FemaleDom Stories

I am not the original writer of this story. The original and concept belongs entirely to Baguss who has not been able to be contacted. I have re-published it here as it increasingly disappears from search engines. The story remains the same; a Beauty Queen learns her place after a vicious catfight. It has been edited and re-formatted and contains acts of non-consensual sex and violence, if this is likely to offend you please go no further.

How long can an experienced professional make a handjob last? Her client is about to find out.

My ex wife cums over and Mommy catches us fucking. What will Mommy do?

During another fight in the world of Smash, Ness is squaring off against Daisy. The wily princess advises him to throw the fight and before he can even say anything, she goes ahead and throws herself right off the stage. Then taking the stage herself, she fucks him up in his own home. Repeatedly.

Cassandra meets Samantha at the gym and they decide to go for coffee... The rest is in the title XD

A JP Related Story
Jerry recalls his encounters and friendship with a massively muscled farm girl

A Human Chair Story
Part of the Facesitting universe
A guy answers a gamer girl’s personal ad seeking a human chair for an upcoming gaming competition.

Whelp, this was an unfortunate twist of fate. To have to turn around and ask for help from a man I left broken years ago was not my ideal Wednesday night plans but, unfortunately, I've run out of better options. Broken myself, and bleeding, I need to get away from the men chasing me because these assholes are shooting to kill. I am Katerina and, beware men, I am coming in like a hurricane. Be prepared or get swept away.

Beverly Parker was having trouble in school. She'd been expelled from her last school - this was her last chance. But Ms. Parker's was an all-girls school and for a promiscuous teen-aged girl, that was a fate worse than death. How would she make it through to graduate?

Fourteen-year-old Zoey was standing in her bedroom doorway, wearing nothing but those ridiculous Tweedy slippers. Her left hand was raised above her head, propped against the door jamb, and from that hand, a single strand of 3/8-inch sisal rose hung in spirals to the floor. “Come on,” she said. “Tie me up.”