A collection of stories about foot fetish, trampling, female domination, …
This category contains all the stories involving the acts of female domination. Femdom is a portmanteau word for female domination. These stories may contain topics about mistress vs. slave relations, humiliation, facesitting, whipping, bondage and many other forms. Details about a specific story you can find among the tags or the excerpt for that particular story.
The stories in this category often involve mistresses or other strong females who dominate over others, often men. The scenarios may involve foot fetish fantasy or real-life situation. Such and many other similar stories about various aspects of femdom you will find in this category.
second true post about Lieke, the Dutch domme accidentally discovered by her co-worker
Posted in the original forum – many years ago:
“There have been a lot of requests to hear about my interactions with Lieke after the first event. So I’ll write up a few of them. Nothing too crazy until the last one. That Lieke was something else ! But here are some fun times in the last few weeks before she moved back to Europe. ”
The author wrote a short story about workplace domination by the female manager
Tyler used to be one of the most powerful businessmen in the city. He was arrogant, rude, cocky and dishonest. He had dated one of the most beautiful women in the world – Danielle Hilton, herself the sole heiress to a fortune in the hundreds of millions, but that wasn’t enough for him. He cheated on her, numerous times and with different women. Of course, she eventually found out and split up with him, feeling humiliated but also rightfully outraged by his behaviour. Continue reading “The Ultimate Revenge“
The author wrote an interesting introduction to some other society in some other world
Kate pushed the door open whilst chatting on her mobile with Steph. She paused as normal on the upturned face as its tongue slid over the soles of her favourite black work heels. If she’d looked down she may have noticed that it was almost unrecognisable, a flattened mess of heel marks around a long-since pulverised nose. It would need to be replaced soon. But she didn’t look down, she merely paused whilst it did its work, laughing at Steph’s latest story. She kicked off her shoes and strode into the living room, walking full weight over another of the faces in the floor. The smooth bare skin of her heel split its lip before her weight spread to engulf it completely. She didn’t even notice the tongue dart out to lick her instep, why would she pay any attention to something so normal? Continue reading “A Normal Day“
An excellent, old story about a femdom marriage filled with trampling
Alexis and Jim were happily married, though certainly not in a “normal”
sense by any stretch of the imagination. Their unique relationship was, in
fact, based on a very unusual reversal of roles in which she was the dominant partner and he was, most definitely, the passive agent. Although many modern marriages operate smoothly on a reversal of traditional male/female roles, theirs carried the still somewhat unusual and sluggish trend a step further (and I use the term “step” with tongue firmly entrenched in cheek!) To Alexis and Jim, however, the close relationship they enjoyed didn’t seem bizarre or even particularly unusual. Continue reading “The Special Rug“
The new job adventures continue
As I inched toward her shoe, I could smell the scent of her feet. She had those heels on all day and the aroma was a sweet, yet salty, vinegary-like smell, with a hint of leather. I was totally aroused. I began to kiss her shoes all over with passion. She was amused by this and said, “That’s a good sub. Kiss them all over.” I started to lick a little as I kissed her shoes. I rubbed my nose across her nylons as I licked and man was the smell awesome. She said, “OK sub, roll over on your back.” “Yes, Principal Dawn,” I said with a strange look on my face. “Now, you must clean the soles of my high heels.” I thought, OK great. But then, she stepped up on my stomach and I could hardly breathe. “You weren’t ready for that, sub, but you better get used to it because this is how you will greet everyone in this school from here on out.” Man, her heels were piercing into my flesh and the pain was immense. But, I think I can handle it. She doesn’t weigh that much. Continue reading “Substitute Teacher Part 3“
Adventures of the substitute teacher continue
So, what was I going to do? If I don’t do as she says, she’s going to report me to the principal and I’ll lose my job. And besides, I’m enjoying this anyhow, so what the hell. I start licking her soles. This time I’m really getting into it. I can feel the grit off her soles sticking to my tongue each time I lick them. This is awesome. And she’s really liking it too because now she moves her shoe off my chest and places it on my cock and starts to pump it with her heel. Oh, man… what a dream… I can’t believe this is really happening. I’m getting really hard, so I start licking her soles all over faster and harder. She grinds her sole harder into my face and pumps my cock faster. I’m about to explode. This is awesome. Why did I ever wait so long to try this? She places her hand under her skirt and starts to get herself all worked up. Oh my…. Oh my… I can’t hold it much longer. I’m about to cum all in my pants. Continue reading “Substitute Teacher Part 2“
A substitute teacher starts a job in a very special school
I had just graduated college with a BS in Education and was looking for a job to start paying off my college loans. I was searching the ads and found an ad: “Part-time / Full-time sub needed for H.S., call 555-1234 to set up an interview.” “Perfect,” I thought to myself. So I called the number and set up an interview for the next day. Continue reading “Substitute Teacher Part 1“
The author wrote a dark fantasy about a house slave who does not remember his previous life.
Hogtied under the table he realized that he couldn’t move. His body was sore and trying to look around he found that there was a leather strap around his forehead and neck preventing even the slightest movement.
He was facing out from under the table looking under a chair in front of him and beyond that, he saw a woman from the waist down walking back and forth at the counter. Straining as much as he could he tried to move enough to see who it was but no such luck. He wasn’t afforded even a millimeter.
She was busy with what he thought sounded as if she was preparing something to eat. He went to yell but nothing came out of his mouth. Sweat began to form as his heart pounded in his chest. Continue reading “The End“
The last part of the story about Cyndi and Jim
Moving even closer to Jim now, Cyndi extended her right hand and gently patted Jim between his legs saying, “come on Hon, let me take care of that for you.”
Rising from the couch with Jim in hand/tow, Cyndi lead him through the kitchen and down the basement stairs. Jim really did not know what to expect, he thought that he might be led into some kind of dungeon or something, but was put at ease when he arrived at the bottom of the basement stairs and saw a normal basement. This was obviously Cyndi’s playroom, as it contained a full bar, a stereo system, as well as, another wide-screen TV, a comfortable couch, and three chairs. Curiously though, there was no carpet on the floor, just a concrete floor. It seemed strange that she did not have this touch of added warmth to such a cozy room. Continue reading “Impaled Part 4“
The story about Cynd and Jim continues
In the nearly three weeks since Jim’s chance meeting with Cyndi at Mickey-D’s, Jim thought about Cyndi often but never thought that she would actually call him, until one night while bored watching the same old moves on ‘Smack Down’, the phone rang. Jim picked up the phone and answered with a half-hearted “hello?” “Hello, Jim. How’s my favorite film counter guy doing, how’s your hand,” came Cyndi’s cheery greeting, as she queried Jim about his well-being. “Fine”, Jim responded as he explained that he still needed to be careful with his now deformed/cupped left hand. “Listen”, Cyndi intoned, “my husband is out of town on business, and I am so lonely here all by myself, I’ve made an extra serving of Veal Parmagine, it’s your favorite, have you had dinner yet?” Jim was now excited at the prospect of having dinner with Cyndi, and it was easily detectable in his voice as he answered with an enthusiastic, “NO!” “PERFECT!”, Cyndi chimed, “everything is ready. “My address is 1145 Park Ave., can you make it here in 20 minutes, Jim?” “Yes!”, Jim said. “I’ll see you in 20!” Continue reading “Impaled Part 3“