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8 Femdom Stories
In these quick femdom stories, readers share their femdom fantasies, experiences, confessions, and desires.
- Encounter with a Femdom Fatale
- Room and Board, Paddle and Cuffs
- Female Domination with Dildos and Diapers
- My Dominatrix Fantasy
- First Time I Embraced My Submissive Side
- I Want to Be Slave to an Older Femdom
- How I Became a Prisoner of Cougar Love
- Extreme Cougar Femdom Fantasy
Encounter with a Femdom Fatale
Ever had a fantasy come true? Here’s my femdom story, about a spontaneous femdom encounter.
I spent one summer working in a downtown bookstore next door to a specialty leather shop. I figured a job at the bookstore would put me in the path of adventurous women coming downtown to buy sexy leather femdom outfits, and maybe an opportunity to meet some of them.
One day, I was outside on a smoke break when a tall, gorgeous woman with jet-black hair strutted up. She was smoking too, balancing a thin cigarette holder between her fingers. She window shopped as she smoked, eyeing a pair of thigh-high leather boots.
“Those are really nice, aren’t they?” I said, trying to make small talk.
“Nice isn’t the word I had in mind,” she said, blowing a smoke ring in my direction.
“Either way, they’d sure look good on you,” I chuckled.
Putting out her cigarette she opened the shop door and motioned for me to follow her inside. “Only one way to find out,” she said.
It turned out that she was friends with the woman who owned the shop, who asked her if she wanted to use her “usual dressing room.”
Following my mystery woman into the back, what we came to was not a dressing room but a small BDSM dungeon, equipped with restraints and a variety of whips and other flogging implements.
“Whoa,” I said. “This is intense.”
The mystery femdom smiled again. “Not yet it isn’t,” she said, taking my hand and leading me toward the cross.
Once I was secure, she pulled down my pants and started dragging her long red fingernails up and down my inner thigh. Then she pulled off my shirt, grabbed a corded leather whip off the wall and began lashing me, raising welts on my stomach and chest.
After a while, she left me alone in the room and came back wearing nothing but the boots that she had admired through the window. Standing right in front me, just out of my reach, she bent over and played with herself.
“I bet you want to touch me like this,” she said, quite correctly.
A few minutes later, she walked out again, and I spent the rest of the day tied up in back until the shop owner came back to free me. Without saying a word, she handed me a card with a phone number on it but no name.
Amazingly, I didn’t lose my job at the bookstore – not until I’d disappeared for the afternoon two more times with my mystery femdom mistress, an experience that was well worth losing a job!
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Room and Board, Paddle and Cuffs
Get ready for quite a ride with this femdom story sent in by one of our readers. Submissive toy David S. of Milwaukee shares his femdom fantasy… or did it all really happen this way? Only David knows for sure.
It was a match made in heaven: I needed a place to stay, and she needed a sex slave. A recently divorced 31-year-old, she had taken out an ad in the local paper about a room for rent. I showed up with no more than a twenty dollar bill and a smile, but from the beginning I had a feeling that I wouldn’t need either.
When I called and told her about myself – quiet guy, fitness nut who spends his free time jogging or working out at the gym, always willing to help out with chores around the house – I left out the part about only having twenty bucks to my name.
When I showed up at her place to take a look at the room, she answered the door in a flimsy gown, under which I could see the outlines of a leather corset.
Taking a chance, I told her about my financial predicament. Then, while conspicuously checking out her body beneath her sheer gown, added that I knew there had to be some way I could be useful around the house to make up for my lack of funds, at least until I landed a decent job.
My flirtations worked, and the next thing I knew I was on all fours licking her feet while she lightly smacked me with a riding crop. From time to time, she’d instruct me to do something else, like burying my face between her legs while she ground and rubbed against me.
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After a while, she led me to a room in the back, inside of which there was a large wood table outfitted with a sturdy restraint system. She had me strip naked and get on the table.
After securing me in place, she proceeded to alternate between sucking my cock and slapping my thighs and stomach with her riding crop. Every time I’d get close to cumming, she’d back off and make me wait.
Just about every night for the six months I lived with her, my mistress would secure me to the table and tease me to the edge of orgasm.
Finally, the night before I moved out, she let me cum at last – all over myself, naturally, leaving me tied up and sticky overnight as a parting act of humiliation.
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Female Domination, Dildos, and Diapers
Here’s a kinky confession from Richard… it’s dirty in more ways than one.
