Category: Femdom

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.

Substitute Teacher Part 1 4.5 (17)

This entry is part 1 of 3 in the series Substitute Teacher

A substitute teacher starts a job in a very special school

written by trampleme
 original source of the story was Unknown source

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 4.5 (17)“

The End 4.2 (18)

The author wrote a dark fantasy about a house slave who does not remember his previous life.

written by LookingUp
 original source of the story was Unknown source

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 4.2 (18)“

Impaled Part 4 3.9 (15)

This entry is part 4 of 4 in the series Imapled

The last part of the story about Cyndi and Jim

written by scotdenell
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

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 3.9 (15)“

Impaled Part 3 4.1 (7)

This entry is part 3 of 4 in the series Imapled

The story about Cynd and Jim continues

written by scotdenell
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

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 4.1 (7)“

Impaled Part 2 4.1 (8)

This entry is part 2 of 4 in the series Imapled

The second part of the story about the woman that loves stepping on hands.

written by scotdenell
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

It had been three weeks now, and Cyndi had not even given the K-Mart incident a second thought until one morning she stopped at the local Mickey-D’s for a cup of coffee. As Cyndi opened the door of the restaurant and entered, her well-worn heels began to beat a sinisterly melodious melody on the tile floor as she made her way to the order counter. Now only a few feet from the counter, Cyndi noticed a young man with his left hand in a cast and immediately recognized “Film Counter Jim,” the K-Mart employee. Continue reading “Impaled Part 2 4.1 (8)“

Impaled Part 1 4.3 (19)

This entry is part 1 of 4 in the series Imapled

A story about a woman who loves to step on men’s hands.

written by scotdenell
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

Cyndi slowly opened her eyes at the sound of the soft classical music coming from the clock radio after a delightful night’s slumber. “WOW!” she thought as she slowly gained all of her senses. Had she really spent seven hours chatting with her new “Foot Pets” on the WWW, yesterday?

From an early age, Cyndi knew she was different, from the time she accidentally crushed an errant and unsuspecting newt under the lethal spike heel of her mother’s 4 1/2-inch strappy sandal while dancing on her back porch, she began hunting victims for her pleasure. Now, with the new website, there would be a never-ending plethora of men fighting to be first to taste the sting of her BZs (you know the hollow heel that causes maximum damage and maximum pain). “Why fight it she thought!” There was plenty of pain in her heels for any and all men. Continue reading “Impaled Part 1 4.3 (19)“

Dominant trample 4.3 (26)

Curvy young girl steps on a guys face while having sex with her husband

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I met Melanie online and chatted with her over the course of several weeks. With the cloak of internet anonymity I was able to be very honest about my trample fetish. She said she had many fetishes but one in particular she didn’t want to talk about just yet. She did ask about me and what I would be willing to do. Could she step on me ? Say mean things to me ? Was I into role play ? She seemed particularly interested if I would agree to clean her shoes, which I happily said “yes” to.

We seemed like a good match so the decision was made to meet in person.  Melanie lived about a half hour away from me by train in a slightly more posh London neighborhood.   All in all I was curious about her questions and was looking forward to getting together.

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Classroom boot domination 4.3 (24)

Schoolboy agrees to lick the boots of his dominant female classmate

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I was 14, in school, and we were watching a movie in a classroom. As there was not a lot of space I was sitting on the first rank.  Because people behind couldn’t see the screen, I was, like the others, sitting on the floor, my back against the bench.

There was a girl behind me, who put her feet on the bench, which was probably quite comfortable for her. She was wearing little flat white boots, and her soles were against my back. Realising that I tried to move a bit on the left or right, but she might have found it was funny and she kept her soles in my back. So I decided to lie a bit more so there was just my head (I thought she would not put her soles against my hair).

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Introduced To My Cousin’s Feet 3.9 (21)

Cousin and her friends rub their stinky feet all over a young boy’s face

written by Chris
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I was introduced to feet by my cousin and her friends, and I like now being submissive to women with their feet. I was in high school in grade nine. My cousin was quite a bit older than me and was in final year of university staying at our house. I didn’t see her much, or know her all that well. There was too much of an age gap, and she was always away studying. I had a foot fetish and suspected she was into feet, but was never sure. I was nervous about my foot fetish, and would often sneak into her room and look at her shoes, nylons, etc. She often would comment and ask me if I was in her room and had touched her shoes. I always denied it though.

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Weird Woman at the Cinema 4.9 (34)

Woman at the movies thinks nothing of resting her shoe on a man’s face.

written by FootOn
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Many years ago I went to the theater to watch a movie. I don’t even remember the name of the movie but the theater was pretty much full and I couldn’t sit with my friends. So we all decided to find whatever seat we could in the place. I saw an empty one in the very left corner in the second row from the back. The view would have been horrible from that angle but something is better than nothing. So I hopped over people’s legs and got to the seat at the very end of the row. As soon as I got there I saw a young   woman sitting in the seat behind mine had her left leg on the chair. She was wearing an open toe sandal with a medium size heel. Even in the dark I was able to see the nail polish on her toes. I said to her, “Excuse me”. “Oh sorry”, she said and slowly pulled her leg back. She seemed to have some trouble pulling her leg away. I sat on the seat and started watching the movie. It was a terrible view of the screen.

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