Femdom Novels & Stories

With my lips so close to hers, I explained slowly. “I am a dom, Ms. Cane I go by many names: top, dominator, master, when mixing d/s- that is domination and submission. With master/slave relations I prefer to be called ‘Sir’ by my subs. My job as a dom is to ensure my sub is pleased… at my leisure and preference, of course. I use my little room, the room you invaded, to my advantage. It comes equipped with toys of all sorts that I like to play with. My sub, a willing woman, is the best toy of all inside those walls.”

"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."

Almost claiming. "It's too much having you in here," Aiden whispers, his voice rough as his hand slides to the back of my neck. His fingers glide through my hair with the softest reverence, igniting something primal in me. "On my bed, knowing I can't touch you." "Am I even allowed in here?" I whisper back, already knowing the answer before the words leave my lips. I am not. No subs are ever allowed in a dom’s bedroom. Only the doms are allowed access to the subs’ dorms, which are always shared, always monitored. The forbidden edge of this moment makes my skin prickle.

"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."

He wanted me all to himself and when we got married, I had to stop being a sexual dom, and I had sex with only him. To make things clear, a sexual Dom takes control of the sexual act and everything that happens in it. They’re the one who gives the orders, sets the pace, decides when and how you’re touched, or if you’re touched at all. They know how to make you ache, beg, and break… and they take pleasure in watching you come undone at their command. It’s not just about power. it’s about presence, confidence, and the ability to read your body like a book and rewrite it in the way they want.

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."

The photo is of a fat male clad in skin tight leather from head to toe, whipping a female suspended … from the ceiling. “He’s uhm… He’s a collector of “rare” females. Different races, different creatures. So I’m certain having a pregnant red wolf would be a fabulous addition. He’s probably got at least a dozen wives, numerous girlfriends. Who knows how many kids. Gets his money from his shipping businesses… you know containers that can bring you anything you want discreetly. He’s one of the most notorious doms in the world of underground S&M. He’s brutal, gets off on the pain he inflicts. He probably owns a third of the bondage clubs in Europe. Girls that don’t hold up, that he thinks are we

My dad knew I feared him, so he took advantage of that and controlled my life. “Giving up control to me completely,” Adam explained again, “is not about dominance or submission. It’s a mutual exchange.” “Did you do this with the women you dated? What about the ones I read about online? The ones we see in the mainstream? Those women engaged in kinky stuff like being tied, cuffed, roped, gagged, spanked, and… tortured. They also crawl and worship their dominants.” I shook my head and closed my eyes. “I just can’t…”

I nodded slowly, as I started to feel a little uneasy about the situation. "So, the thing we are doing right now is," he continued, leaning forward slightly. "BDSM. Bondage. Dominant. Submissive. Masochist. Sadist. It's a form of erotic power exchange where one partner takes on a dominant role, controlling the other partner's actions and movements through various forms of bondage or restraint.

I nodded “Words” “ yes” “Are you ready for your punishment?” “Yes” “Yes what” “Yes sir” He's in Dom mode. He has already confessed that he's into BDSM and, in both ways, he can be a Dom and Sub. First I got scared, what if he's a sadist, he gets his own pleasure by hurting his partner, but he assured me that he would never force me into doing it, and he would never hurt me. He got rid of my dress, and I was left only in my red lace lingerie.