Wanita Dominan Novels & Stories

My eyes went to Maxwell, who’s gone out while in front of him is a woman with a baby girl who’s running towards the pool with a ring floater on her waist. Maxwell looked at me darkly. I smiled at him before waving my hands, but he remained serious and... stoic on where he was standing. “Tili doesn’t touch that. It’s not ours.” Said by the woman who’s wearing shorts and a two-piece bra. The little girl pouted her cute little lips. “This is ours, mommy!” If I were to describe them, I can say that the woman is pretty. She’s tall, probably 5 '6 tall. A mestiza girl and probably has a foreign blood.

“We are here to control direction.” Every word was Measured.. “We focus on long term dominance. Not temporary wins.” She paused. Then added softly, “Power does not need to announce itself. It simply… exists.” Silence. Then and eruption of applause. Dominic didn’t clap. He couldn’t. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for water. “Sir?” his assistant whispered. Dominic did not answer him and just kept on drinking. “She’s alive…” he thought. “She’s married…to that bastard”

"Do you know what the main characteristics of a dominatrix are, Nelly?" "How?" "Look at that couple." I point to where the woman has two men at her feet, both kneeling. "Look at how she looks at them now, look at how they look at her. Do you see the difference?" "Hmm... I think so." "That's because there's a relationship between dominator and submissive, it's not just about the carnal act, in fact, it's rarely about that." "Rarely?" He uses a disappointed tone, putting both hands on the glass and keeping his gaze fixed on the trio.

She may have had to call this whole thing off if he had proved too stalkerish. While she was at the library, she figured she ought to read up on exactly what she was doing. As she started to read into domination and submission culture, she realized something. In almost all cases throughout history, the rich man was dominated by a woman who he was paying and could cut off at any time, truly giving him all the power, even though the illusion was that the dominatrix was in charge. Tracy was in unexplored territory, a stranger in a strange land. The more she read, the more she thought she was stumbling around in the dark, and that her success up to this point had been a fluke, even with her new

“I could make sure you never work in this city again. But I don’t want to do that. I want you to take control. For once in your life, I want you to be the one who gives the orders.” Elara’s breath came in short gasps. Her round breasts heaved against her open blouse. “Why are you doing this? Why me?” “Because you’re the first woman who makes me feel alive down there,” he said. “And because I think you need this even more than I do. You were born to command. I can see it every time you try to hide it.” She stared at him. Tears gathered in her eyes but didn’t fall. “If I say no?”

"I'm dominant. And when I say that, I mean very dominant." That was already obvious, and again I was happy to let him take charge. I had never been a dominant person myself anyway, so I nodded in agreement. "Good, second thing," Wayne continued, "I'm not a faggot. When you take my cock, you are no longer a man. You're a slut for me to use. You have a mouth and a pussy, and yes, I intend on using both. Your dick is no longer a dick, it's a clit. If you're lucky enough, I will let you rub it and let you cum, but never before I cum. Got it?"

“I’m hoping that one day, they can freely choose what they want to be or do in their lives, free of what their wolves are. If Eva has a submissive wolf but wants to be an Enforcer or Tracker, why should the level of dominance of her wolf determine if she can or can’t do it? It’s a travesty and the kingdom needs to see that!” “I’ll drink to that,” I said, holding my glass up for a toast. Having been stuck in a male-dominated field most of my life, I knew what it was like to be seen as less than just because you didn’t have a stick between your legs. If this whole dominance/submissiveness was anything like that, I already hated it! Selena smiled and happily clicked her glass with mine, drinkin

Dominik made him take a long walk down a short pier. The only reason Treadaway refrained from snapping back at her was because Dominik asked him to be nice to her. He could not help it. He loathed this woman. Dihanna was the typical Barbie girl. One of those women with a pretty face they can bewitch anyone with. But she was pretty as she was dumb. It was beyond him how Dominik would ever be back with her. Actually, he could not explain why Dominik would ever be with someone like this instead of being with him. A cultured man, dedicated, entrepreneurial who would do anything for him. The answer was simple, Dominik is not gay. Something his obsession forced him to overlook.

she glanced at me—“a scandal in heels.” “I’m standing right here,” I said quietly. “Yes. And don’t think for a second I don’t know why.” I held her stare. “Why, then?” “Because women like you don’t survive on merit. You survive on sympathy. You spin tragedy into strategy and cry your way into power. Your pregnancy? A calculated move. Your fall from the window? Probably staged.” I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until my ribs ached. She leaned in, voice like poison in silk. “You think being Dominic’s wife makes you untouchable? It makes you a target. And believe me—I never miss.”

"No one else would have been spared after humiliating Jack the way you did. He threw you in here, sure, but that was just to silence everyone while he deals with the consequences." Something flickers in my chest, but I don’t acknowledge it. “His pride is on the line,” she continues. “This pack—these bastards—they’re all questioning his authority. Because a woman dared—” She stops, shaking her head. I don’t need her to finish the sentence. This pack treats women like nothing. Like disposable objects, useful only for breeding or serving. The fact that I, a mere woman, dragged Jack from the territory to the mating room, unintentionally asserting dominance, must be driving them insane.