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.

The Practice Dummy Part 4 5 (3)

A fantasy about facesitting on a mannequin doll with a real man’s consciousness.

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

Publisher note: This is a multipart story. Part 3 can be found here

After his experience as a mannequin, with Jenna and her roommates sitting so casually on his face and body, it was difficult for Brad to focus on the real world. He had to constantly remind himself that he had a life as a real person, that he was a college student with perhaps a good job in his future. He loved college. He loved the life of academia and its world of ideas to reflect upon. But the fetish he’d had for as long as he could remember, the desire, even the need, to be used as something for women and girls to sit on, was always ever-present and powerful. He now had a special gift, the ability to transform himself into the mannequin at will simply by thinking the word: transform. He soon discovered it was not easy to not think of a word when that word can so dramatically change your reality. He had to learn to trick his mind during internal monologue by using the word quickly in connection with other words, for as soon as he concentrated on the word he would find himself changed into the mannequin. Continue reading “The Practice Dummy Part 4 5 (3)“

The Practice Dummy Part 3 5 (4)

A fantasy about facesitting on a mannequin doll with a real man’s consciousness.

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

Publisher note: This is a multipart story. Part 2 can be found here

After Melissa and Jenna sat on Brad’s face being a mannequin, it seemed easier for Jenna– the college girl Melissa had recruited to do a human furniture video– to sit on his face as a human being. Neither women knew of the mysterious power he now possessed– the power to change himself from a live person into a mannequin by simply thinking the word “transform.” What was even more bizarre was that after the transformation, he could actually be in two places at once– both mannequin and his live self. He was now able to experience the difference between a woman sitting on his face as what she perceived to be an inanimate object and sitting on his face as a live person she was pretending to use as an inanimate object. By sitting on him as an inanimate object, Jenna was rapidly becoming desensitized to him as a live person. And that was exactly what Melissa was hoping to achieve when she bought the mannequin.

Melissa positioned the camera and lights and said to Brad and Jenna, “Okay… Let’s do this.” Continue reading “The Practice Dummy Part 3 5 (4)“

The Practice Dummy Part 2 4.8 (5)

A fantasy about facesitting on a mannequin doll with a real man’s consciousness.

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

Publisher note: This is a multipart story. Part 1 can be found here

Brad climbed out of bed and tried to discern if what he had experienced was a dream or some kind of strange transformation, created by the mysterious old woman he’d helped across the street. His chest felt kind of crushed–as if it had actually been sat on. And his face… His nose hurt as if someone had sat on his face.

He got dressed and thought he’s better to attend classes that day. An active fantasy life was one thing, but this was the real world, a world that is unforgiving to someone without a job, a good job that could be gained by education. He arrived at the college early and decided he needed some more coffee to get his mind started. He sat alone in the student center, sipping coffee and daydreaming about how his life would change if he had been actually transformed into a mannequin, an object without perceived feelings– as in the dream if it was a dream– and sat on by women and girls.

He was startled when a girl who was standing behind him suddenly spoke. Continue reading “The Practice Dummy Part 2 4.8 (5)“

The Practice Dummy Part 1 4.8 (6)

A fantasy about facesitting on a mannequin doll with a real man’s consciousness.

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

Brad had always been a rather kind person. So it was not uncharacteristic of him to help the elderly woman he saw desperately trying to get across a busy street. The old woman was dressed in multicolor fabrics and beads; she reminded him of Gypsies he’s seen. After he had aggressively waved off oncoming traffic and safely got her to the other side, a smile broke her wrinkled face.

“Thank you,” she said. “You are a very kind man,” she told him with broken English.

Brad smiled back. “It’s nothing,” he said. “We need to help each other out.”

The old woman stared at him with a mysterious, kind of knowing, look. “And what can I do for you?” she asked.

“Oh… nothing, really,” said Brad. He looked over her shoulder at a city park where two girls were sitting on a bench.

The old woman continued her unwavering stare into his eyes. “I know what you desire,” she said.

Brad chuckled. At that moment, he was fantasizing himself as part of the bench the girls were sitting on. But he certainly wasn’t going to tell her that.

“Is that what you truly desire?” asked the women.

“Excuse me?” said Brad.

“What you are thinking,” said the woman.

“Oh, I’d be embarrassed if you knew what I was thinking,” said Brad, still chuckling.

“Is it what you truly desire?” asked the woman, again.

“Um… Yes… Sure,” said Brad, humoring the old woman. He didn’t believe in magic. And it would require magic to get him what he truly desired. Continue reading “The Practice Dummy Part 1 4.8 (6)“

Party Rug 4.7 (12)

A fictional story, written from a female perspective, about unknown trample of a man at a party where the guests were females only.

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

I was very angry with ’54’.

Oh, I forgot to mention, I number my personal slaves: that way it’s easier for me to remember and it breaks up the monotony of calling them all ‘slave’ or ‘dog’. As an added touch, I make them wear their number painted in red lipstick on their foreheads.

Anyway, he was crying, begging for my forgiveness. He had done something stupid – I can’t remember what it was, I forgot – he was on the floor crying, begging me to punish him so that I would not be angry with him. I walked around him, put my 4″ heel on the crack of his ass, and pushed him to the floor. He fell in a heap, thanking me for touching him again, still crying.

I walked back to his face, my shoes a half inch from his nose. ’54’ knew not to look up, so he stared at shoes, thanking me.

