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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.
A Mistress Destiny’s Femdom Forum thread that asked a simple question
I know this is probably a topic that has been asked before, but what is the worse thing that you have licked under a shoe?
My beautiful friend turns out to be a true sadist.
I have known Tina for many years. I was very much drawn to her and have been from the first day I met her although I was never sure why she reciprocated my affection. Tina is tall, attractive and slim with a beautiful smile. I’m sure most people thought she was completely wasting her time with an oaf like me. Our relationship was never sexual but there was a curious bond that held us together. But I never imagined that in less than one hour I would understand the full extent of that bond and of the role I would be playing out in our future together.
A guy becomes an amateur cobbler for the women in his office
I work in an office environment as a computer programmer/analyst. As part of my duties I have to work closely with our sales department. There are three sales assistants, all female, and the oldest is 26. Her name is Laurie but she likes me to call her Missy. It’s her nickname.
This happened yesterday. She was wearing a pair of black sling backs and she kept pulling off the right one and fiddling around with it then putting it back on. I just had to say something after about the fourth or fifth time and asked her what was up?
Student is forced to sit at the feet of his teacher during a class movie. She proceeds to use him as a footrest for her boots.
We were watching a Shakespeare video for a double English class. My English teacher was a knockout – all the guys had the hots for her. She wore very tight jeans. Had a killer bod, only about 5’3″. And she ALWAYS wore high heels of some kind and today it was a nice pair of boots.
Miss Porter had pulled all the curtains and turned off the lights and the video was about to start. Everyone was talking – except me. She sat on the table out the front of the class and said “Everyone be quiet! The next person who speaks will have to watch the video sitting on the floor at my feet!”
The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.
I knew though that today would be very special. I was accompanying her to her friend’s wedding. At the very least she would need to acknowledge my existence, to treat me like her partner in front of other people. So, after a few uneventful hours beneath the floorboards, I drove her to the venue, a beautiful old manor house surrounded by rolling green countryside. We walked through the gates arm in arm and she introduced me to some of her friends on the terrace. Continue reading “Celeste Part 9“
The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.
Celeste spent the next couple of hours chatting to friends on the phone while I, naked in the corner, set to work licking clean her shoes and those of her friends. I knew I had to do a good job to avoid as much pain as possible but felt my tongue running bone dry by the time I started on the fourth pair, I could feel the shallow ridges of the sole cutting into its surface as Celeste joked with one of her friends about hooking up with a new man at the wedding. I carried on, licking each of eight pairs of black stilettos clean, inside and out, feeling my parched tongue follow their patent black curves, wrapping my cracking lips around those tall slender heels. Continue reading “Celeste Part 8“
The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.
Some weeks later, I was awoken by Celeste swinging her feet from the bed and placing them on my face, without even thinking I began to lick at her insteps as she sat on the edge of the bed considering what to wear to work that day.
I felt her bare foot slide down across my chest and rub up and down my body, almost affectionately. This was strange. The big toe of her other foot dipped between my lips as her foot snaked down and began to rub gently against my cock. What was going on? It had been months since she had done anything that suggested I was anything more than her carpet and shoe cleaner, had something changed? I know that she and Steve were no longer seeing each other, but did that mean we would go back to how we were? Continue reading “Celeste Part 7“
The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.
I found myself once more beneath the floorboards as I heard her key turn in the lock later that evening. She was on the phone with Jane as she strode in. As usual, she barely looked down as she began wiping her shoes on my upturned face. I tasted the grit of the street on the hard soles as they pushed painfully down on my battered tongue and lips. All she cared about was that her shoes were clean.
“You wouldn’t believe it. It was the most amazing night”.
She slipped a barefoot out of one shoe and began wiping it slowly back and forth from heel to toes against my outstretched tongue, dipping her toes in and out to ensure the spaces between them were perfectly cleaned. Continue reading “Celeste Part 6“
The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.
Celeste returned just after I had finished tongue cleaning the last of her three hundred and twenty-seven pairs of shoes. To make sure I never missed any, I numbered each pair and ticked them off each time I performed this task, which was at least once a week. I just had time to dart back downstairs and through the trapdoor to be waiting at the front door as she arrived. I felt a sense of relief, joy even, as I saw that she was wearing a pair of pointy black patent flats. Hard and unyielding, yes, but for once no spike heel would pierce and tear at my flesh. Continue reading “Celeste Part 5“
The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.
The doorbell rang. I shivered. Jane again, I thought. Okay, well, so be it. What did it matter anymore? I was resigned to my life as Celeste’s floor and all that went with it.
“How do I look?”
Celeste looked more beautiful than ever, stunning. I smiled weakly, it was all I could manage. She looked radiant, so full of life. Despite the pain, I remember thinking how lucky I was. Continue reading “Celeste Part 4“