Female Domination Stories

Pages

Knowing When to Quit

"You look like you want me to stop. I really thought you'd last longer. Very well. We'll start wrapping this up. But we're not quite finished. I'm going to keep giving you more spanks until you tell me to stop. And how will you tell me when you've had enough? Darling, I'll stop spanking you when you beg sincerely to be my sissy. When you convince me that you want me to make you as girly as I possibly can. 'Kay? Understand the rules? Beg me to be my little girl and the punishment stops. Insist that you're still a boy and I'll just have to keep putting red marks on your bottom."

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Healthy Living - Part 3

Healthy Living
Part 3

The story starts HERE


I awoke in the night sweating profusely and threw off the duvet. When I surfaced the next morning my sheets were soaking. As I changed the bed I thought it strange that I had sweated so much last night as I was feeling great this morning. Perhaps it was just something I ate.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Breaking Out of an Old Routine - II

So boring old Friday night morphed into a night of forbidden delights as we scripted the role-playing scenario that had appeared like a bolt from the blue from somewhere in Monica's imagination. There was no point in pretending I wasn't excited because my physical responses were screaming messages to the contrary. And Monica was excited too. It seemed like we were breaking sacred taboos by constructing a situation that clearly cast her in a dominant role and me in that of a submissive.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Breaking Out of an Old Routine - I

- I am really restless. We have got to figure out how to put a little variety into these weekends.
This was Monica, commenting on the prospect of another Friday night just like the last thousand or so.
- But, baby, you know there isn't any money in the budget for theaters, restaurants and nightclubs.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Danni's house.. part 1

I was always a bit of an effiminate type but resisted the urge to dress up until recently in my late 30's. I had married and been through a divorce as my wife knew all along that i would rather be a girl than her husband. So when Danni came along I realised that I was ready for a perfect relationship. One where she controlled me and made me her sissy slut.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Snow Wrecked Part 3

Oh God. What have I gotten into? I tried talking to her, she whipped my ass hard, and now I’m gagged. I’m stuck chained in doggy position. This can’t be happening. The car crash must have knocked me unconscious, and I dreamed about the beautiful girl Evie. Why has it turned into a nightmare? Wake up.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Sissy on the table...

The Tattoo shop was close enough to campus that Brandon needed to worry about who might see him in there, but he was still anxious to go. He was a 'nervous' type of anxious because he really had no idea what Heidi had planned ... a Tattoo? a Piercing? She had teased him about many things. She was capable of anything. Brandon was also the 'desperate' type of anxious to get to the tattoo shop because he hoped that Heidi would take off the little 'addition' that she made to his uniform this morning.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Snow Wrecked Part 2

In snow wrecked part 1. Tom crashes his car, and gets his phone filled with snow so it will not work. Walking to find help he is picked up by Evie who he was very attracted to, and she flirts with him. She calls him a tow truck while he takes a shower to warm up. After the shower Tom begins to make out with Evie, but just as he discovered she had a cock encased in a chastity belt the drug she had placed in his coffee took effect. Now for part 2.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

The Primrose Path - 16

"This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.”
~ The Taming of the Shrew

***
“The Funding for America’s Resurgent Technology bill will guarantee tens of thousands of high-tech American jobs for the foreseeable future, and is not limited to Arrow Precision Technologies; its critics want to see these jobs shipped overseas.” That was the Leader of the House speaking earlier today on national radio. This is KDNS, broadcasting on 106.9FM…”
***

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Snow Wrecked

Snow. I hate snow as I lived in the North for many years and decided to move away from the mess it creates. If I had still lived in the North my reflexes may have saved me, but I’m not sure. Driving through the mountains on a back road at night I was going slow, but when the deer appeared in my field of vision I hit the brakes to hard anyway. Stupid. Before I can react I’m slammed against my seat belt, at least the air bag didn’t go off. Once I can think again I realized the car has skidded into a ditch filled with snow. The engine sputtered to a stop.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

