Stories in femdom
18 stories · Page 1On a business trip, I was sitting in my room for the third evening, completely at a loss for what to do with myself. I was fed up with TV, and so was my correspondence with my wife. I opened a website and scrolled through the profiles. One photo showed a girl of about twenty-two, thin, smiling, and wrote, "gentle, uninhibited." I messaged her. We agreed on an hour, I sent her a deposit, and gave her my number. Forty minutes later, there was a knock. I opened the door—and it wasn't her. About thirty-two years old, plump, short hair, a leather jacket, and a shoulder bag. She was definitely different from the photo. — Are you Andrey? - Yes... And you? — It's me today. A photo for those who are afraid. If you want a sweet girl, I'm not her. My rules. If you don't like it, the door is behind you. I stood there in my shorts and a T-shirt; it was already stupid to try to win back. The money was gone. I nodded. - Then close the door and take everything off. Don't
Andrei rented a one-room apartment on the fifth floor with no elevator. The building was old, paneled, with a perpetually smelly entryway and neighbors who listened to the television as if it were on full blast. The apartment was lousy, but cheap. And the landlady—a woman with a heavy gaze—wasn't intrusive into his life. Or rather, she wasn't until he stopped paying. At first, he just delayed it for a week. Then two. Then a month. He had money, but he squandered it: bets, beer, some idiot from a dating site who squeezed everything he had on his card out of him. And then she came. Tamara Ivanovna. 45 years old. Plump, with wide hips, a bob haircut, and arms that could clearly carry bags and much heavier objects. She didn't yell from the doorway. She walked into the kitchen, sat on a stool, and crossed her legs. Her high-heeled pump swung in the air. "Two months," she said. "Plus utilities. Total sixty-four thousand." "I don't have any right now,
My Svetka is a normal woman. She was. We knew each other well. She was studying to become a teacher. I was a metallurgist. My teacher used to say, "Not everyone can dance ballet, someone has to smelt metal!" Yes. I work as a foreman at a metallurgical plant. Svetka teaches geography. When we met, she was a normal girl: not a party girl, not a slut, calm, sensible, not brazen... Not a beauty, but quite pretty for my taste. We got married, and before graduating, Svetka gave birth to my daughter. My father-in-law and mother-in-law are truly wonderful people. Following the principle of "let the young live for themselves while keeping the family strong," they took in their beloved granddaughter. My wife and I live alone most of the time. My parents contributed and bought us an apartment. Svetka is a good housekeeper. We have regular family sex without any perversions. After college, my wife went to work. And then real hell began. At school, it was either you or the other.
The girls and I rented an apartment for the weekend to have a good time. We had it all: plenty of booze, revealing outfits, and no men within a kilometer, because we'd decided it would be just us girls this weekend. No sappy courtship or disappointments. We planned to chat until the early hours, watch porn, discuss our adventures, and indulge ourselves in every way. By Saturday evening, we were already pretty warm when we realized there was nothing left to eat. We ordered pizza and rolls. Well, ordering by courier is sacred; you can't drag yourself to the store when you're already in a robe and with a glass. When the doorbell rang, I didn't even think about putting on anything more decent. I went to answer it in a short silk robe with nothing underneath. And there was a boy at the door. Not a man, but a boy. Fresh-faced, about twenty years old, with such a stupid, confused smile. He saw me, blushed like a girl, and started mumbling something about an order. "Come
I knew this visit would end badly. I knew it from the moment the guard at the tower's entrance looked at me the way one looks at a drowned man—disgusted and almost sympathetic. “To Mrs. Elena,” I said, trying to sound confident. The guard silently checked his tablet and nodded. The elevator took a long time to rise. The mirrored walls reflected my face—pale, with dark circles under my eyes from three sleepless nights. My jacket was awry, though I'd adjusted it a dozen times. The debt—a sum I wouldn't be able to raise in a year—was burning in my pocket like an IOU that too many people knew about. The penthouse greeted me with silence and cold light. Huge windows overlooked the city, but the sun didn't penetrate—the hue was gray, as if before a storm. “Alexander,” a female voice said. I turned around. Elena was standing in the doorway leading deeper into the apartment. Tall, wearing a figure-hugging dark gray dress, her hair slicked back. Next to her, slightly behind h
It was my first party at university, and I felt out of place. I, Vlad, a first-year student—skinny, shy, and bespectacled, who blushed at every loud word—had been invited by Lera. She was a third-year student and a real star in her department: a tall, brunette with a nose piercing and a perpetually mocking gaze. I didn't understand what I'd done to deserve the invitation, but I couldn't refuse the attentions of such a girl. The apartment where they gathered was a rented two-room apartment in an older building, but tastefully furnished. Besides Lera, there were three others: Katya, a redhead with freckles and a scattering of freckles on her exposed shoulders; Alina, a short, perky woman with a pixie cut; and Sveta, a taciturn, plump blonde with a huge bust who constantly munched on potato chips. The occasion was Katya's birthday. Someone shoved a glass of some sweet disgusting thing into my hand, and the evening went downhill. The girls chatted about their own things,
