Femdom erotica has captivated readers for centuries, exploring the deep psychological and physical dynamics between dominant women and submissive men. Whether it’s through power exchange, teasing control, or strict discipline, these stories offer an intense and thrilling escape into a world of submission and dominance.
For those who enjoy the thrill of female domination, we present five sensual and stimulating femdom short stories. Each one delves into different aspects of power play, from psychological dominance to physical submission. Prepare to be drawn into the alluring and intoxicating world of dominant women who command total devotion.
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1. The Contract – A Businesswoman’s Secret World
Ethan had always been drawn to powerful women, but he never expected to find himself kneeling before one. His new boss, Victoria Blackwell, exuded confidence and authority in the boardroom, but it wasn’t until she called him into her private office that he discovered the full extent of her dominance.
“Sign this,” she ordered, sliding a document across the desk.
It was no ordinary contract. The agreement detailed strict rules, protocols, and punishments, if he dared disobey. His heart pounded as he realized what was happening. He had always fantasized about being controlled, and now it was becoming reality.
Under Victoria’s meticulous guidance, Ethan learned to surrender completely, offering his obedience in exchange for the most intense pleasure and discipline he had ever known. His days were filled with professionalism, but his nights belonged entirely to her.
Ethan’s palms grew slick with anticipation as he took the pen in hand, his gaze lingering on the contract’s explicit terms. The room was heavy with the scent of her perfume, a seductive blend of vanilla and jasmine that seemed to cling to her curves like a lover.
Her emerald eyes bore into him, the challenge in her expression as clear as the crystal glasses that sat on the corner of her desk.
The contract described scenes of bondage, submission, and erotic punishments that sent shivers down his spine. Despite his racing thoughts, he couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the thought of being under the command of this enigmatic beauty.
Her full, red lips curled into a knowing smile as she watched him, her long, crimson nails tapping impatiently on the desk. With a deep breath, he signed his name, sealing his fate in her seductive world of power and passion.
The moment the ink dried, the atmosphere shifted, the air thickening with a heady blend of excitement and trepidation.
Victoria stood up from her chair, the sharp click of her stiletto heels echoing through the silent room as she approached him.
Her tight, black pencil skirt hugged her curvaceous hips, accentuating the sway of her ass as she moved. Leaning over, she whispered in his ear, “Your training begins now.”
Her breath was hot, sending shivers down his spine. She reached for the zipper of his pants, revealing his swollen arousal.
Ethan gasped as she wrapped her soft, yet firm hand around his cock, stroking it gently.
“You see,” she murmured, her voice a velvety purr, “I know exactly what you need.”
With a wicked grin, she led him to a corner of the room where a set of shackles awaited. His heart hammered in his chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins.
This was it, the moment he had both dreaded and craved.
She secured his wrists and ankles, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. His eyes locked onto hers, questioning yet desperate for her to take control.
Slowly, she began to undress, her ample breasts spilling out of her blouse, her nipples stiff and demanding attention.
Each article of clothing she removed revealed more of her tantalizing flesh, her pussy glistening with desire.
The anticipation was unbearable, his cock straining against its new restraints. The sound of fabric sliding off her body was like a symphony to his ears. As she stood before him, completely naked, Ethan knew that he had signed away not just his body, but his very soul to this enigmatic woman.
The room seemed to spin as she stepped closer, her hand caressing his face before descending to his cock once more.
“Welcome to my world,” she whispered, her grip tightening as she guided him to the edge of ecstasy.
2. The Mistress Next Door – A Hidden Domme Reveals Her Secrets
Jason had lived next to Cassandra for years, always admiring the mysterious woman with striking eyes and an air of authority. She was sophisticated, elegant, and confident, qualities that fascinated him. One evening, after a casual chat over wine, she leaned in close and whispered,
“Would you like to see what I do behind closed doors?”
Curiosity got the best of him. He followed her into her candlelit bedroom, where black leather and silk draped the furniture. Chains, collars, and a collection of paddles hung neatly on the wall.
“I control everything in this space,” she purred, watching him closely. “Are you ready to obey?”
The moment Jason nodded, he knew he had stepped into a world he would never want to leave. Cassandra was not just his alluring neighbor, she was his Mistress, and he was about to learn what it meant to submit entirely to her will.
