Tag Archives: Femdom

Bow Down

14 votes, average: 1.86 out of 514 votes, average: 1.86 out of 514 votes, average: 1.86 out of 514 votes, average: 1.86 out of 514 votes, average: 1.86 out of 5 (14 votes) (1.86)

On request by an Archive of Our Own user. A witch enslaves a human using a powerful foot fetish spell and makes him spy on his own people. His reward for his betrayal is long hours of foot worship and cleaning of her soles. He was too powerful to be made to submit through a … Continue reading Bow Down

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Drag Me To Hell 2- The Judge of the Dead

20 votes, average: 4.50 out of 520 votes, average: 4.50 out of 520 votes, average: 4.50 out of 520 votes, average: 4.50 out of 520 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5 (20 votes) (4.50)

“Dude, seriously?” Serafine asks, standing up and holding out her paw as it drips with the sticky evidence of your nighttime emission. “I do the nice thing and let you sleep with me on the furs and you gotta go and have a wet dream all over my hand?” You find that you can’t say … Continue reading Drag Me To Hell 2- The Judge of the Dead

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Lick The Vamp

13 votes, average: 2.62 out of 513 votes, average: 2.62 out of 513 votes, average: 2.62 out of 513 votes, average: 2.62 out of 513 votes, average: 2.62 out of 5 (13 votes) (2.62)

Before he knew what he was doing, he stood up and walked over to her, pausing before her with his head bowed and his hands clasped in front of him. He couldn’t even raise his head, nor did he want to for some odd reason.

Electra’s grin grew wide enough to light up a town with a blackout. ‘Now take that outfit and put it on.’

He turned around to where she was pointing on the bed, and picked up a frilly maid’s outfit which was on top of all the others. He pulled it over his head, bringing it down to the tops of his thighs and patting them. He picked up a pair of black flats and placed them on the floor, putting his feet in them.

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Holding Hands

10 votes, average: 2.30 out of 510 votes, average: 2.30 out of 510 votes, average: 2.30 out of 510 votes, average: 2.30 out of 510 votes, average: 2.30 out of 5 (10 votes) (2.30)

The rod of steel was stopped inches from Kazumi’s head before it could enter her brain. Kazumi’s paw was locked around the middle of the blade, and she wasn’t even bleeding. The knight landed on her heels in front of the eight-foot tall beauty, struggling to make her sword move an inch. She couldn’t. Kazumi’s grip on the blade tightened, and then she simply twisted her paw around. The blade shattered into pieces, leaving the empty hilt in the knight’s hand.

The knight gaped at the part of her sword in her hand, her face a picture of shock and awe. She then raised her eyes to Kazumi’s face, and screamed in frustration. She swung the useless hilt at Kazumi’s side, but it was intercepted with a powerful paw gripping her wrist. She turned the knight’s arm around, bringing it behind her back, and grabbed her throat with the other paw in a death grip.

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Cowgirl Farmhand

8 votes, average: 3.13 out of 58 votes, average: 3.13 out of 58 votes, average: 3.13 out of 58 votes, average: 3.13 out of 58 votes, average: 3.13 out of 5 (8 votes) (3.13)

The minotaur grinned and turned you around. Her strong fingers started rubbing against your sides, making you laugh and squirm. While the holstaur had been soft and chubby, she felt ripped and muscular. Her biceps were quite noticeable, and you could see clear hints of muscle all over her body, especially in the prominent abs. Her tail was swishing back and forth excitedly. You weren’t sure what she intended, but it was likely up to no good.

‘Oooooooh,’ she said, her hand brushing against your hardening penis. ‘Is that a milking pail in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?’

‘Let me go!’ you gasped.