“You do NOT think you’re getting off THAT easy”, I growled. You’ll have to pay a lot more for what you did (to this day I still don’t remember what he did !) Continue reading “Party Rug 4.7 (12)“

Total Surprise 3.5 (11)

The author writes about an unexpected experience with a female acquaintance at a random foot party

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

I’m going through a bit of a tough time with my wife right now and we’ve been separated for about a month.

I started going to this sports bar in town to watch the world series and have befriended a couple of waitresses and bartenders. This one bartender Tracey (not her real name) caught my eye. A Sandra Bullock (sp) look alike and a way about her that was so natural kept me seeking her out when I came in. She was quick to learn my name and greeted me with a glad to see ya smile as she sang a “hi ya doing Bri?” as I find a place to sit. On slow nights we would talk about what we liked to do, food, wine (we both love it) and we got to know a little about our private lives. Continue reading “Total Surprise 3.5 (11)“

Amina 4.7 (15)

An erotic story about servitude of one slave to his mistress

written by L. S.
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Amina, half Greek, half Spanish, had an astonishing pair of large, dark eyes, and the blackest hair that John had ever seen. She was very tall – even though she was seated, it was obvious – and from his vantage point at a nearby table in the bar, he could see her long, muscular legs. They were, perhaps, the most beautiful legs he had ever seen in his life. They were fully exposed beneath the hem of her short, black skirt, and accentuated by being encased in sheer black nylon. She was wearing high-heeled lace-up shoes, elegant and expensive-looking, and these, by raising her heels three inches from the ground, highlighted the firm muscles in her calves and thighs. In retrospect, John felt that it was probably her shoes, more than any other factor, which caused him to do what he did next.

Most probably those elegant shoes. Nonetheless, it was debatable. Maybe it was those deep, Mediterranean eyes – in which a man could sweetly drown. Maybe the outline of her firm breasts under her tight cotton tee-shirt. Maybe it was the way the light was reflected along the edge of her nyloned stockinged thigh. Or maybe it was just because, after three beers, he was slightly drunk, hence not quite so shy and inhibited as usual. Whatever the reason, John Preston rose from his seat, walked over to the beautiful woman whom he had never seen before in his life, knelt before her, and kissed her feet. Continue reading “Amina 4.7 (15)“

Humiliated by the Landlady 4.6 (17)

A young man tells a story how he worshiped the feet of his landlady

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

A few years back I was looking for a place to live. I read the newspapers and called a couple of places. I spoke with a woman at one place who had a room for rent in her new townhouse. Since the rent was in my price range, I arranged a meeting with her.

When I arrived she gave me the cooks tour, showing me all of the facilities and the room that was available. I was 23 and she was a semi-attractive 33. She was tall, dark-haired, and sort of redneckish and simple.

I told her I would take the place and asked when could move in. I moved in the following week. After a few weeks, we got to get to know each other and started getting along fairly well. We would watch TV in the living room in the evenings and I would do my share of things around the house. Continue reading “Humiliated by the Landlady 4.6 (17)“

Luck of the Irish 4.4 (14)

A man writes about a memorable ride with four young dominant women on a train.

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

If you are anything like I am when it comes to reading these stories, EITHER you think …they are made up… or worse yet… “Why can’t they ever happen to me”? If it was not for the grin on my face and the fact I WAS there… I would not believe my luck…

I am visiting the USA after an extended leave and thought it would be nice to go to NYC for St. Patrick’s day. After a great night out with old friends as they were to return to work that Friday, I planned on my hang-over being on the commuter/Metroliner train that runs between NYC and Washington, DC. ONLY a few hours (which I later regretted was way too short!) by train where I would be able to sleep it off. So much for the plans of mice of men.

Arriving with only a small overnight bag at Grand Central Station, I proceed to buy a ticket on the local (being a cheap bastard and also was in no rush to return to DC), The Express runs hourly but the local is only when there is another train passing through –like the one from Boston to Florida.

I noticed there were many university students among the regular type travelers and remembered that their “spring break “ was about to start.
Florida is one of the “Hotspots.” I put on my iPod and sat in the middle of this sea of beauties with tight jeans and ‘lovely legs’ also waiting for their train. One set caught my attention. She had on these open back clunky 3” heels, which she kept playing with by taking her foot out and toying with them as they fell over and she had to pick them up with her toes. Continue reading “Luck of the Irish 4.4 (14)“

Miss Taylor Starts her New Job 4.6 (15)

A story about a secretary hired to dominate her boss

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

I knew this was no ordinary office. The dress code alone was a tip-off as were the outrageous salaries. But I’d been desperate for a job any job that would allow me to stay in the city to be independent of the demands from which I’d yearned for so very long to escape. They’d conducted oodles of interviews and hours of testing and finally said my psych profile was ideal for it. Whatever that meant.

I was nervous the first day on the job but determined to brazen it out. Little did I suspect what I would be made to endure that first day. The secretaries were all stunning but it was something other than perfect features or perfect bodies that accounted for that. I’d never seen such an assortment of short skirts and low-cut blouses in a professional setting. Even more so I’d never seen people look so happy to be at work on a Monday morning.

No one spoke to me except to say good morning. They all smiled and nodded politely. There was a measure of vitality that was starkly different than all the other offices I’d worked in over the years. I’d been shown to my desk and told to have a seat there until the boss called me in. I’d met him briefly a couple of times in my second and third interviews after the long batteries of brain-picking tests. He’d struck me as average – average height dark and swarthy average build tending to lean if anything. His demeanor was anything but average. Continue reading “Miss Taylor Starts her New Job 4.6 (15)“