The Primrose Path - 15

"Thy gown? Why, ay. Come, tailor, let us see’t.
O mercy, God, what masquing stuff is here?
What’s this? A sleeve? ‘Tis like a demi-cannon.
What, up and down carv’d like an apple-tart?
Here’s snip and nip and cut and slish and slash,
Like to a censer in a barber’s shop.
Why, what a’ devil’s name, tailor, call’st thou this?”
~ The Taming of the Shrew

***

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Diary of a Housebroken Sissy - April 6 (evening)

The prospect of having a lover is making me reflective, Diary. Making me think about who I am and what I've become. I used to be a boy but now it wouldn't even occur to me to put on a pair of pants. Any woman would have several pairs of pants in her wardrobe, but not a sissy. Skirts and dresses exclusively for me. Appearing in public without my makeup, without my hairdo in perfect order? Not a chance. So what does it mean to be turned into a housebroken sissy? What have I allowed to happen?

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Diary of a Housebroken Sissy - April 6 (morning)

I finally said it, Diary. I have started dreaming of being a girl, all the way down into my panties. I know there are surgeries that can accomplish this for me. I also know the process is hideously expensive. I've been trying to think of a way to introduce the subject to my wife, but I'm terribly nervous about this. I have reason to believe that she and the ladies of her bridge club like me as I am. A Housebroken sissy whose humiliation can entertain them when they hold their gatherings.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Diary of a Housebroken Sissy - April 5 (late)

Unless you've been feminized by dominating women, you probably can't imagine how charged with sexual tension the experience can be. Try to imagine being forced to abandon the gender of your birth and to embrace femininity, to learn to be a girl and then learn to love it. Add to this the fact that sissies are commonly denied any form of sexual release for long intervals and you might begin to understand how the body becomes a type of capacitor storing its absolute maximum voltage but ready to discharge it in a millisecond in a white-hot plasma arc louder than a pistol report.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Diary of a Housebroken Sissy - April 5

The bridge party that night took an unexpected turn. They used the stocks again to shave me - nothing out of the ordinary so far. Except this time I was able to appreciate how ingenious they were. Two pieces, one for the neck and wrists, one for the ankles. Lightweight, highly portable. Made to be fastened to any bed. Then I was dressed in women's intimate apparel, and taken downstairs and restrained in a chair, exactly as expected. Olivia set my hair in rollers while Agnes applied my makeup. Still following the script. I wouldn't admit it, but I liked this part.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Diary of a Housebroken Sissy - April 4

I could hear them arriving, just fashionably late. The ladies of my wife's bridge club. I was upstairs in my bubble bath, lavender-scented this night. I knew exactly what to expect. They would gossip and enjoy a glass of wine and eventually, two or three of them would be selected to come up here and dress me. But first I would be shaved and powdered. And probably milked at least once. Then I would be dressed in lingerie that afforded not a shred of modesty, taken downstairs and secured in a chair to have my hair and makeup done.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

The Primrose Path - 14

"What’s to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.”
~ Twelfth Night

***

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

How did it come to this (A Trilogy) Part 3

ontinued from here http://www.lockedinlace.com/main/node/10410

I had not seen my sister for a number of years. Sally was the brainy one me, well I wanted to be a dancer.
When it came to college I Skipped thinking I could make it on my own and joined a burlesque troupe. That didn’t last long but having broke away form home and the way I did it, well months rolled by and I just never got back in touch. I would find more work wouldn’t I, sure I would??

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Every Time the Phone Rings(A Little Slut Gets Her Wings)

I

I’m not even good enough to be considered a friend.

Just a benefit.

Nothing more or less.

If She had a rough day at work, or a family member gave Her grief, or whennever She wants a naked body to abuse and humiliate for Her amusement, She calls me.

I cook Her dinner.

I service Her.

She takes what She wants.

She leaves.

The next day, the next weekend, sometimes even the next month, She calls.