This happened the first week of my freshman year of college. I'm walking back to my dorm from the bathroom (this was back in the days when dorm rooms were like prison cells and the whole hall shared a bathroom) and I walk by the open door of two girls, Jess and Megs, who lived a few doors down from me. I'd been at school for four whole days at this point and didn't really know them other than that they were on the field hockey team (which, honestly, I didn't even know what that was until I'd gotten here). The two girls were drinking beers and giggling. "Hey Mike, whats up? Wanna beer?" Because I was a complete dork back then I responded with, "Isn't that against the rules?" The girls laughed and Megs replied, "Christy doesn't give a fuck and we just saw her walk out of here anyway." Christy, our RA, had made it clear at orientation that she did not, in fact, give a fuck as long as we didn't get crazy. These girls were hot. Like, smoking hot. Normally, I would have mumbled an
I was sitting in the office until late, as usual. The computer light was already glaring, and it had long since gotten dark outside. Elena Sergeevna, my boss, was usually the last one to leave, but that evening she suddenly summoned me. "Come in," she said curtly into the chat. Nothing out of the ordinary, I thought. Another report, which I must have screwed up somewhere again. I walked in and immediately caught that scent—her expensive perfume and something else, barely perceptible, that always took my breath away. She was sitting at her desk in her usual office attire: a black leather skirt hugging her hips so tightly it seemed about to split, a white blouse unbuttoned one button too many, and under the desk—those same black stockings and high-heeled shoes. Black, patent leather, with a pointed toe. I tried not to look. It didn't work out well. "Sit down," she said, without looking up from the screen. Her voice was even, but it already had that note that usuall
Under the shadow of her grace Exactly one year had passed, long and thorny, since the moment Anna, my sun and my torment, left for another. His name was Artyom, a self-confident senior, and I, just her timid classmate, watched their happiness from the sidelines, like a bright but inaccessible picture. My whole world narrowed to her smile, her laughter, the flicker of her chestnut hair in the college corridors. By spring, a shadow of thoughtfulness had settled in her eyes, always so clear, and her laughter had grown quieter. The story unfolded itself, harshly and routinely: Artyom, having graduated, had left for his hometown without proposing marriage, or even a heart, or even a seat next to her on the packed train. He had simply vanished from her life, leaving silence in his wake. But autumn brought other changes. Returning to school, I saw that Anna had been transformed. A smooth, careful grace had appeared in her gait, and the contours of her figure revealed a soft, rounded line o
I've been working at this office for six months now. During this time, I've never received a reprimand and have always performed my work with excellence. I'm almost 23 years old and eager to advance my career. I've been in the office of my boss several times, a woman whose name many colleagues were afraid to pronounce out loud. Vera Nikolaevna, a 38-year-old woman known for her strictness. A tall, stately woman with long legs and ample D-cup breasts, her red hair and green eyes intimidated many, especially when she lost her temper. When Vera Nikolaevna was angry, it seemed as if lightning flashed from her beautiful eyes, especially if one of her coworkers made a mistake. I was captivated by her as a professional and as a woman. When I brought her reports, I noticed how carefully she studied me. She never raised her voice at me and was always satisfied with my work. I like older women. With them, I can not only discuss various topics but also enjoy a unique sexual exp
"Name and date of birth?", he asked, routinely. "I'm Koz, January 5, 1986.", I said, bored, since I'd repeated that about five times since I'd come in. "OK sir, I'm going to need you to undress from the waist down. You can leave your shirt and shoes on but just have your pants hang out below your knees. Then I need you to lie down on that medical chair and I'll lower it.", he said. "That one? The one...with restraints on the side?", I asked, a little surprised to see a chair like that in a doctor's office. This wasn't a urologist office I'd found on FetLife after all. "Yeah that one. We like to make sure our patients stay still during the procedure", he confirmed. "I'm helping the doctor today I'll show her in shortly. Lie down, take a deep breath." I did as he instructed, internally grinning about what a weird sight I must be for a fly on the wall - limp-dicked-ly lying flat on a medical chair, shirt on, but bottomless with my pants and underwear hanging by my ankles, a bright LE
I love it when men talk about their dreams—the Beautiful Princess or Queen they want to serve. For many, this remains just a fantasy, but for me, this dream has become reality. I am a Mistress, and one man gave me seven years of his life—seven years of devotion, pain, trust, and submission that have become part of my soul, part of my world. Our acquaintance began timidly: he came to test himself, his limits, to understand how much he could trust a woman who takes complete control. In his gaze, I noticed a mixture of timidity and quiet delight, a desire to surrender, trembling and tension, but most importantly—a willingness to be mine. The first punishment was a test. I made him kneel before me and selected a whip, a belt, and a cane. "Lower your head," I ordered, and his voice trembled: "Yes, Mistress." Strike after strike fell on his skin, leaving stripes and marks. His breathing quickened, his body tensed, he fought back a scream but did not beg for mercy. "Say
