Femdom Novels & Stories

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

He pulled the toy free and wrapped it in a cloth that sat in the drawer and untied me. My heart melted as he took a moment to make sure my wrist and ankles were alright. That was the one thing I had been learning was a major difference between a Dom, and a Master. Most Doms who were not serious about BDSM didn't really care much about what happened afterward and they left their subs to care for themselves. A true Master always cared about how his sub was feeling even if it was just being tired and wanting to rest.

I heard her steps approaching. "I'm going to beat your ass because I want to know how much pain you learned to control. "He whispered in my ear, making me shiver. "You asked to be punished, so you agree with that, Sub?” Finally the merciless dominator Fred was back, because I missed it so much. It was that kind of man I wanted, just for my pleasure. Not a husband, not a boyfriend. Just a dominator. "Yes," I murmured. "I didn't hear what you said, Babygirl," he pulled my hair back.

"I'll go to dinner, but you will keep your hands to yourself and it would really help if you just didn't open your mouth." His lips quirked at the sides. "Have you ever tried your hand as a Domme?" "A what?" "It's a female dominant." He was serious, and her laughter rang throughout the room. "Have I fallen into another world?" "I'm not helping, am I?" She gave a short harrumph. "I was serious about keeping your mouth closed." "I'm not going to lie. It's simply not happening." "Please lie." He ignored her. "How soon can you be ready?"

I can't help but gasped at what he did as I was waiting for what he will do next. "Fuck! What are you doing, Dom?" I asked Dom with a confused tone when he suddenly rubbed his dick on my ass, it felt so fucking weird when he rubbed his dick on me, especially since I was not used to someone doing it to me. "I'm sorry sir, it's just my fetish. I love the idea of rubbing my raging hard dick in the ass of a muscular and handsome top, it feels so dominating." Dom replied and he did not even bother to stop what he was doing to me.

I order and she obeys. These days, I'm starting to get obsessed with acting like a dom. No wonder Kaden was unhappy when I restricted him from doing it with my soul mate. I have always been her rightful husband and mate. It's just that she was so much in love with him too. In love with two hot men I guess. This Dom/sub thing can be so much fun, sexually. My hand rubs across her behind, smoothing one of her cheeks. "You have such a nice ass for Daddy to punish," I tell her, slapping her behind.

"Daddy. I want you to call me Daddy. Not just Alpha. Daddy. I want to be your Daddy Alpha. The one who takes care of you. Protects you. Provides for you. Controls you. And I want you to be my boy. My good boy who obeys. Who submits. Who calls me Daddy." "That's... that's a lot." "I know. But think about it. During heat, you called me Alpha because biology demanded it. But outside of heat, I want more. Want deeper submission. Want you to give yourself to me completely. Mind, body, and soul." Daemon moved around the counter, pulled Kai off the stool and onto his lap. "I want to establish rules. Structure. A dynamic where I'm in charge and you submit. Not because you have to, but because you ch

"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.

Barbie just kept staring at me with adoration on her face. Janice reached out to pull her head around and I pushed a command at her. "Stop. No touching her. That's force, it's not domination. Use words to get what you want from your sluts. That's what a true Dom does. Would you like a demonstration?" She growled at me and then nodded. I pushed as I said, "Cum Janice." Janice's knees gave out, she collapsed to the floor, as she threw back her head and screamed. "Oh GOD! OH GOD I'm CUMMMMMIIIIINNNGGG!"

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.