Fem Dom Novels & Stories

Then, she glanced at me as if deciding how much to say. “If your Dom is gentle, you won’t have bruises,” she mused. “But most Doms want to see red, I won’t lie to you.” I just stared at waiting, gladly waiting for her to get to the point where I desperately wanted to hear. “Oh sorry. Dom means dominant. Like the man would be in control while you submit. Though it can be the other way round but I doubt any man would want to submit to a lady, they always end up taking over.”

' 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.

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.

Her room is across them so he can see what she is doing. "Daemon, what's wrong?" The woman asked. Daemon pulled away from her and his eyes didn't leave Naera's body. Even though the dress is out of fashion, it didn't feel like it was out of place. "There is nothing wrong, it's just that..." Daemon looked at the woman he was with. "I think I need to do a rain check... Dom!" "Yes!" Dom went inside the room with a smile on his face. Dom is equally handsome but nothing like Daemon. He is the kind of handsome that is full of charms unlike Daemon is angelic-like but with fierceness. Daemon traced the woman's jawline with his index finger.

When everything was tidy, she asked, "Are there many male submissives?" "More than you might think. There's an entire category of Dominance and submission called femdom, involving female dominants and male submissives. We had a friend who turned out to be submissive, but his wife did not want to be a dominant. He's currently hiking the Pacific Crest Trail with a female who did want a male bitch. There are also gay submissives submitting to gay dominants." Janet was silent, considering. "So it's not really a question of gender; it's a question of predisposition towards submission."

I can’t even recognize the female voice screaming, “Fuckkk! You are so good! Stop! Aarrrgghhh!” But his tongue and lips were relentless as he sucked and licked my cunt, his fingers scissoring in and out of my wetness. He hummed against my clit and I came with a shout. Stars blotting my vision. “Oh, Dom…Oh…” I moaned as he kept sucking and working his fingers in and out of me. I couldn’t get away no matter how hard I tried so I lost count of my orgasms till I blacked out. I don’t know if it was hours or minutes or seconds later, but my eyes cracked open and I looked around the room, Dom was nowhere to be found but his clothes and mine still strewn about the room made me know he was still arou

“Domini, can you come like this?” “I’d like to.” They all laughed. When Brock’s strokes lengthened, Domini let her head fall back in a soft moan. “Look at me,” Cam demanded. Domini knew if she saw the possession in Cam’s eyes it’d be over. She ignored his command, allowing Brock to take control. Spreading her ass cheeks in each hand, Brock hammered into her without stopping. His cock jerked hard against her anal passage. He shouted, “Oh fuck,” as he came. And came and rode her hard.

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.

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.