YOU LOST THE BET DANIEL, now TAKE THE POSITION and SERVE YOUR FEMDOM MISTRESS Rachel, a hungry and dangerous busty young Domme skillfully maneuvers herself into an amateur high stakes poker game. Her gang of trusty femdommes eagerly watch as she seductively strings along her mark. Bluffing, raising and trapping him into a pot where he puts his untouched rear on the line. With all betting rounds closed, both Rachel and her unsuspecting mark have placed their their holes on the line. And when the final cards are drawn, Daniel learns he bet his back door cherry on the draw of card and lost. Rachel straps on, lubes up and takes her winnings in front of her wet and hungry gang of Dommes on the poker table.
Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, dominant women and submissive men, taboo teacher/student relations, discipline, spanking, and humiliation. All characters are 18 or older. If he's being honest, Sam Rogers sometimes enjoys jerking around the female college students in his classes … but when he goes too far with his bad marks, he finds out there's someone in his class who won't get pushed too far. Melanie, an undergraduate who knows how to take charge, has discovered a dirty little secret that Sam will do anything to keep from getting out into the open. She's willing to keep this secret between them, but she wants to be sure that Sam still gets the punishment he so very much deserves. Excerpt: "I'm going to punish you, Sam," she explained, her hand opening first the belt and then my fly to push my pants down to my knees and allow them to fall the rest of the way to the floor. I clutched a hand over my crotch, now covered only by a pair of thin white briefs. "You don't seem to be grasping that reality," she went on. "It's either me or the Chair of your Department. Which one do you want it to be?" I stared at her, caught in an impossible place. I had no one to blame but myself. Why had I done it? And now I was completely at her mercy. "Well?" "You," I whispered. "Me? You want me to punish you?" I grimaced, trying to think of some other option. "Sam? What's it going to be?" "... Yes." The smile returned to her face. "That's a good boy. I thought you'd see it my way. It just took a little explaining. Now bend down and pick up your pants and hand them to me. I'd hate to let them wriankle down there." The deep crimson flush of humiliation was rising in my face as I stared at her, paralyzed. "Sam," she repeated, pointing at my fallen garment. I slid my back down the wall until I felt the rumpled fabric in my hand. I stepped out of it and rose with it draped from my limp fingers. Melanie held out her hand for it and I gave it to her. She folded it with care, placed it on the desk behind her, and then turned back to me. She eyed me up and down, evaluating the man standing before her. I was supposed to be the authority figure, but how fast the tables had turned. I felt the humiliating flush in my cheeks burning hotter than ever as I felt her soft brown eyes roving over my body. Other, more conflicted and confusing emotions were playing about inside me as well as I noticed the slight quickening of her breath and the almost predatory desire in her eyes. Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Disciplining the Teacher with full consent of the original author.
Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, dominant women and submissive men, taboo teacher/student relations, discipline, spanking, and humiliation. All characters are 18 or older. Jackson doesn't know why he started the rumor about Professor Eliza Richardson, his young and beautiful economics professor. Maybe it was a plea for attention or maybe it was just a way of making a long-hidden fantasy become slightly real. But whatever the reason, the rumors have made their way to the Dean of Student Affairs Ms. Clay herself, and when Jackson is called down to the office on a Friday afternoon, he finds out the dean's heard a lot more. Once past the initial mortification, he can admit he's probably earned the spanking she'll give him, but did Ms. Clay really have to tell Professor Richardson about the whole thing, too? Surely the professor will find her own ways to settle accounts, and all Jackson can do is wait and see which method will leave him more sore. Excerpt: The ensuing silence was awful. After daring the initial glance towards Professor Richardson my eyes had stayed locked on a spot on the floor near the leg of the desk. I could feel her considering me. "Won't you say something, Professor?" I finally blurted. "I'm trying to understand you, Jackson." "What's to understand? I shouldn't have said - I just made a mistake." "What did you want?" I struggled with the question. "I guess I just sort of liked the idea of it, to tell the truth," I said finally in a very quiet voice. "I'm just so incredibly embarrassed, Professor." She blinked in surprise. Then she started to laugh. "Is that what it was?" she said. "I thought I saw something in the way you looked at me, and it made the lie all the harder to understand." She closed the door of the office and stepped into the room. "But then again, if you knew the headache ... what a stupid thing." "I'm sorry." She billowed the top of her blouse with a hand and ran frustrated fingers through her lustrous, dark hair. Even though it was wildly inappropriate given the situation, I couldn't help but find her even more alluring when angry than when she was calm and collected. She seemed simultaneously capable of anything and yet in control. I got the sudden and very strange insight that she had probably been the type to get into a lot of trouble when she was younger. She turned back to look at me and caught me staring. Her eyes locked to mine, freezing me in place, and I watched a faintly appraising look come into her face. Her full lips pursed thoughtfully. "Well what are we going to do about this?" she asked. The question sounded rhetorical, so I watched her without answering. "Tell me," she said, walking over to lean against the desk only a couple feet from me. "What is it exactly you told people I did?" Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Naughty Rumors with full consent of the original author.
Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, dominant women and submissive men, taboo teacher/student relations, bdsm play, discipline, spanking and humiliation. All characters are 18 or older. Teacher's Rules contains three hot stories of dominant women and school discipline: Femdom Class for the Jock Peter Leyton has always found ways of using his good looks and athletic talents to get ahead, and when he arrives in college it doesn't look like that's going to have to change. But his easy ride runs out when his professor Sarah Kelly notices him flirting with a female classmate only to copy her course work. The domineering and ever-so-sexy professor decides it's time to teach Peter a little personal responsibility and maybe show the testosterone charged young man just what a woman who actually knows how to handle him looks like. Student Takes Charge If he's being honest, Sam Rogers sometimes enjoys jerking around the female college students in his classes … but when he goes too far with his bad marks, he finds out there's someone in his class who won't get pushed too far. Melanie, an undergraduate who knows how to take charge, has discovered a dirty little secret that Sam will do anything to keep from getting out into the open. She's willing to keep this secret between them, but she wants to be sure that Sam still gets the punishment he so very much deserves. Spanking After Class Jackson doesn't know why he started the rumor about Professor Eliza Richardson, his young and beautiful economics professor. Maybe it was a plea for attention or maybe it was just a way of making a long-hidden fantasy become slightly real. But whatever the reason, the rumors have made their way to the Dean of Student Affairs Ms. Clay herself, and when Jackson is called down to the office on a Friday afternoon, he finds out the dean's heard a lot more. Once past the initial mortification, he can admit he's probably earned the spanking she'll give him, but did Ms. Clay really have to tell Professor Richardson about the whole thing, too? Surely the professor will find her own ways to settle accounts, and all Jackson can do is wait and see which method will leave him more sore. Excerpt: "I'm going to punish you, Sam," she explained, her hand opening first the belt and then my fly to push my pants down to my knees and allow them to fall the rest of the way to the floor. I clutched a hand over my crotch, now covered only by a pair of thin white briefs. "You don't seem to be grasping that reality," she went on. "It's either me or the Chair of your Department. Which one do you want it to be?" I stared at her, caught in an impossible place. I had no one to blame but myself. Why had I done it? And now I was completely at her mercy. "Well?" "You," I whispered. "Me? You want me to punish you?" I grimaced, trying to think of some other option. "Sam? What's it going to be?" "... Yes." The smile returned to her face. "That's a good boy. I thought you'd see it my way. It just took a little explaining. Now bend down and pick up your pants and hand them to me. I'd hate to let them wriankle down there." The deep crimson flush of humiliation was rising in my face as I stared at her, paralyzed. "Sam," she repeated, pointing at my fallen garment. Melanie held out her hand for it and I gave it to her. She folded it with care, placed it on the desk behind her, and then turned back to me. She eyed me up and down, evaluating the man standing before her. I was supposed to be the authority figure, but how fast the tables had turned. I felt the humiliating flush in my cheeks burning hotter than ever as I felt her soft brown eyes roving over my body. Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from several works by Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, dominant women and submissive men, taboo teacher/student relations, bdsm play, discipline, spanking, and humiliation. All characters are 18 or older. Peter Leyton has always found ways of using his good looks and athletic talents to get ahead, and when he arrives in college it doesn't look like that's going to have to change. But his easy ride runs out when his professor Sarah Kelly notices him flirting with a female classmate only to copy her course work. The domineering and ever-so-sexy professor decides it's time to teach Peter a little personal responsibility and maybe show the testosterone charged young man just what a woman who actually knows how to handle him looks like. Excerpt: "You know, Professor," I begin, "I understand why you have me cleaning the classroom. I'm really learning a lesson. But as for talking to Jessie, I really don't understand why that's so necessary. How do you