Femdom Novels & Stories

She felt her juice running down her leg again and her mouth flew open. “What do you want Bella?” he growled into her ears again, the sound of his husky dominant voice pushed her a little to the edge and she wanted to find her release, so she rubbed her clit faster. Just as she neared the edge, he pulled out of her and stilled the movement of her finger.

The good little submissive girl pandering to her Dom … Without a shadow of a doubt, I instantly know he’s fucked her. She’s definitely his type anyway—mousy little ‘Yes, Sir’ with no mind of her own and controlled completely by him just breathing her way. She is practically ready to lick his boots or drop to her knees should he command a fucking blow job. It’s pathetic and I instantly hate her.

He also told her, "Remember, my wife cums first before you do or you will regret it." I had no idea if I could even cum again and I also happily would have traded a final orgasm for seeing this co-ed punished for cumming without permission. Liz walked around and plopped down next to me. She gave my right nipple some loving licks. Then she purred into my ear. "I'm so glad you share your husband with us. I thought I had a daddy fetish, and I totally do, but I also found I like dominating women. We taught Rose to serve us both. I know your thing is big black cocks. If I get a black strap-on could I convince you to serve me at our sorority? I have a few friends who likely would join in giving yo

I had a reputation to keep, a life that made sense, and a simple view of who I was supposed to be. Yet here I was, curled under my blanket at midnight, sweating over a text from an anonymous man I had never seen. I scrolled up through the chat log, His profile had no face picture, just a single shot of his upper body, broad shoulders, a thick, muscular chest covered in dark hair, and a pose that radiated complete, effortless authority. His display name was DomDaddy. I swallowed hard, my throat completely dry, and forced my fingers to type out a response.

I had long dreamed of being used harshly by a dominant woman, while Karen had fantasied for years about having a man under her control. Being real was the key, as neither of us had any interest in the theatrical kind of BDSM role play that you see so often in femdom erotica. In my fantasies, the woman in control would want to hurt me because it excited her sexually, but she didn't need to scold, insult or ridicule me while doing it; as odd as it might sound, she was nice to me about it... even apologetic.

“It’s alright, Little One. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see how your body responds to my touch. This delicious little body was made to be mine and mine only. Mine to touch, mine to kiss, and mine to worship until you can no longer walk straight. Once this is all over and I bring you back to our pack, you’ll experience pleasure you’ve never known.” “W-what do you mean?” “Do you know what a Dom is, Little One?” “No,” I whispered. He lowered his voice to the sexiest huskiest tone I’d ever heard before and explained. “I am a Dom, or dominant. You will be my submissive. That means that I like to be in absolute control. When you’re in our bed, you’re to be 100% submissive to me. If yo

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the kitchen. “Say it,” he growled, slamming deeper. “Say you belong to me.” “I belong to you,” she breathed, her voice breaking. “Louder.” “I belong to you, Victor!” He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit while he fucked her harder. Elara’s body shook. She hated how good it felt. The drug made everything stronger. Her pussy clenched around him as pleasure built fast. Victor leaned over her back, his mouth close to her ear. “You will always obey me. At home. At work. Everywhere. You’re mine to use. Say it.”

46. I like to dominate cute goth girls like you. I like to treat entertainers like the sluts and whores I’m paying you to be. I want to make you gag on my cock and stretch you with toys until your pussy is used up and dripping, juicy. I want anal play, deep and hard, and I want to slap your ass while I’m doing it. Another thing, high on my list, is that I want to punish those lovely big tits of yours. And all the while, I want you to be a good little girl and call me Sir.

“You realize, I’ll find out soon enough. It would be better on you if you simply told me what I want to know now. I don’t like to be kept waiting. I’m not a patient man. Particularly when those under my command defy me.” “I’m not under your command,” she blurted before she could think better of it. “The moment you stepped onto my land, you came under my command. My son’s promise put you solidly under my care and protection. My promise to my son solidified that. You will obey me.” She raised her chin, staring directly into those piercing green eyes. “I survived at Duncan Cameron’s hands. I’ll survive at yours. You can’t make me tell you anything. Beat me if you must, but I will not tell you w

She applied her makeup, not needing much, and was almost ready. Examining herself in the mirror, she knew she had a great body, she saw it men's eyes all the time. She caught at least a few hungry glances every day. She was only twenty-two but had been Master's part time sex slave for over a year now. He repeatedly asked her to move into his home and be with him full time, but she also needed the freedom that the week days gave her. Her desire to be submissive existed only on a sexual level, every other aspect of her life required that she be dominant and in control.