With a smoldering gaze, Cassandra sauntered over to a tall, ornate chest, her voluptuous curves swaying hypnotically beneath her silk robe. She pulled out a blindfold made of velvety material that was as dark as the night outside. Her full, pink lips curled into a knowing smile as she approached Jason, placing the blindfold over his eyes, plunging him into a world of anticipation and darkness.
The scent of her perfume, a heady blend of jasmine and musk, filled the room, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Trust is the foundation of our relationship,” she murmured, her voice like a siren’s song in his ear.
“You must trust me completely if you wish to experience the true extent of my dominance.”
Her soft, yet firm, touch sent a jolt of excitement through his body as she guided him to a chair in the center of the room. His heart hammered in his chest as he felt the soft caress of leather restraints being secured around his wrists and ankles, leaving him vulnerable and exposed.
The room grew quiet, save for the sound of their breathing, and the crackle of a whip being tested in the air, hinting at the pleasures and pains that awaited him. The anticipation was almost unbearable, his cock already straining against the fabric of his pants, eager to be part of the impending debauchery.
As the silence stretched on, Jason felt a warm, wet sensation as Cassandra’s tongue traced a slow, teasing path from his neck to his navel, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
“Remember,” she breathed, her hot breath fanning across his skin, “you are mine to command.”
Jason’s body tensed as he heard the unmistakable sound of a belt being unbuckled. He gulped, his imagination running wild with the possibilities of what his Mistress had planned for him. He felt the coolness of her bare skin as she straddled his lap, her soft curves pressing against his chest.
With a flick of her wrist, she tore open his shirt, the buttons scattering across the floor like a trail of confetti. He was about to protest, but she silenced him with a sharp, “Mm, no talking,” and placed a finger over his trembling lips.
Her other hand reached down to his crotch, her long, painted nails deftly unzipping his pants. His cock sprang free, the cool air of the room brushing against the sensitive skin. Without warning, she wrapped her hand around his shaft, her grip firm and unyielding.
He groaned as she began to pump him with a brutal rhythm that was both painful and incredibly arousing. Each stroke was a silent command, a declaration of her dominance over his body.
She leaned in, her hot breath against his ear, “You’re going to come for me, but not yet,” she whispered, her voice a seductive blend of sweetness and steel.
“Not until I say so.”
He could feel her wetness seeping through the fabric of her lacy panties, her own arousal clear as she ground her hips against him. Her teeth grazed his earlobe, sending a jolt of electricity straight to his groin. He was hers to manipulate, a mere toy for her pleasure. The realization was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Cassandra’s hand slithered away from Jason’s throbbing cock, leaving him panting and desperate for release. With a sadistic chuckle, she stood, her own arousal palpable as she stepped back to admire her handiwork.
She grabbed a leather crop from the wall, the smack of it against her palm echoing in the silent room. “Now,” she began, her voice a velvety purr, “it’s time for your first lesson in obedience.”
She traced the tip of the crop along his jawline, then down his chest, pausing at his erect nipples.
He gasped as she pinched one, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger before giving it a sharp tug. The sudden pain sent a bolt of pleasure straight to his cock, which jerked against his stomach.
“You’re going to count,” she instructed, “each time I strike you. And remember, if you come before I say, your punishment will be severe.”
She brought the crop down with a swift, precise motion, striking his left nipple.
“One,” he managed through gritted teeth, the sting melding with the ache in his balls.
She moved to the other side, delivering a second blow.
“Two,” he counted, his voice strained.
With each subsequent strike, she moved lower, painting a crimson path across his abs until she reached the base of his cock. Each hit brought him closer to the edge, the pain a delicious counterpoint to the desire clawing at him. Her hand reached between his legs, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin behind his testicles, while the crop continued its cruel dance.
“Three…four…five,” he counted, his voice growing hoarser.
“Good boy,” she cooed, her voice thick with desire. “Now, let’s see how well you can take your punishment.”
The crop rained down on his exposed flesh, each impact sending him spiraling closer to the precipice of climax. His body was a symphony of pain and pleasure, and he could feel his orgasm building, a beast straining against its leash.
But he knew better than to disobey his Mistress. With a superhuman effort, he held back, his muscles quivering with the effort of denial.
She leaned in, her breath hot and sweet against his skin, and whispered, “You’re doing so well, my pet.” The gentle praise was almost too much to bear, and he knew that when she finally granted him release, it would be earth, shattering.