know I don't like her?" I shrug my shoulders. "That's the sort of thing I get to decide for myself, isn't it? I'm not just a child you get to push around like that." I wince slightly as I hear the last words come out of my mouth. That may have been taking it too far, but it was where the conversation was headed anyways. "That's a very interesting perspective, Peter," she says in a neutral voice. "But surely if you cared about her you wouldn't be manipulating her into giving you her work when she clearly didn't want to." I roll my eyes in dismissal. "Professor," I say, "is it really that simple? Sometimes you need something from someone, that's all. It doesn't hurt her any if she helps me out, just like it doesn't hurt you any if you forget this whole thing ever happened." I put a little emphasis on the "if". I'm not obvious, I think, but I do it just enough that he'll interpret the sentence the way I mean it. She sits back and considers me for a long moment, taking me in - all of me. I find myself suddenly a little bit self-conscious but try to shake the momentary weakness out of my head. "What are you doing, Peter?" she asks. "Why do you think it's appropriate to act this way?" I try to meet her gaze, but I'm finding it increasingly difficult. "Like what, Professor?" "You – always trying to push people around to get what you want. Do you think I'm some kid who'll go weak-kneed if you flex your muscles?" "What are you talking about, Professor?" I ask as innocently as I can, mentally backpedaling as my heart begins to hammer. She seems angry. It's suddenly obvious to both of us that I don't have the courage to go through with my implied threat. "What am I talking about?" She asks incredulously. "No, enough. I've wasted too much time trying to teach you like an adult and give you the benefit of the doubt. I can see now that I was wrong from the beginning." She stands up, angry and strong and almost as tall as I am but still managing to look down at me somehow. She grabs me by my arm and pulls me to face her. "Look at yourself," she says. "Do you think this is an acceptable way to behave? How far in life do you think this sort of stunt will take you?" I look at her, unable to speak. There isn't anything to say. But there's something about the way she's looking at me, almost like she knows she's supposed to be angry but she's responding in a different way instead – almost like she's noticing me the way I noticed her along the pathway this morning now that we're so close. I draw in a faltering breath. Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Caught By My Professor with full consent of the original author.
Mrs Drew Transforms Her Struggling Student Into A Crossdressing Sissy! Mrs Drew couldn’t believe how Jack had let his grades slip so far behind. The helpless students' attention had been turned to freshman girls and the late nights of boozing. So much so that Jack was in danger of flunking his course. And so when the desperate student turned to the experienced Professor for assistance. Mrs Drew took him on the ultimate rite of passage as she transformed Jack into her obedient crossdressing sissy. Fully prepared to surrender to her every command! This 6,500 word short story contains adult themes of crossdressing, sissification, sissy training and should be read by adults only! Keywords: sissification, sissy, sissies, feminization, feminized, crossdresser, crossdressing
Joyce, a sixty-year-old, cat-loving spinster, would never have become a Lifestyle Domme (only Pro Dommes are paid) were it not for her latest work assignment--editing a magazine for submissive men. To research her audience, she investigates FemDom (as Female Domination is called in popular culture). Certain that she’s discovered her true nature, Joyce begins experimenting with various facets of female domination. She begins interacting with submissive men--teasing, humiliating, demanding. Now the youthful appearing Senior is pursued by submissive men far younger and wealthier than she could otherwise attract. Determined to master the art of dominance, she attends a convention of Adult Babies, joins a spanking society, gets served by Sissy Maids, learns how to penetrate a man with a strap-on device, rides a human horse steered by a penis lead, dates a wealthy man who craves electroshocks to his genitals, and acquires a slave. She details many aspects of FemDom including ClubFem (with its slogan “Women Enslaving Men”), male chastity devices, a BDSM resort where women rule, consensual slavery and FinDom (Financial Domination). With her newly acquired kinky expertise and superior attitude, it’s hot and cold running subs for this over-the-hill miss!