(Warning: scat play and piss play)
One of the best nights of my life was the first time my wife dominated me completely.
It started out like regular sex and then she got up and got my belt and told me to eat her ass. When I laughed she started spanking me with the belt. After about four whacks, I complied quickly.
Then she wanted me to fuck her from behind and when I did, she made me lick my cum out of her. After another beating I complied and when I finished she told me to eat her pussy. I did, and while I did it she pissed in my mouth and said that she hoped I liked it because for the rest of the night I was her toilet.
I actually like drinking her piss, it was warm and had a very exotic taste. She tied me to the toilet and laughed at me as she forced one of her dildos into my ass and started riding my cock. When I came filling her pussy, she got up and made me lick her pussy clean.
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Then she left the room and came back wearing a diaper. She stood in front of me and went in the diaper and then smooshed it around with her hand. She then removed the diaper, and I had to wipe clean with my mouth and tongue. She loved it and told me to get used to it because I would be doing it a lot in the future.
She then proceeded to pee in my mouth again to help wash it out. I had to gargle with her piss to make sure my mouth was clean. Then as a reward she gave me a blow job and wiped my cum on her tits and made me lick them clean. When I was done she started fucking me with the dildo and told me that from now on, you are my bitch dog.
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My Dominatrix Fantasy
For many men, being with a dominatrix would be the ultimate turn on. Here’s a femdom confession from one of our readers.
I have a fantasy about a woman just taking control.
She comes over and is in her street clothes. I go to the kitchen to get her something to drink, and when I come back she has locked the door and is in complete dominatrix mode.
She has dropped her street clothes to reveal a PVC suit and is brandishing a crop or cat-o-nine-tails whip and is dangling handcuffs on her finger. She tells me to get up against the wall and takes over from there.
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When I Embraced My Submissive Side
This femdom story comes from a reader who is used to being in control. When he relinquishes, he is surprised by how much he enjoys the submissive side of things.
I pulled on Sara’s nipples through her dress as we kissed deeply. She started stroking me through my jeans. Then she turned the tables. She said, ‘I let you tie me up, so how about you let me tie you up?’ My heart rate jumped. We were in the barn loft where we had a secret playroom with a padded bench. I tried to be casual, as I quickly agreed.
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Soon I was tied bent over the bench with my jeans pulled down around my ankles. She broke out a small wooden paddle and started spanking my ass. Whack whack, one after the other. I jumped at every swat, asking her to stop. She reached down and stroked my now throbbing hard cock. ‘Your mouth says no, but your cock says yes,’ she said. So the swats kept coming.
I soon asked her to stop, as my ass was on fire. ‘You really want me to stop?’ ‘Yes. Yes. Please!’ She proceeded to lube my ass and started to finger me. I moaned loudly. She said, ‘Oh, like that, do you? You’ll love what is next.’
I felt a toy sliding up and down the crack of my ass. The tip was against my ass, and then she leaned forward to slide the object in deeply. A gasp and a moan escaped me. She began pounding me deeply. I couldn’t help but moan and back up.
By the time she turned me loose, I couldn’t jump her fast enough. I came almost as soon as I was in her. Spent, I slid out. She just laughed at me, telling me I’d get used to it. After that I never said no to her wanting to tie me up again.
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I Want to Be a Slave to an Older Femdom
I hope to meet a much older lady, with a cruel streak a yard wide! A real control freak who would padlock me into a heavy latex full-body suit, with tiny air-tight nylon zippers at eyes and mouth, and a similar one at the crotch.
Unable to escape, I would obey her EVERY command, fearfully, and tirelessly, no matter what was required! Housework, home repairs, anything would be on the table, plus satisfying her near-nymphomaniac desires, in any way she wanted!
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I am in my 30’s, slim, athletic, with average looks. She should be in her fifties at least, preferably, of any weight or appearance, just as long as she was sadistic and endlessly demanding.
If she was awful enough, I’d marry her! I have a trust fund and don’t need to work, so I could be her 24/7 slave, and let her rule the roost with an iron hand. Wonder how many women out there might enjoy such absolute power—such total control!
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How I Became a Prisoner of Cougar Love
I left my homeland of Australian for North America to broaden my horizons. After all I was only twenty-six and had spent most of my adulthood in the army there. I travelled with a mate and we worked odd jobs for seven-and-a-half months before I met my keeper. Alas, I was leaving in two weeks. Still, it was enough time for her to leave a lifetime impression.
