Stories for Dommes?

Claudia_TylerMae

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There are a lot of stories for subs... nearly all stories for subs... focussing on what is done to the 'victim' and how much pleasure and release they get from the experience.

In most cases the Domme is a cardboard cutout - merely a prop to permit the things the sub desperately wants to happen. In the worst, there is some cod-psychology where a random experience turned a normal woman into a single-fetish obsessed machine. Occasionally, there's poetry - or a mood piece so specific to a particular Domme's mindset that only the original author can get the vibe.

Am I being unfair? Are there really good stories where the Domme is actually the subject, and the sub merely background detail? Are there stories that capture the satisfaction or reward for creating an intricate scene? Do Dommes even read erotica, or are they mythological creatures like unicorns or a tolerant version of JK Rowling?

At some point I've got in mind a companion piece to "He Becomes"... the Domme's viewpoint of a intense feminization session (far more grounded and tounge in cheek than the fantasy male viewpoint), but I've not had a chance to write it yet.
 
focussing on what is done to the 'victim' and how much pleasure and release they get from the experience.
I agree. When Missus and I are engaged in play, we've realized that my role is to focus on her, not for her to focus on me. It took us a while to figure that out. Most stories fail to convey the exchange of needs, focusing on submissive male needs only.
 
https://www.literotica.com/s/femdom-2

This story is good. The wife's feelings are described which makes the story more erotic.

You make a great point. Not many stories are out there. Some stories do describe the feelings of Dommes and her experiences of being in control. Indulging her sadistic side of putting him through the paces of pleasure, pain, and control even getting into his head. Watching his reactions of obvious excitement and willingness to do anything to please her. Her thoughts wondering if she is going too far. The scene is turning her on more than she thought possible.

ES
 
https://www.literotica.com/s/femdom-2

This story is good. The wife's feelings are described which makes the story more erotic.

You make a great point. Not many stories are out there. Some stories do describe the feelings of Dommes and her experiences of being in control. Indulging her sadistic side of putting him through the paces of pleasure, pain, and control even getting into his head. Watching his reactions of obvious excitement and willingness to do anything to please her. Her thoughts wondering if she is going too far. The scene is turning her on more than she thought possible.

ES
I was always willing to do anything to please my late wife. She was really good at playing my raw nerves after I had an orgasm. Post orgasm control for this male is extremely nerve racking. She enjoyed making me continue to be her toy, and do as she wished
 
There are a lot of stories for subs... nearly all stories for subs... focussing on what is done to the 'victim' and how much pleasure and release they get from the experience.

In most cases the Domme is a cardboard cutout - merely a prop to permit the things the sub desperately wants to happen. In the worst, there is some cod-psychology where a random experience turned a normal woman into a single-fetish obsessed machine. Occasionally, there's poetry - or a mood piece so specific to a particular Domme's mindset that only the original author can get the vibe.

Am I being unfair? Are there really good stories where the Domme is actually the subject, and the sub merely background detail? Are there stories that capture the satisfaction or reward for creating an intricate scene? Do Dommes even read erotica, or are they mythological creatures like unicorns or a tolerant version of JK Rowling?

At some point I've got in mind a companion piece to "He Becomes"... the Domme's viewpoint of a intense feminization session (far more grounded and tounge in cheek than the fantasy male viewpoint), but I've not had a chance to write it yet.
I’m glad to be reading your post this morning! Thank you!

I’m beginning to write a story, and your perspective has given me fresh insight!

It’s my intent to write FOR Her, and your thoughts will be like bowling lane guard rails to help me ensure I really maintain the purpose: my pleasure in writing is meant to become HER pleasure in reading…about her pleasure.
 
In most cases the Domme is a cardboard cutout - merely a prop to permit the things the sub desperately wants to happen. In the worst, there is some cod-psychology where a random experience turned a normal woman into a single-fetish obsessed machine. Occasionally, there's poetry - or a mood piece so specific to a particular Domme's mindset that only the original author can get the vibe.
My poem I think echoes your complaint :
Black leather or lament of a modern mistress

I’m currently slowly writing a novella about a bdsm relationship from the perspective of the woman as domme. With a novel / novella length there must be some more substantial character development and motivation than short stories sometimes allow. At least I hope so.
 
There are a lot of stories for subs... nearly all stories for subs... focussing on what is done to the 'victim' and how much pleasure and release they get from the experience.

In most cases the Domme is a cardboard cutout - merely a prop to permit the things the sub desperately wants to happen. In the worst, there is some cod-psychology where a random experience turned a normal woman into a single-fetish obsessed machine. Occasionally, there's poetry - or a mood piece so specific to a particular Domme's mindset that only the original author can get the vibe.

Am I being unfair? Are there really good stories where the Domme is actually the subject, and the sub merely background detail? Are there stories that capture the satisfaction or reward for creating an intricate scene? Do Dommes even read erotica, or are they mythological creatures like unicorns or a tolerant version of JK Rowling?