I stood in the middle of the room, feeling completely naked, even though I was wearing simple black shorts and a T-shirt. My stepmother's command rang in my ears: "Wait. And behave yourself." Svetlana, my stepmother, sat on the sofa like a queen on a throne. Her legs, tanned and well-groomed, were gracefully crossed. On her feet were open-toed sandals with sky-high heels, accentuating every curve. Her pedicure was perfect, a blood-red polish, like drops of fresh blood on marble. She sipped her martini, her eyes sliding over me coldly and appraisingly. The door opened, and she walked in. Svetlana's friend, Veronica. I'd seen her a couple of times—tall, with shoulder-length dark hair and a piercing, predatory gaze. She was wearing a form-fitting black dress, and on her feet were the same sky-high stilettos, black, with pointed toes. “Veronica, my dear, come in,” Svetlana said languidly, without moving from her place. Veronica looked me up and down, a slight, mockin
“Come into the office,” the doctor said. She was wearing a fairly short white robe. She was a woman of about 35, quite pretty and slender. - Today I have an intern instead of a nurse, so I will explain everything to her what we will do and she will help me with the examination. So you need a certificate from the dispensary, right? “Yes,” I answered. - Any complaints? – she asked, crossing her legs. - No, I think. - Okay, we'll check everything. At that moment, a girl intern came in. “Take off your T-shirt, let’s start the examination,” the doctor said. I took off my T-shirt and approached the doctor. The intern girl also came up and sat down next to the doctor. The doctor started listening to my lungs. “Breathing is smooth, clean, write,” the doctor told the intern, “so turn your back.” She listened to something from behind. - Okay, take off your pants. To be honest, I was not ready to undress like that. I thought the medical examination would be standard a
I had a small fragment in my life. I met the Mistress on the Internet and went to meet her. Yes, she didn’t ask for money for the meeting. I took with me some champagne, a bottle of vodka and a couple of canned beers. I came to her and after a short conversation it turned out that in fact she had two profiles, one as a mistress, and the other as a slave. Moreover, she liked the role of a slave, and she wanted to try to be a Mistress. One way or another, I am a slave and feel like one, so I didn’t change anything and gave myself into her hands. I went to the bathroom to rinse my rectum, I usually do this with a shower hose, by the way, this hose goes into my hole 20 centimeters, maybe more. First, I washed myself on the toilet (combined) so as not to clog the grate in the bathtub with pieces of shit and then push it all through with my fingers. Afterwards, when all the large pieces fell out of me, they fell out, because at that moment I was actively stretching my hole, I moved into th
This story happened to me that summer. I had never been to this dacha alone before, but my sister left with my mother, and my father went to work. That day I especially liked myself, although I always look good: short, natural blonde with blue eyes, I have firm breasts and a toned ass. So, yesterday I met a girl, Marina, while walking around the island where our dacha is located. We had a nice conversation at first, then we drank wine, she looked at me very intently, discussed my breasts, but this is normal, girls often do this! Then we played cards out of nothing to do and she offered to play for a wish, I agreed and lost, she promised that she would use her wish tomorrow, i.e. just today. And then I see her, she comes into the gate with a bag on her shoulder and goes up to me. - I want to play mistress and slave! You can't refuse, right! - Well, yes! (I'm a little surprised). - Undress down to your panties and lie down on the bed on your stomach on the terrace (our terrace
I 19f fucked my ex bf in his car in the middle of the day in a parking garage. So pretty much the two of us went out to lunch with each other on a Saturday downtown in the city that we live in and we ended up fucking in the back of his car. When we got back to his car we started making out in the front for probably a solid 15 minutes. During that we were touching each other and getting more and more handsy with the other. He pulled away and gave a glance to the backseat and smirked and i dont think that he thought I would take it seriously because it seemed to catch him by surprise when I climbed between the seats into the back. So we we’re both in the back and I was on top of him making out and grinding on him and I slipped my pants off and he started to rub my pussy over my panties while we kept making out which made me super wet bc I’m kinda into fucking in places that we could get caught. Then I pulled down his pants and his boxers and put his dick in my mouth and gave him a blowjo
A couple years ago, I was a swimmer. And after a growth spurt in the summer, I had some decent chance of being pretty good. So I was taking every opportunity I could for extra practice. It started preseason. The girls were constantly using the pool so I was looking for somewhere else to practice. That’s when I talked to my coach and she agreed that if I was really serious about this, I could come swim at her house after girls practices. So after school I’d help her coach the girls and then after that practice we’d go to her house and she’d give me some one on one focus. Eventually she determined that I could be faster if I built some muscle. So every morning we were going to the gym as well. So between working out in the mornings and swimming in the evenings, I was practically living with her. As the year went on we got a lot closer, she would come swim with me sometimes, we were talking about personal lives. And eventually I asked her about her dating life since she seemed to live