I was at a bar playing foosball when she challenged me to a game. She was much older, that was obvious, but beautiful and super confident. By the end of the night we were in a cab back to her place.
She had an elegant apartment, not like anyone I knew. I thought by the look of her place, she would be very reserved, but no way! She wasn’t forceful but somehow just had me doing whatever she wanted. Her wish was my command. It was intoxicating.
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We spent the next twenty-four hours together having sex over and over… in the bathtub, on the dining room table, on the couch, her rooftop deck, and in a closet. And it wasn’t just regular sex. She loved role playing which I’d never done, and she liked to take the lead. I finally had to go back to my friend and the shitty basement flat we rented. She took my phone number.
I waited three long days for her call, feeling like an idiot because I didn’t tell her I was leaving in less than two weeks. Finally she called… and I was at her door within an hour. She said she wanted me as her sex slave until I left.
I felt bad telling my roommate I was abandoning him for our last couple weeks, but shit, how could I pass up this opportunity. All the girls I’d been with were inexperienced. It was boring-ass sex compared to what this dominant older woman taught me.
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She called me her prisoner of love. She would tie me up when she went off to run errands. Maybe she was afraid I would leave, but believe me, she had my full attention. And her body was smoking hot too… I think she went off to work out at a gym during the day.
At night she blindfolded me and touched me up and down with cold and hot objects—she called it sensation play. And she loved to suck my cock with ice cubes while running a bullet dildo up and down the shaft. That was the best!
I’m back in Oz now, and we keep in touch a little online, but man, I don’t know if I’ll ever meet another girl—woman—like her. I might just have to save some money to go visit her… unless she’s found another prisoner of love.
Extreme Cougar Femdom Fantasy Come True
My ex-wife’s stepmother’s mother dropped in on me. She’s a well-preserved seventy, poised, cool and elegant, with short thick blue-rinse hair, and half-glasses that sit low on her rather sharp nose. She exudes confidence and superiority.
After banalities and drinks, she turned to me, on the loveseat, and said, “I hear you’re a kinky little bastard who loves to be tied up! Correct?” I felt myself go red. She gestured impatiently and said, “Amy and I had no secrets! I encouraged her to divorce you, actually!” I sighed, still confused, and admitted that we got kinky sometimes. “But not enough! NEVER enough for you, huh?” she insisted. Her blue stare was hypnotic.
“Well if you know all this, why all the questions?” I asked.
She put her hands on my shoulders, and whispered, “Because I want to hear you admit it! Right here! Right now!”
“Okay, okay,” I conceded. “I always wanted more, and Amy just wasn’t into it that much! You happy now?”
She stood up and pulled me to my feet. “Show me your uh, equipment stash! I know you have a substantial one! That used to piss her off too, the expanse of all that stuff!”
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Slightly off balance, I let her lead me into the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed while I hauled my bulging hold-all out of the closet. “Dump it! Dump it all out! Let me see!” she commanded. I did so, reluctantly. She stirred the pile around with her high-heeled shoe, and isolated a latex strait-jacket with a built-in hood. “Get into this, for me, sweetie, will you?” she said sweetly, but very firmly.
My submissive nature began to take over. “Yes Ma’am!” I stripped to my sweatpants, before sliding into the heavy rubber as far as I could on my own. “Amy used to—”I began.
“I know, I know!” she interrupted and pulled it into place properly, buckling me in. She then pulled up the hood and tied it tight over my face, leaving me only two small air holes over my nostrils! Not enough air for the luxury of speech!
She yanked down my sweat pants and made me step out of them, before grabbing my testicles in an iron grip.”Everything okay, junior?” she asked mockingly.
I nodded my rubber-sheathed head and went “Mmmmmf mmmmfff!” She let out an evil howl.
“Amy said you’d be a total pushover! Your tight little ass is mine now, fool! Any last request, last words?” She began to masturbate me, and my long-denied body went into overdrive instantly! Soon I was at my full eight inches, and she giggled “Not too shabby!”
She pushed me over onto the bed, swinging my legs up onto it. Then she straddled me, and sank down, engulfing me in her tight wet sex! “Okay, here we go! I better enjoy this, or all hell will break loose on your defenseless form! You hear me? Good!”
This all started a femdom relationship that has lasted five years!
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