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Schoolgirls Are Real Bitches

7 votes, average: 2.71 out of 57 votes, average: 2.71 out of 57 votes, average: 2.71 out of 57 votes, average: 2.71 out of 57 votes, average: 2.71 out of 5 (7 votes) (2.71)

Barely containing their laughter now, yet knowing the teen was used to it and the dark elves were allowed to laugh at any human for the silliest of reasons which they deemed fit, the dark elf owners of this sad, humiliated human yanked on his leash, pulling him forwards. They walked to the door in the distance, pausing every now and then to check around for the principal and any other teacher. If they were caught, they knew they would instantly assume that they could take this cute slave away to be used and abused for a while until they grew bored of him, while they would be put in the arena again trying to prove they were better than humans. It wasn’t a battle of swords or fists, but one of wills. They would have to sexually dominate and conquer the humans and prove they didn’t belong in the pancratium. The only rules were no violence, whether dismembering or slapping. They could use aphrodisiacs, masturbation techniques, trampling, squeezing the genitals in a way which aroused them with limited pain, tickle their opponents’ sensitive bits, and anything else which made their opponent beg to surrender on their hands and knees in the standard submission position. Anything else than that was considered failure. If the dark elves failed, they were sold off to a human town to be dressed in hadaka aprons and serve humans for life as sex slaves and maids. They would be on the receiving end of sexual abuse, humiliation, taking orders, and having to suck a lowly human’s toes for a living. At least, that was what the dominant dark elves thought. The minority who turned submissive and decided to serve humans for life found it as normal and exciting at being under a human’s boot and sucking their heels as humans did in this school. It aroused them even with all the humiliation and shame they felt. No one could really explain this, though people claimed it was like a spell an ancient power place on them – they were only turned on by rough and humiliating S&M activities.

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Giant Expectations

8 votes, average: 2.88 out of 58 votes, average: 2.88 out of 58 votes, average: 2.88 out of 58 votes, average: 2.88 out of 58 votes, average: 2.88 out of 5 (8 votes) (2.88)

He shook his head, straightened up and tapped himself on the back of the head.

Focus, he told himself. You’ll have plenty of time to daydream about the pussy you will get when you’ve got the jewels and are out of here. For now, see the shiny jewels about to come in the palm of your hand.

Sighing and cracking his neck, he flexed his fingers and walked forward. He grabbed a glowing yellow stone and tossed it into his rucksack. He continued through the cave, picking up the jewels he liked and keeping them with him. He felt his rucksack getting heavier as he moved through just the first room, collecting more than half of the jewels available there. He paused before the second chamber, pondering on how to collect the rest. A wide grin spread over his face as he recalled something which he had brought along and nearly forgotten in his excitement at discovering the cave.

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Helping Hand

18 votes, average: 3.11 out of 518 votes, average: 3.11 out of 518 votes, average: 3.11 out of 518 votes, average: 3.11 out of 518 votes, average: 3.11 out of 5 (18 votes) (3.11)

She looked back up at him, smiling a little at how his mouth gaped open in surprise at her abilities. She raised a claw and beckoned him forwards. He moved towards her nervously, his mouth dry. He swallowed several times to moisten his parched throat, but it didn’t help. She was both sexy and intimidating, enough to make him harder than diamonds and wonder if she would tear him apart just with a look.

‘So, cutie, you still want that quickie?’ she asked.

His jaw dropped. He didn’t know that mamono would just proposition someone that blatantly. He swallowed again and opened his mouth to ask what she meant, although he was sure he already knew. He raised a hand slowly, wondering what she was going to do to him. Probably in a back alley behind this bar.

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Mean Look

4 votes, average: 2.25 out of 54 votes, average: 2.25 out of 54 votes, average: 2.25 out of 54 votes, average: 2.25 out of 54 votes, average: 2.25 out of 5 (4 votes) (2.25)

She raised her hands to her tiny little bra, also made of black silk and looking like a small ribbon running across her tits. She pulled the bit of skimpy cloth down, covering an exposed nipple. Her enormous tits bounced as she released the bra, now covering a thin strip around her nipples, the centre of her breasts, and her back. She lifted the part over her right breast, looking at the small yet hard nipple sticking out of her areola. She put it back down, covering up her nipple, and looked at the young man. He was gaping at her exposure of her soft tit, and his cock was hard enough to ram a spike into the ground. She grinned widely at him and sat back on the bed, placing her arms below her breasts. She started shaking them back and forth, enjoying how his eyes followed every movement of those rounded orbs.

‘Do you want them, slave?’ she asked, her tits jiggling harder with each word.

The young man’s eyes were too mesmerised by her swaying titflesh to answer. She repeated her question, and this time, he gave the briefest of nods, his eyes following her jiggling tits.

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