Fem Dom Novels & Stories

The blonde woman raised her eyebrows at the girl. "But if you're...busy, it's okay." Sapphire continued, lowering her voice as she glanced back at the woman. Is that her girlfriend? Wife? "I'll go." Dom's tone was filled with authority. Like every word that came from his mouth was a law. "What about me, Dom?" The blonde sultrily said, putting her hand to her bare waist. She was wearing nothing but a black underwear set. Sapphire tried to remove her gaze from the half-naked woman, wondering what did they do before she came.

Cum — thick, warm, and mixed from both men — was still leaking steadily from my ruined pussy, sliding down my inner thighs in slow, obscene trails. “Easy, sweetheart,” Dom murmured softly, his voice now laced with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the way he had just fucked me. He brushed my sweatdampened hair from my face and pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to my forehead. “You did so well for us. Such a perfect little bride, taking two cocks like you were made for it.” I whimpered quietly as he helped me stand, my pussy and ass throbbing with a deep, delicious ache. “I… I can’t believe I did that,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from screaming.

I take a deep bath, pick up a flare red lace lingerie that pushes up my breasts close to my neck. Settled, I drop my phone when no reply comes in and I pick up my Kindle then pick my phone back up. I need to figure this out. I need to know how this dynamic works in the real world. I spend the next two hours on Reddit and different BDSM forums. Q: How to make your Dom Master happy? A: Be submissive. Dress sexy. Be flexible. Flexible? That’s concerning. Even if I were slim, I don't think I’d be flexible. I can’t even dance.

I had a reputation to keep, a life that made sense, and a simple view of who I was supposed to be. Yet here I was, curled under my blanket at midnight, sweating over a text from an anonymous man I had never seen. I scrolled up through the chat log, His profile had no face picture, just a single shot of his upper body, broad shoulders, a thick, muscular chest covered in dark hair, and a pose that radiated complete, effortless authority. His display name was DomDaddy. I swallowed hard, my throat completely dry, and forced my fingers to type out a response.

I affirmed and she looked delighted. “Please, ma’am, I hope this is not just a one-time thing. I want to get to know you and I want you to fuck me so many more times” I asked with doubt and fear of her refusal “ Hope you know I cannot have a normal relationship with you?” she asked “Why?” “ I’m a Dom and I don’t do love. I control and I fuck” she whispered in my ears. “I’m willing to be your sub” I answered “ You are too stubborn to be submissive”

Shemika “Next, orgasm control!” Dom muttered as he went for the sex tools on the ground and began to fumble for only God knows what. He grabbed a vibrator and stepped closer to me on the bed. I took a deep breath as I smiled at the vibrator while being brought closer to me. He squatted down just next to me on the bed, “You can say Red if you want me to stop, and…” Dom wasn't done talking when I cut him off mid-sentence.

Somewhere between confusion at what she was doing and wanton acceptance. Dominic groaned. This was the third pussy he'd been in that day the third family member he'd fucked and each was subtly different. Pamela so urgent. Emily so affectionate. Eve was somewhere in between. She had the stamina and experience of her mother. The softness and affection of her younger sister.

"You lоvе іt whеn I fuсk you lіkе a little whоrе?" It dіdn't mаttеr. I wаѕ too gone to rерlу, and frankly, I dіdn't care. Actually, I lоvеd іt. Though I was nоrmаllу a vеrу іndереndеnt, feminist woman, in thе ultimate thrоеѕ of раѕѕіоn, I dіdn't care аbоut bеіng роlіtе, роlіtісаllу соrrесt, оr about аnу dаmnеd gender equality issues. All I саrеd about wаѕ the fееlіng, thе fаntаѕу, the excitement. Thе іntеnѕіtу. Thе mоrе, thе better.

She was putting on the red lingerie, all I had to do is shift her panties to side and I was inside her sweet spot. I fucked her with so much intention and passion. Thrusting precisely and fast into her. She moaned and screamed zaddy ontop of her voice not minding the fact that Bernice was outside. Oh zaddy, you made me feel alive. Her words drove me crazy as I turned her and my dick found its way into her ass. "I own you Meena, I own you". She giggled and I could feel her body tighten, ready to receive me.

Not tonight. The second DOM, a man with a scar running down the side of his face, had his submissive bent over the arm of a leather sofa. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. He ran his hand over her ass, caressing it almost tenderly before raising his arm and bringing his hand down in a sharp smack that echoed through the room. The submissive gasped, but her sound of pain was quickly drowned out by the DOM’s low, approving growl. He spread her legs wider, positioning himself behind her as he roughly entered her, thrusting with a primal intensity that made her cry out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa for support.