Femdom stories – A world where fantasy and surrender meet

“Femdom stories – A world where fantasy and surrender meet” is written for BDSMforyou.nl by Mistress Moriah.

Somewhere in the world right now, a man is looking at his phone with a broad smile. He has just received a message from his Mistress. Just five words: 'I expect you at eight o'clock.' And as he reads the message for the third time, his imagination is already working overtime. What does she have planned? Has she thought of something special? Will he soon be standing in front of her again with wobbly knees? He knows her well enough by now to know that he truly has no idea what awaits him. And that is exactly what makes it so deliciously exciting...

Femdom stories: more than just thrilling reading.

What makes Femdom stories so special?

I think it is mainly the fantasy. The freedom to create a world together in which you can leave the worries of daily life behind for a while. A world in which you may play with desires, expectations, tension and surrender. A world that is sometimes delightfully naughty, sometimes a touch absurd and at other moments surprisingly moving.

Because let's be honest, there is something amusing about the idea that a grown man, who may run an entire company during the day, stands in front of a woman in the evening, deadly serious (and nervous), after she has just instructed him to polish her shoes again. Because she has spotted a fingerprint in the shine. Naked and on his knees, of course.

And the best part? Perhaps he enjoys it even more than she does.

Femdom has as many faces as there are women who practise it. One Mistress is strict and demanding, another loves to play with humour, seduction and small psychological games. There are women who enjoy elaborate rituals, discipline and obedience, and women who prefer to drive their submissive to despair with a smile. It is precisely this variety that makes Femdom such a wonderful subject to write about.

A good Femdom story slowly creeps under your skin

A story may well begin with a pair of high heels clicking across a wooden floor. For some men, that sound alone is enough to send their heart rate soaring. You hear the heels coming closer, try to work out her mood from the rhythm, and wonder whether you may have done something wrong today. A good writer can conjure up an entire world in those few seconds.

I love stories in which you can almost touch the tension. In which you feel someone hesitating, longing, looking forward to something or surrendering with healthy reluctance to a task he secretly hopes she will give him. A little humour can work wonders here. After all, Femdom is also play. With each other, with expectations, with fantasy and every now and then, wonderfully, with someone's ego.

And then of course there is that special intimacy. The trust needed to let someone come so close. To share your insecurities, desires and perhaps even your most secret fantasies. There are beautiful stories there for the taking.

I would love to take you along on three small adventures. Two made-up Femdom stories that could easily have taken place somewhere behind a closed door. At any rate, behind my closed door.

Short Femdom story – The inspection

'You have exactly seven minutes.'

He looked at her questioningly.

'Seven minutes for what, Mistress?'

She smiled and put a pair of white gloves on the table.

'To make sure my shoes shine as if the Queen herself were visiting.'

He looked at the black patent leather boots standing neatly beside her chair. They were already gleaming. He had polished them thoroughly that morning and was actually quite pleased with the result.

'But Mistress, they are already...'

She raised one eyebrow.

He swallowed the rest of his sentence.

'Seven minutes,' she repeated kindly. 'Six minutes and thirty seconds by now.'

He jumped up, grabbed a polishing cloth and began to rub eagerly. Meanwhile, she poured herself a cup of tea and watched the scene with visible pleasure.

After exactly seven minutes, he put down the cloth.

'Finished, Mistress.'

She stood up, slowly put on the white gloves and ran one finger over the toe of the right boot.

She examined her fingertip closely.

'Hm.'

His heart sank.

She inspected the other boot, turned it slightly towards the light and looked at him gravely.

'Do you know what the problem is?'

'No, Mistress.'

'I can't see myself in them well enough yet.'

He immediately leaned forward to look at the boot again.

Then she began to laugh.

'Silly boy, if I want to see myself even better, I'll just pick up a mirror.'

He looked up. Surprised at first, then a cautious smile appeared.

She tapped his nose with her gloved finger.

'The boots are beautiful.'

He beamed.

'But since you're getting on so nicely...'

She pointed at the cupboard.

'There are six more pairs in there.'

His smile vanished.

Hers only grew bigger.

Short Femdom story – A dinner for two

She had invited him for dinner. That in itself was special, because their meetings usually took place in her playroom. Today she had asked him to put on his best suit and to arrive at seven o'clock sharp.

When he came in, it smelled wonderful of freshly baked bread and herbs. The table was beautifully laid. Candles, crystal glasses, silver-coloured cutlery. She had truly thought of everything.

'You look lovely,' she said as she straightened his tie.

He blushed.

'Thank you, Mistress.'

'Go and sit down.'

He took a seat and looked admiringly at the laid table.

She poured him a glass of water and sat down opposite him.

'I have thought of something special for you tonight.'

He felt the familiar flutter in his stomach.

'I hope you are hungry.'

'Terribly, Mistress.'

'Wonderful.'

She stood up and disappeared into the kitchen. A moment later she came back with two plates. On her own plate lay a beautiful piece of salmon, surrounded by vegetables and little potatoes.

On his plate lay a single pea.

He stared at it.

She sat down calmly, unfolded her napkin and picked up her cutlery.

'Enjoy your meal.'

He looked from his plate to hers.

'Mistress?'

'Yes?'

'There is a pea on my plate.'

'I can see that.'

'But... just one?'

She looked at him with the most innocent expression he had ever seen.

'Don't you think it's beautiful? I specially picked out the roundest one.'

He didn't know where to look.

She took a bite of her salmon.

'You can eat it, you know. Otherwise it will get cold.'

He looked at the pea once more, lying lonely in the middle of his otherwise spotless plate.

'May I ask why I only get one pea, Mistress?'

She put down her cutlery and looked at him in surprise.

'But silly boy, haven't you always said that the crumbs I throw you make you happy?'

'Yes, Mistress, but...'

'Well then! And now you even get a whole pea. I'd say you're doing rather well for yourself.'

She contentedly took another bite of her salmon.

'Besides,' she continued, 'I personally selected which pea you would get. From a whole pan full. Do you know how much attention that is?'

'You are absolutely right, Mistress. Thank you for my pea.'

'You're welcome. Enjoy it. And do take small bites, then you'll enjoy it a little longer.'

He picked up his knife and fork. He tried to cut the pea in half, but the little green ball shot off his plate and rolled across the table, right up to her wine glass.

She looked at the pea. Then at him.

'Look at that. Even your dinner is trying to get to me.'

She picked up the pea between thumb and forefinger, put it back on his plate and gave him her sweetest smile.

'Go on, one more chance. And a little carefully, please. It is your whole dinner, after all.'

He looked at her and felt that lovely warmth inside. He had been looking forward to this evening all week. To her attention, her pranks, her wonderful sense of humour and that special feeling he found nowhere else.

He ate his pea, placed his cutlery neatly beside his plate and looked at her contentedly.

'It was delicious, Mistress.'

She smiled.

'You see? A person really doesn't need that much to be happy.'

And while she calmly carried on eating her salmon, he sat opposite her with an empty stomach and a heart that almost burst with happiness.

Because he was one for the crumbs. He had known that for a very long time.

And she knew better than anyone how to give him the whole world with them.

The best Femdom stories are written together

I prefer to live my own Femdom stories. Reading can inspire, but experiencing is what truly makes me happy - and complete. Preferably with a touch of humour or even a roar of laughter (from me). I think humour is one of the most delicious ingredients within Femdom. Seeing and being seen, in all guises and perversions. Bizarre-looking to the outside world, perfectly logical according to insiders.

I love it. Fortunately, I am in a position to experience many more Femdom stories...

Mistress Moriah

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