Angry at the constant disruptions to her classes, an attractive middle-aged lecturer decides to teach a cocky student a lesson in discipline. Instructing him to attend her office at the end of the day, she locks him inside to show him that women aren’t the weaker sex. He’s cowed into accepting the spanking punishment as an older woman dominates and uses him for her own pleasure.
Named One of the Best Books of the year by: Esquire, Refinery29, BookRiot, Medium, Electric Literature, The Brooklyn Rail, Largehearted Boy, The Coil and The Cut. Winner of the Lambda Literary Jeanne Cordova Prize for Lesbian/Queer Nonfiction Finalist, Lambda Literary Award for Lesbian Memoir/Biography Finalist, Publishing Triangle's Judy Grahn Award for Lesbian Nonfiction An Indie Next Pick A fierce and dazzling personal narrative that explores the many ways identity and art are shaped by love and loss. In her critically acclaimed memoir, Whip Smart, Melissa Febos laid bare the intimate world of the professional dominatrix, turning an honest examination of her life into a lyrical study of power, desire, and fulfillment. In her dazzling Abandon Me, Febos captures the intense bonds of love and the need for connection -- with family, lovers, and oneself. First, her birth father, who left her with only an inheritance of addiction and Native American blood, its meaning a mystery. As Febos tentatively reconnects, she sees how both these lineages manifest in her own life, marked by compulsion and an instinct for self-erasure. Meanwhile, she remains closely tied to the sea captain who raised her, his parenting ardent but intermittent as his work took him away for months at a time. Woven throughout is the hypnotic story of an all-consuming, long-distance love affair with a woman, marked equally by worship and withdrawal. In visceral, erotic prose, Febos captures their mutual abandonment to passion and obsession -- and the terror and exhilaration of losing herself in another. At once a fearlessly vulnerable memoir and an incisive investigation of art, love, and identity, Abandon Me draws on childhood stories, religion, psychology, mythology, popular culture, and the intimacies of one writer's life to reveal intellectual and emotional truths that feel startlingly universal.
This RED HOT compilation is a Mike Watson "Super Special" or super Femdom Special compilation -and special naturally means tales of Indian femdom as well, from the subcontinent! Lots of our other gigantic compilations feature Asian femdom stories. This giant, RED hot compilation contains the following books - The two Volumes in the "Pooja Memsahib ... JI!" series! "Serving an Indian Goddess - the three books, and the two Sequels". "Garima Madam's Bitch - and Garima Madam - the Prequel" If at the end of this compilation, your thinking about what REAL AND TRUE femdom is hasn't changed dramatically, I'll be a monkey's uncle and eat my non existent hat, hehe. This compilation of stories is one that will never ever fail or cease to AROUSE the submissive (or dominant) in you - it is a CLASSIC compilation EVERY true femdom lover simply must, no exceptions, MUST have on their bookshelf. An evergreen compilation of tales of female domination that NEVER go out of style - much like femdom itself - and a constant reminder of the fact that women are indeed superior to men, and a man's place is always, without EXCEPTION, under a woman's SHOE! (or foot). Paye Lagu, Madam. You're SO nice, you make it SO WORTH IT! Best, Mike Watson