No matter what time of the day, no matter what I’m doing, when She calls, I have to be ready.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

How did it come to this (A Trilogy) Part Two

Continued from here http://www.lockedinlace.com/main/node/10399

At the far end of a dining room, secured to the wall by a chain connected to my steel collar a fine chain connecting my pierced nipples and clit tugs tight.
My tongue and jaw sore, from servicing the female guests, the laughter dies down and has they begin their meal I crumple to the floor. Lonely tears roll down my cheeks as my thoughts turn to how I came to this.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

How did it come to this (a trilogy) Part one

On my hands and knees, naked, wrists and ankles secured in the leather cuffs of the manacles with my back pressed up against the roof of the restrictive confines of the punishment cage I whimper into my gag from the stinging welts on my bottom.
My hair dangles over my face has I gaze at my tits gently wobbling with each breathe then beyond to the tiny bud of a cock and my smooth crotch where my hefty meat and balls once hung.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

The Primrose Path - 13

"What’s to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.”
~ Twelfth Night

***

“I tried to call you: to tell you not to come. There’s someone outside. He set off the alarms. I was afraid for you, and when I heard you arrive, and then you took forever to open the door... I thought… oh thank goodness you’re both safe. The police will be here soon. Come in and get warm.”

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Look, Ladies, His Boobies!

HOW did it ever get this far? I’m actually serving as a hostess at my wife Janet’s bridge party ! A hostess, moreover, dressed as a maid, which is what I became six months ago - my own wife’s personal maid !

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

The Primrose Path - 12

"First, make yourself but like one.
Forethinking this, I have already fit
(Tis in my cloak-bag) doublet, hat, hose, all
That answer to them.”
~ Cymbeline

***

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Simons new job, not what he thought?

Simon had been in his new job now for some nine months and was making quite an impact.

Working for Johnsons pharmaceuticals as the research manager he was responsible for genetics and animal testing.

He was the fifth manager in as many years and being ambitious saw the position as a good stepping stone to future prospects given the previous managers had all been head hunted.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Meeting Julia

[Note from the author: This is my first attempt at writing so any feedback would be greatly appreciated! And it will let me know whether or not I should continue this story]

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

World Without Men, Amen - 2

Another global struggle was being fought during the century leading up to the Bandwidth Wars. It was a much quieter struggle. It wasn't marked by burning cities and tens of millions of refugees. It didn't leave nightmarish photographs of mountains of mutilated corpses or prisoners being marched to their places of execution. Many around the globe ignored this quiet struggle. They discounted its significance, even joked about it, ridiculed it. But the warriors in this low-key conflict were persistent and devoted.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

World Without Men, Amen - I

The Bandwidth Wars lasted nearly two decades. Who knew that with all the resources on planet Earth that were becoming scarce, it would be contention for rule of the electromagnetic spectrum that triggered the cataclysm that nearly brought about a return to the stone age? Not petroleum, not clean air and water, not even food (which was the odds-on favorite of bookmakers worldwide) but a resource that we had already learned to expand almost without limit. But could we agree to share it peacefully? Turn for your answer to the two billion who were butchered during the last 17 years.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

The Biggest Day Yet - Part 3

Hilda was never unkind. She was never sarcastic, or even ironic. She was only cheerful and friendly, sharing gossip and amusing stories, making me smile and laugh, making me anticipate my visits to her salon chair more than anything else in this strange place. And today was no different. As soon as Mistress Madeline walked away, her tone became gentle and reassuring. "I watch you darling. I watch your reaction to that pretty girl in the mirror. She's who you want to be, who you were meant to be. And what's inside your panties is wrong for that girl, honey.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

The Biggest Day Yet - Part 2

My entire body began to shake involuntarily at hearing Mistress Madeline's news, but the chair's restraints held me virtually motionless. Moreover, Hilda was putting the finishing touches on my eye makeup, and the eyeliner pencil was, in itself, a powerful incentive to remain calm and still. And before I could begin to utter verbal protests, Mistress Madeline was holding a ball gag in plain view, just above me. "You know better than to start being abusive or ill-mannered, dear. It just upsets everyone when a girl misbehaves. Don't think only of yourself, sugar.

Content Rating: 

Domination Type: 

Pages

Subscribe to Female Domination Stories