Gentle Femdom Novels & Stories

' I asked curiously. He took the book from me and explained. 'The Dom or the Dominant is the person whether male/female, who takes control and gives commands in a BDSM relationship or scene. In our relationship, I am the Dom and people like me are typically the ones who initiate and guide the activities, setting boundaries and ensuring the submissive's safety and consent.

I needed to taste his lips again. He let go of my grip and cuffed my hands to both edges of the bed. I could no longer touch him; I could only feel the vibration on my pussy and his warm mouth on my nipples. He took the black veil and tied my eyes. The feeling was so erotic that I moaned at the suspense of his actions. I felt his soft hand circling on my pussy but not penetrating. I begged him to stop. I couldn't take it any longer, but my pleadings only fed his ego as he inserted the dildo slowly at the tip of my pussy.

I swallowed hard, "I see. It seems that he frequents this dungeon often?" "He rarely visits in person, but most of the submissives who work here have played with him before. They say he is the most respectful, skillful, and caring Dom here." One of them smiled. It was obvious that he thought I should feel lucky to serve such a man. "It sounds like today is my lucky day! I don't even know how I got here, let alone being selected by such a great master…" I murmured, but enough for him to hear, playing a game to see if one of them would divulge how I had ended up here tonight.

“Your discomfort always matters. Some pain is intentional and is meant to arouse you physically and emotionally. Neglect never falls in that category.” I step back, pull off my leather boots, and slide my thick wool socks off my feet. I kneel before her, gently lifting one of her ankles and sliding the warm fabric over her skin, then repeating the process with the other. Lila lets out a soft, surprised breath, her toes flexing inside the oversized socks. “Thank you,” she whispers, her voice dropping into a register so sweet it nearly breaks my resolve. “A Dom takes care of what belongs to him,” I say, rising to my feet and standing directly between her thighs.

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” “You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” “Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?” “He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged. “What's a DOM?” “A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”

Thick fingers part my folds, and I moan around his cock as they circle my clit, slow and deliberate. "She’s soaked," a second voice rumbles, unfamiliar but no less commanding. "Fuck, Dom. You’ve barely touched her." Dominic’s chuckle vibrates through his shaft. "She knows what she’s here for." The fingers retreat, only to return with a sharp slap against my swollen clit. Pain blooms, white-hot, and I scream around his cock, my back arching. The sound pulls a groan from Dominic’s chest. "Again," he orders. Another slap. Then another. My vision blurs. My cunt clenches around nothing, desperate, needy. I’m going to come. I’m going to—

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

Lara bucked against the restraints, moaning loudly, the sensation maddeningly gentle yet building heat fast. "Please..." Lara whispered, not even sure what she was begging for. The domme laughed softly. "Oh, we're just starting." She escalated without mercy, swapping the feather for a vibrating wand, a large, powerful head humming to life on high. She pressed it hard against Lara's cunt, right on her clit, pinning it there while resuming with a flogger now. The soft leather tails whipped across Lara's ass, stinging slaps that turned her cheeks red, each impact jolting her forward into the buzzing wand. Pain bloomed hot, mingling with the relentless vibration until Lara's hips ground desperat

He fucked up into her hard and steady, every upward slam forcing a broken sound from her throat while Federico continued rubbing her swollen clit and the other two kept their mouths on her breasts. “You belong to us,” Luciano growled against her ear. “Say it.” “I—ah—I belong to you—” “Louder.” “I belong to you!” They moved her between them with ruthless efficiency. Federico took her next, bending her over the edge of the bed and slamming into her from behind in long, punishing strokes. Lorenzo stepped in front of her and pushed his thick cock past her lips. She choked and moaned around him as Federico pounded into her, one hand fisted tightly in her hair, controlling the angle. The wet sound