Cassandra could feel the tension in the room thicken as Jason’s body writhed beneath her, his muscles tightening in sweet agony. She knew he was close, his breathing shallow and erratic, each count echoing his desperation.
“Six…seven…eight,” he panted, the crop landing with a sharp crack against his inner thigh, dangerously close to his throbbing cock.
Her hand left his sensitive spot behind his balls and traveled back up, her fingernails digging into the flesh of his abs. She could sense the battle raging within him, the need to come warring with the fear of displeasing her. The crop hovered above his shaft, poised to deliver the final blow.
“Nine,” he rasped, his voice a strangled cry.
“Ten,” she whispered, her breath a caress against his ear.
The crop connected with a resounding smack, and with a roar, he lost control, his body convulsing as he came harder than he ever had before, the hot spurts of his semen painting her hand and the floor beneath him.
She watched, her own arousal peaking, as he shuddered and jerked, her dominance over him absolute. Only when his breathing had calmed did she remove the blindfold, revealing the triumphant gleam in her eyes as she surveyed her well-trained pet.
“You did well,” she purred, her voice a soft praise that sent a shiver down his spine. “But our lessons are just beginning.”
3. The Art of Submission – A Museum Encounter Turns Seductive
Gabriel was an art student, fascinated by the beauty of the human form. But when he met Lilith, a dominant artist with a passion for control, he became the canvas for her pleasure.
“You have potential,” she murmured, her sharp nails tracing his jawline. “But potential means nothing without discipline.”
Their meetings were not just about art; they became lessons in devotion. In her private studio, she bound him in silk ropes, painting his skin with whispered commands and teasing touches. Every moment under her gaze made him ache for more, but she dictated the pace.
Lilith took her time molding him into the perfect submissive, shaping his desires just as she shaped her sculptures, precisely, artfully, and with complete mastery.
Gabriel’s heart raced as he found himself standing in Lilith’s dimly lit, private studio, surrounded by the musky scent of clay and turpentine. The walls adorned with her erotic sculptures of entwined bodies, each curve and contour speaking of passionate submission, served as a silent invitation to the evening’s lesson. She approached him, her hips swaying in a way that made his mouth water, her long hair cascading over her bare shoulders like a waterfall of ink. She held in her hand a set of silken ropes that shimmered like a serpent’s skin. With a knowing smile, she began to weave them around his body, starting at his wrists, looping around his biceps, and down to his waist. Each pass was a caress, each knot a silent promise of what was to come.
Her eyes, dark and all-consuming, bore into his as she worked. He could feel her power, her dominance, as the ropes grew taut, the fabric biting gently into his skin. His cock began to thicken, straining against his jeans as he watched her in fascination. Her touch grew more deliberate, more demanding, as she bound his chest and thighs, leaving his cock and balls exposed to the cool air. The anticipation was a sweet agony, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Finally, she stepped back to admire her work, a smug smile playing on her lips.
“Perfect,” she whispered, her voice a velvety purr that seemed to resonate in his very bones.
“Now, my dear, let’s begin your first true lesson in the art of submission.”
With that, she snapped her fingers, and the lights grew dimmer, casting deep shadows over his bound form. The only sound was the thud of his pulse echoing through the room and the rustle of her skirt as she approached him, a riding crop in hand. He trembled with excitement, his eyes never leaving hers as she raised the crop, poised to introduce him to a world where pleasure and pain danced in a delicious ballet of desire.
4. The Queen’s Throne – A Royal Seduction
In a kingdom ruled by Queen Isabella, there were whispers of a secret chamber where only the most devoted men were allowed entrance. Marcus, a young nobleman, had always yearned for power, but what he truly longed for was to kneel at the feet of the most powerful woman in the land.
One night, summoned by the Queen herself, Marcus found himself in the forbidden chamber, his heart racing. The Queen sat on an ornate throne, watching him with amusement.
“Kneel,” she commanded.
The room was silent except for the sound of his knees hitting the marble floor. His submission was a gift, and the Queen intended to take full advantage. She ruled not just with her crown, but with a touch, a whisper, and the unshakable knowledge that she owned every inch of him.
Marcus, his knees trembling slightly, gazed up at the Queen’s voluptuous figure, her breasts heaving with anticipation beneath her velvet gown.
The chamber was dimly lit by flickering candles, casting shadows that danced across her luscious curves, hinting at the power and pleasure she held within her grasp. The air was thick with a heady mix of incense and arousal as Queen Isabella leaned forward, her dark eyes piercing his soul.
