Delilah stumbles upon little Luke, and realizes that maybe she needs him as much as he needs her. (What am I even doing w this description, ok, it's a little Luke MDLB, it'll probably suck, but it might be cute, idk yet. I'm trying something new. Enjoy!!)

Thomas Luxembourg has been enslaved by Rose Delacourt, the gorgeous and sensual billionairess, for a year. Having graduated from university, he and Rose go to spend their one year anniversary on a cruise ship. With Tristan Grey out of the way, the two seem free to be together. But Rose's past isn't done with her yet. On the ship, Thomas meets Eddie and Belle, two former submissives of Rose's from her professional dominatrix days. The meeting of these two send Thomas and Rose's relationship into rocky waters, and Thomas wonders if their love will make it to shore. Second book in the Billionairess trilogy.

THIS IS FEMDOM. Female is dominating. So gtfo if you're not into femdom lol. Btw, no copulation occured here lol.

Niccolo is a young painter, struggling his way to pay for food and a home. So when Queen Carmella commissions him to do a painting for her, he jumps at the oppertunity. Upon arrival at the palace, Niccolo meets a woman who is beautiful and intimidating. As he begins to paint her, and the two are left alone longer, Niccolo begins to wonder if his patroness is requesting more than just a portrait... A femdom short story

Related dirty one shots. Nine boys will come. Nine boys will learn Nine boys will go. Enjoy! Mistress xoxo Highest ranking: #5- 1st September 2018.

She though her new boss was just an uptight control freak, but then she discovered that actually... A bdsm femdom novel.

Rachel ia muito bem até que começou a desenvolver interesse em Jonh. Tudo o que antes lhe era ótimo, agora não passava do suficiente e, após ouvir uma conversa do rapaz com um conhecido, decidiu que precisava aprender tudo que pudesse sobre satisfação masculina para ter uma chance com o rapaz. O que não contava era na peça pregada pelo destino que fez de Richard, seu melhor amigo e confidente, seu tutor para sua descoberta do que os homens gostavam. A levando a redescobrir uma paixão que a muito havia sido esquecida. Deveria manter seu objetivo inicial, com John ou dar uma chance ao sentimento avassalador que a cada lição se tornava maior?

A collection of short femdom stories.

I wasn't gay. I was the furthest thing from gay. I knew that for sure. I had a wife and kid for Christ's sake. But when that boy looked at me... No, I won't go there. It would be impossible. Because I'm married. And he's the babysitter. But he's such a Pretty Boy... Warning: kinky with bdsm aspects and a solider with ptsd.

Garrett gulped as he stared down the long, empty hallway. He couldn't help but think how much of a tyrant this woman must be to have a whole floor dedicated just and solely for her unwitted pleasure. His steps were slow, cautious as he neared the huge double mahogany doors. He ran a hand through his thick, dark hair, a sigh escaping his lips as he thought of the dark and velvety voice he heard through the office phone just minutes before. He was inches away from the door now, his head spinning as he inhaled a temptingly delicious scent. He was aroused, the stirring member in his pants was enough to tell him that. Garrett raised his hand hesitantly to the large doors, holding back a shakey sigh that was threatening to leave his lips as another wiff of that seductively enchanting scent wafted up his nostrils. His knuckles rasped against the mahogany doors thrice before a sultry voice sounded through the dark doors, freezing his hand in its spot before it could rasp against the door for the fourth time. "Come." The voice seemed neutral and yet there was such undivided attention towards the brewing innuendo that revealed itself after one simple word. Garrett steadied his quivering hands as he hesitated in entering the dragon's lair. "Fuck." He muttered, taking the time now to loosen his seemingly suffocating tie. Pushing the doors open, he was greeted with a blast of flavored smoke in his face. He had to squint to adjust to the darkness in the room as the doors slammed shut behind him. The gold patterning of velvet curtains in the corner of the room was what immediately caught his attention. The clink of ice against a glass cup was what drew Garrett's attention away from the window. At the center of the room was the small burning light of a cigarrette bud. It was only now that Garrett noticed the woman resting behind that cigarrette. "Fuck indeed." SNEAK PEAK SHORTENED DUE TO WATTPAD RESTRICTIONS.