Fem Dom Novels & Stories

And can easily beat you by confusing you. Nana Anderson. The fourth daughter of her family was acting as if there were no rules and no authority. As well, she is beautiful. Her own skills and abilities are those of technology. If anything, she was an expert at doing what she loved most. She can hack into any computer's, create a virus on your system, and log out without anyone noticing that. When it came to communicating with people and technology, she was great. Not to talk of fighting. She wasn't the type to accept defeat easily, but she was very strong and determined. Natasha Frank. Nick named Sasha, a young, pretty girl who prefers to hide her female body shape from that boy (tom boy). S

When she was a surgeon she developed real happiness out of helping people, and if she became a submissive she would also experience a form of happiness from serving her future master. Anita with her mind wandering and her body heating up took the plunge and made an account on DomFound, what greeted her eyes were thousands of Doms who were currently online which made her feel a sense of pressure but also the excitement of the unknown. Anita clicked on the link on the top left of her screen, typed up her zipcode, and searched for a Dom that was in her area, she found 50 matches, and only 20 provided their pictures. Anita felt that those who didn't upload a picture even in their private folders

on his lips, sweet and intoxicating. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, teasing him. She reached down, her fingers finding the cock ring, and slowly, deliberately, she loosened it. The sub gasped, his body convulsing as the blood rushed back to his cock, his orgasm building, his body coiling tight. "Cum for me, my pet," Domica commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Cum for me now." And he did, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed, his cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Domica watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her body sated and content. She reached down, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, feeling his body tremble beneath

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.

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.

"And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?" Chad rounded the table in two long strides, pulling her to her feet and crushing her against his chest. "You'll just have to wait and see," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "But I promise you one thing - by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll forget all about Karen and every other demon plaguing your mind. I'll fill you up with so much pleasure and adoration that you'll be drunk on it for days." Cassandra shivered, desire and anticipation thrumming through her veins like wildfire. "Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, tilting her head back in blatant invitation.

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."

All he had on was a pair of leather shorts and an iron collar. 'Okay, iron collar means submissive,' she thought. 'Check.' There was an iron collar on the green-eyed redheaded female wearing a robe that Elvira Mistress of the Dark would have considered risqué. She also had those damn freckles that could drive men mad for no apparent reason, and her lips were full and inviting. Behind those iron-ring clad folk that were kneeling were two men and a woman, and these had to be the doms (or dommes, if you prefer). One was dressed in black cowboy boots, leather pants, and an ankle-length duster.

I only but nod at them with a smile on my face, "Yes. She can't be that bad?" "Well," Dom starts, "She is not my type for seconds." "How do you know what your type is if you never had it before?" "Why this crazy idea?" he only but frowns at me and Dom adds, "You still hung up on that pussy that got away?" "She did not get away. She is just not so easy as these other whores we fuck." Dom bursts out laughing at me, "Are you calling her friend a whore now." "You know what I mean."

Eve I’m still shaking, but the fury has gone ice cold. Dominik’s touch earlier wasn’t about pleasure. It was a vicious reminder that no matter how many shell companies I uncover, my body is the ultimate jurisdiction. I stare at the data until the numbers start singing a hateful little song. He thinks he can use a cheap parlor trick to keep me contained. He thinks I’ll tire out and crawl to him for the sweet release of a good orgasm. Not a chance in hell.