“You dare to desire what is not yours to take,” she purred, her voice a siren’s call wrapped in velvet.
“But fear not, my pet, for I shall grant you the privilege of serving me… in a manner most fitting for one of your insatiable nature.”
With a wicked smile, she unbuckled the leather belt from around her waist, the metal clinking seductively in the hushed silence. The belt was long and thick, a tool of both punishment and reward in her skilled hands.
“You will learn the true meaning of loyalty,” she murmured, tracing the tip of the belt along the line of his jaw, sending a shiver of anticipation through his body.
“And perhaps, if you are worthy, I may even allow you to kiss the throne from which I rule.”
The Queen’s gaze traveled down his body, lingering on the swell of his erection straining against his breeches.
“But first,” she continued, her eyes gleaming, “you must demonstrate your dedication to your new role.” She stepped closer, the scent of her arousal intoxicating him, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Prepare yourself, for tonight, you shall taste the dark sweetness of submission.”
Marcus felt a thrill of fear and excitement as the Queen’s hand slid from his shoulder to the bulge in his breeches, her fingers wrapping around his rigid length with surprising strength.
“You wish to serve me?” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “Prove it.”
With a firm grip, she guided him to stand and then to the side of the throne, where she pointed to a velvet cushion. “Kneel here,” she ordered, her voice dropping to a sultry purr.
“And prepare to feast on the forbidden fruit.”
As he lowered himself to the cushion, the Queen lifted her gown, revealing the wet, glistening folds of her pussy. It was a sight that would make any man weep with desire, and Marcus was no exception.
She positioned herself above him, her sex mere inches from his face, and with a cruel smile, she began to urinate.
The warm, golden stream cascaded onto his eager mouth, and though his initial reaction was to recoil, he knew better than to defy her. He parted his lips and let the salty liquid fill his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers.
She watched him intently as he swallowed, her own desire growing with each drop that fell from her onto his tongue.
“Good boy,” she crooned, the sound sending a jolt of electricity straight to his cock.
“Now, you shall clean me.”
With a graceful movement, she lowered herself onto his face, her plump labia pressing against his cheeks as she began to grind against his mouth.
Marcus’s tongue darted out, tasting the musky flavor of her arousal, and he found himself eager to please her, to show his worthiness.
He licked and kissed her tenderly, feeling her quiver in response as she moaned in pleasure. The Queen’s thighs tightened around his head, and he knew that this was just the beginning of his training in the art of pleasuring a woman beyond her wildest dreams.
5. The Bet – A Gamble with High Stakes
Leo never backed down from a challenge, especially one involving power play. When his best friend’s older sister, Vanessa, proposed a bet, one night of complete submission if he lost a poker game, he thought he could outplay her.
He was wrong.
Vanessa played him like a professional, watching his reactions with a knowing smirk as she claimed victory.
“You lost,” she reminded him, her voice silky smooth. “That means you’re mine for the night.”
Leo found himself in a world of uncharted desires as Vanessa’s slender fingers danced over his body, exploring every inch of his taut muscles.
Her voluptuous breasts, topped with pink, erect nipples, swayed as she moved with a grace that belied the fiery hunger in her eyes. Her curvy figure, accentuated by the tight dress that had been shed to reveal her bare, supple skin, was a feast for his eyes.
Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that was both innocent and wickedly seductive. His cock, standing at attention, was a silent testament to his growing obsession with her.
He felt the wetness of his pre-cum dribble onto his stomach as she licked her lips and took a seat on the plush velvet chair, crossing her legs just enough to give him a peek at the soft, glistening folds of her pussy.
“Strip,” she ordered, her voice a siren’s call that he couldn’t resist. The game had begun, and the prize was his very soul, bound to the whims of this enigmatic goddess.
The next few hours redefined his understanding of surrender. Vanessa was merciless yet intoxicating, teasing him to the edge of his limits before pulling him back. Every challenge he had ever faced was nothing compared to the battle between his pride and his desperate need to please her.
As dawn broke, Leo realized he never wanted to win against Vanessa again.
Conclusion
Femdom stories offer a captivating glimpse into the world of female dominance, exploring themes of power, submission, and unbreakable desire. Whether through strict discipline, seductive teasing, or complete psychological control, dominant women create unforgettable experiences that leave their submissives craving more.
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