**Chapter 4. Navigating the Next Step The next day I awoke and had to go to the mirror to confirm if my ass was red or if this was all really a dream. However I had actually had my first FemDom experience and my head was racing. The encounter with Mistress Veronica was so vivid I could recall every step that occurred last night. I wasn't sure what my next m...
This is stories about Female Domination of all kinds. It up to you how it starts and ends. The important thing is to figure out Location. The Choices are Ann Coulter High- This is a High school where bitchy women rule. The head Principle is Ms Ball-buster, a busty girl with black hair and cruel streak. The women outnumber the guys 10 to 1 and then to be pow...
I woke up this morning and realized that I'm living in a femdom marriage, that the fantasies I've had in years past are now a very real situation happening right now. I look down at my waist and slowly put a hand under the waist band, then pull down and notice a pair of black panties with pink lace covering the little bulge of my dick in the silicon chastity...
We were laying in bed together after a long day and Jane suddenly asks me, "How many of your friends do you think would fuck me?" I just laid there stunned for a second thinking I must have misheard her. I manage to stutter out "What?" She casually replies back "I was just wondering if I decided to start cheating on you, how many of...
Dear Shoeblossom, You might remember my mom's letter (how long has your column been going?) "Letter from Pecan Grove" about how she trained me to dominate my dad, or "Letter from Dubuque" when I was living in Iowa with my slave boy, Brantley, Senior...RIP. I believe the author of "LETTER FROM AMES" another part of Iowa, referred to his initial femdom exper...
"Sweetie, you seem nice but I have to be real with you, I don't play with young Black men in the world of BDSM because they all have a macho complex and they're allergic to Femdom," Zainab Sheikh said calmly, looking the brother standing before her up and down. Whoever said they don't make brothers like they used to wasn't thinking about this one, Zainab tho...
For this story, it may help to Understanding some terms and characters: Pamela, a femdom wife. That's me. I'm not like the male fantasy of a woman wearing leather and carrying a whip. I just prefer to be firmly in charge of sex. "Lickies" is what I call cunnilingus, and I expects a lot of lickies. I'm fond of hubby's penis, it is almost like a cherished pet...
Apparently, if you're Somali, and female, then you're supposed to be sexually repressed, dull and boring. What the fuck? Whoever thinks that has obviously never met me. My name is Ayaan Khalif-Jabari and I'm a young Somali-Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I stand five-foot-ten, curvy and sexy, with light brown skin, long curly black hair...
"If only you spent as much time taking care of yourself as you did studying! Then, you might even have a date for prom...," Marie trailed off as she looked at her own test score. "Haha, you're just upset that she didn't get a D- like you did! Besides, not everyone's daddy buys their daughters luxury shampoo," Lisa came to Jackie's defense...
She motioned to me with her finger from the bed to come closer. She was absolutely gorgeous, her long red hair spread out on the pillow, her makeup still heavy from her date last night. I walked closer, the lock on my chastity device clicking against the plastic tube, a stream of pre cum dribbled from the tip. She held her hand out as I approached and fondle...