Femdom Stories

“That’s it, nice and slow.” Mia’s voice was thick and low as she held herself just far enough away so that Katie had to reach out with her tongue. Is she nervous? Good A little fear would only heighten the experience, let the girl work for her treat. Mia looked down gauging Katie’s reactions, this was going to be even more fun than she had anticipated. The younger woman gazed up at her, desire and eagerness written all over her face. She was going to be so much fun to train and play with.

The risky nature of the encounter, the risk of exposure, only added to the allure. Mia was playing a dangerous game, but it was too tempting to resist.
The moment Mia saw the fresh-faced young intern, she knew what she wanted. Some casual compliments, encouraging Katie to share her thoughts with Mia. It wasn’t long before Katie followed her around like an eager disciple. All above board, all very respectable.

The dinners were an obvious extension of Mia’s mentoring. Just another opportunity to talk about Katie’s career opportunities, and maybe to share some slightly more intimate thoughts. And then, once she was sure that Katie would not be running to HR, Mia made her move. An invitation for Katie to come to Mia’s house. They both knew what it really meant. Katie’s face was flushed, her eyes wide with a mixture of apprehension and desire, as she tripped over the words to say yes to the invitation…

“That’s it, bitch,” Kathy spat, the words laced with a venom she hadn’t realized she possessed. He probably thought she was so much better. He was wrong. “Learn what real fucking feels like!”

Kathy’s nails dug into Emma’s hips, the flesh yielding beneath her fingers. Control. She needed control. She gripped tighter, using Emma’s body to leverage her thrusts. Emma whimpered, and Kathy felt a warm thrill of satisfaction flood her body. She gritted her teeth, her movements becoming more aggressive.

“Is this how he liked it? Is this how you kept your job?” Kathy’s voice was a low snarl. “Moan for me, slut. Tell me how good I am.” Tell me I’m better than him. Kathy couldn’t keep the bitterness out of her voice. The divorce had gone her way, the company was hers again, but the memory of his hand on another woman’s back at the company party still made her stomach churn. He had humiliated her in front of everyone, and that burned inside her…

“Moan as loud as you like Aaliyah, scream for me, no one will hear you.”

Mia’s voice, calm and controlled, cut through the other woman’s desperate, rambling, pleas. The strap on thrust rhythmically in and out of Aaliyah’s pussy, the pace unhurried but unforgiving. The squelching sound, an irrefutable truth about the effect Mia was having on the frantic woman.

The poise and confidence that had surrounded Aaliyah all week during the negotiations was gone, leaving only weak, babbling need as Mia fucked her relentlessly.

“Let’s talk again about the Union’s demands.” Mia thrust forward, burying the dildo deep in Aaliyah’s wet, cunt, making her grunt. “Are you ready to be more… reasonable?”

Aaliyah whimpered, head falling forward, leg muscles trembling. “I… I can’t…” She gasped. “They… they…”

“They trust you. They rely on you. They respect you.” With each sentence, Mia pulled back and then thrust in once more. The sound of Aaliyah’s moans sending thrills of pleasure through her. Finally, she could release some of the frustration that had been building up all week dealing with the intransigent Union Rep…