Femdom Visual Novels & Stories

"I can handle anything you bring at me Mr GreenEyes!" That only angers him more. "I don't think so. Even with a broken arm, I'm one of the strongest men in our team!" I know this tactic. He's trying to distract me from the task at hand, so he can defeat me. "Oh? What team?" I ask sarcastically. Smirking, thinking he's managed it, he continues. "We are a Dom company. We collect dominants and train them, and find them submissive souls to use and abuse. We know what you do, and one of our clients wants you, and only you."

He couldn’t be Dom. But he was, he was the same Dom who told me to open my legs and show him my hole on video calls. The one I sucked my fingers for, pretending it was his thick cock. The one who made me push my dildo deep into my ass every night while I moaned his name.

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.

inging pain that made him pause. "Stop," she commanded, her voice a low, stern warning. "Not yet." She led him to an immersion table, her movements fluid and confident. She secured his wrists and ankles to the table, flipping him upside down, his face mere inches from her core. She unzipped his pants, his cock already hard and ready. She took him in her hand, her grip firm as she stroked him, her movements slow and teasing. Wolf's breaths came in ragged gasps, his body straining against the restraints, but he didn't moan, understanding her game, knowing that any sound would be a mistake. The timer on the wall ticked down, the seconds counting away until it reached zero. Domica released him,

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.

“They’re fun...you just have to keep in mind that some of what they show might be harsher than something you’d like to try. That’s her Dom and she’s agreed to everything he’ll do to her. That’s done before they even begin a scene. Watch, it gets better.” Another woman enters the picture, stark naked, and is forced to kneel in front of the tied woman. She’s handed a dildo and slips it up inside of the other woman. As she plunges the dildo, she leans forward and the camera captures her tongue slipping between the labia to lick the clit.

She kneels with an enticing blend of vulnerability and strength, each curve of her body poised to invite. With an alluring gaze that radiates both confidence and anticipation, she waits for my commands, embodying the thrill of the moment. If only she realized that tonight, I seek merely to blow off steam and escape the haunting memories of Shelly, even if just for a fleeting night. This is precisely why I cannot bring Shelly into this world of shadows with me. I am a Dom—a dominant partner in the intricate dance of BDSM, where power exchange is not just a game, but a carefully crafted experience. The Dom takes charge, guiding the actions within this realm, always ensuring safety and consent.

He whimpered like a sad pup and looked at me with pleading eyes again, almost begging me to free him with his teary eyed gazes. I almost got swayed by his irresistibly cute looks but I was determined to overstimulate him today. I felt like playing with him today, so don’t blame me for being a she devil. I love seeing this side of him. Makes me want to dom the cute prisoner in my pink hoodie. He looks so damn cute ! I did not realize when I started panting breathlessly as I thrusted the dildo faster and deeper inside me but the delectable sight in pink in front of me and the thought of going into dom mode on my mate rendered me highly excited and greedy to dom my mate to the fullest extent.

The broad dom pulled her hair back sharply, arching her neck to display the tears streaking her face glistening tracks of mascara that only heightened her debauched beauty. "Look at her cry for cock," he taunted loudly, voice booming over the murmurs, his free hand delivering a fresh barrage of spanks to her already throbbing ass cheeks. Each impact landed with a meaty crack, the pain radiating like liquid fire through her core, making her sob out "Yes, punish your exhibition slut!" even as fresh tears welled. The lean dom, still buried in her ass, reached for another candle, tilting it carefully to let molten wax cascade directly onto her exposed clit tiny, precise drops that sizzled on the

But he liked it when a consenting woman showed a hint of apprehension, which was not the same as fear. The real pleasure for him as a Dom was being with a woman who trusted him completely but didn't necessarily trust herself to give in to the pleasure right away. The woman's inner struggle to finally let go was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. If Little Mac wanted to go to Russia, she had to prove she could take anything and surrender to the feelings she hid within herself.