Femdom Novels & Stories

Kinks: bdsm, female dom, male sub, powerplay, rough sex The office door clicks shut behind him, sealing us in my private therapy room. Dim lights cast shadows over the leather couch and the sturdy restraint bench in the corner. He's my patient, that eager 28-year-old with wide eyes and a body begging for control. I stand tall in my black leather corset and thigh-high boots, my curves hugged tight, feeling the power surge through me, expert in breaking men like him. He sits on the edge of the couch, fidgeting, his shirt already unbuttoned from our 'session talk' about his submission cravings.

He didn't think he could bag a much more perfect girl if he wanted to. She moaned, licking her lips as his shaft pushed, inch by inch into her mouth. "There, there, good girl. Take Daddy's cock a little more. Take me in your throat.... fuck! That's it baby." She hollowed her cheeks when he tried to pull away and Mason groaned. "Yes, Fenny," Fenny flushed, happy that she had given him pleasure. Mason wasn't like other Doms who were rough and demanding. Mason was more like a "Daddy", he offered sweet soothing words and treated her like a little naughty girl. She liked that very much.

Their petty jealousy only sharpened her ruthless determination to succeed at all costs. When the music slowed, Pine pulled her closer than strictly appropriate. Vivian let him, racing heartbeat nearly deafening this near. His breath stirred her artfully curled hair as he whispered near her ear. “Tell me, little hawk - why do you fling yourself so wildly against implacable walls that blooded far mightier than you?” His low taunt electrified every nerve. She turned her head sharply, nose nearly brushing his. “Because I know no other way. When they finally do crush me, it will be as I always wished– defending my empire ferociously to the last.” She held his gaze fiercely. "I bow to no one.”

Love for one another is the only weapon your enemy has for you. It was one hell of a pain that the girls prayed never to experience again. And now they had to face it again, but this time the pain was twice what they last felt. Some of them just wish to die instantly rather than be tortured like that. Nathan went toward Emily, grabbed her hard on the shoulder, and whispered. I'm your father; I made you what you are today, and I own you. You are meant to fear and obey me. Not to challenge me.

Julian was a Soft Dom, and Henri could be referred to as a Pleasure Dom. They were two sides of the same coin, and I still couldn’t choose between them. Instead, I found myself dangerously caught in the middle, where the lines between control, identity, and surrender blurred beyond recognition. One reckless decision led to another, and now I was no longer just the brat with forbidden desires. I was a wife, and a soon-to-be mother, discovering powers that both thrilled and terrified me. I doubt my father ever imagined I’d fall for Alphas instead of the rogue he had handpicked for me.

His hand raises. "It sounds like you watched some bullshit film or read a book that has it all wrong." I bite my lip. "For one, it's more complex than submissive and dominant. There are brats, slaves, rope bunnies. There are not just dominants, but masters, brat tamers, slave trainers and such."

On the sofa, the submissive's owner had her skirt hiked up and she was pleasuring herself while she watched her pet being used by these two strangers. Henry's tempo increased until finally, he pulled out, blasting a load all over the man's face. 'The man can cum like a fire hose,' Shamira thought, watching line after line of semen splatter on the young man's cheeks, nose, and mouth. She watched the domme stand up, walk over, look disapprovingly at her charge, and then slap him sharply across the face. She wiped Henry's goo off of her slave's face and then fed it to him, making sure he licked her latex gloves clean.

This is going to be the best sleep I’ve gotten since she left. My friend, Jude would be calling me a pussy right now if he could see me. He is the type of Dom that takes what he wants, when he wants it, and that is why, before getting with Beth, his current and longest girlfriend/sub, she had to be willing to sign a non-con consent form, meaning that he could do whatever he wants and when he wants it without having to ask, as long as he remains within her limits. Maybe Ella and I will get there some day, but I need to make sure Ella is on board with everything one hundred percent; I’m in no hurry to get to where Jude is. I don’t think I will ever fully embrace it the way he does, but I do kn

Foreplay was over as soon as that condom was properly rolled down his dick. I liked that he let me be on top, playing into my need for control. I can’t help it. I’m a D’Amore. We are born Doms. Not the first time and won’t be the last that I ride his cock like this, but unlike any time before this, everything felt more intense. Each roll of my hips and thrust of his cock lit me up. I could see the purple aura of my magic surrounding us.

He bent down and whispered something in her ear that made her smile. "He's probably telling her how good she is, how beautiful she looks all flushed and clamped up for him", Jake told Meg. " How do you know?" "It's what Doms do. They praise their subs. You see, the sub is submitting to them. That itself is a really big deal", Jake explained. The Dom bent and in one fluid moment, unclamped a nipple, took it into his mouth and the woman let out another moan. He did the same for the other nipple and she gasped and strained at the cuffs holding her hands down on the table.