Alzheimer? The business of being my woman for one year. It means serving me in bed, having sex with me. That's your duty." He made it so clear. Wirata blushed. She knew her fate and had already made the decision. But she wanted to talk to him to make everything clear first.