At some point I've got in mind a companion piece to "He Becomes"... the Domme's viewpoint of a intense feminization session (far more grounded and tounge in cheek than the fantasy male viewpoint), but I've not had a chance to write it yet.
As a hardcore, Masochistic slave sub to my Lovely Wife Goddess, I write Her MANY SJEs (slave journal entries) about everything, including my "needs"... I don't "top from the bottom though" as my needs, ALL revolve around pleasing Her, serving Her and allowing total FREEDOM to do and say anything She desires without fear of judgment, repercussions or anything of the sort.
 
I quietly make my way to the kitchen to prepare for the day. I measure out by weigh the fresh ground coffee and water to make sure the ratio is always the same and brew a fresh pot of coffee. I add one sugar cube and one tablespoon of cream just the way you like your coffee to your favorite mug and slowing pour the coffee in not causing any to splash on the rim of the cup or on the tray. Making sure all the sugar is dissolved I stir the coffee with a frozen silver spoon and check the temperature making sure it is down to 140 degrees from the brew temperature of 200 degrees so you can begin drinking your coffee right away. I arrive at your bedside where you are sitting up just waking from your wonderful nights sleep. I kneel and present your coffee. I smile as you take it knowing I have pleased you at the start of your day.

After your morning coffee and breakfast we have a nice relaxing day planned starting with a pedicure. You sit in one of your favorite chairs and I place a warm tub of water at your feet for them to soak in after I have removed the old polish and have taken the remover and tools to the trash as you soak so the smell does not remain in the room any longer than needed. After your feet have soaked I take care of the standard task, cuticles, exfoliating, trimming and sanding nails, before getting back to the good relaxing massage.

Using an strawberry scented foot lotion I massage each perfect foot for 30 minutes each paying attention to your tired arches running my thumbs over them and spreading each toe as I do. I finish each foot with a kiss and when you are ready for me to move on from the massage i paint each toe with a lovely pink polish that you selected for this week and carefully paint each toe. When they are painted I get on all fours as your foot rest while the polish dries.
 
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I enter the bath room and get your favorite lavender scented bubbles from the cabinet and pour one cup into the water know it will provide the prefect amount of bubbles as the tub fills. I mix the water as it fills and check the temperature throughout the fill to make sure it is 100 degrees knowing it will cool slightly before you get in to around 98 degrees. Once the tub is full I pour you a glass of wine and present it to you letting you know your bath is ready. Once you take your wine I go and kneel by the towel warming drawer while you take your bath. I am facing the drawer with eyes lowered as I hear you enter the room.

I eagerly await what has become the bath time ritual informing me of my service service. As you move about I wait with anticipation of you removing your panties and where they will end up. It has become a nonverbal sign of what is to come. most nights they just get draped over my face signaling just a normal day but one where I can turn to face you and chat if you desire while bathing.

The worst is when you just leave them on the floor for me to look at and wonder what happened today that did not please you or what are you thinking I should have done better? These night are often teaching moments to make me a better sub but still hate the feeling I displeased in someway.

The best nights are when you use them as a gag and I am allowed to help bath you and touch your smooth skin.
 
Missed the point…. We want more stories from the woman’s perspective and centering her experiences, thoughts and feelings. Lit is full of stories written from the sub’s pov but the sub is the star of the show, we see his thoughts and feelings, his physical or psychological reactions. We’d like to see what women think/ feel.

Maybe dommes are too busy domming to be writing about it? Maybe dommes are so focussed on a sub’s enjoyment or experience that they don’t check in on their own experience? Until we speak for ourselves any story about our bdsm activities, whether true to life or entirely fictional and fantastical will remain focussed on the generally male sub and recounted from the male sub pov.

Personally I’d want to know the why behind the what a domme does.
 
Missed the point…. We want more stories from the woman’s perspective and centering her experiences, thoughts and feelings. Lit is full of stories written from the sub’s pov but the sub is the star of the show, we see his thoughts and feelings, his physical or psychological reactions. We’d like to see what women think/ feel.

Maybe dommes are too busy domming to be writing about it? Maybe dommes are so focussed on a sub’s enjoyment or experience that they don’t check in on their own experience? Until we speak for ourselves any story about our bdsm activities, whether true to life or entirely fictional and fantastical will remain focussed on the generally male sub and recounted from the male sub pov.

Personally I’d want to know the why behind the what a domme does.
I wish I could write one better from a lady's point of view but as the male sub that is hard.
 
Here’s an excerpt:
All she wanted to know with complete trust and absolute certainty was that, despite the terrible things she did to him, despite the tender atrocities he allowed her to inflict on his body and his spirit, that he still loved her, still desired her, still wanted to be with her. The truest definition of unconditional love she had never experienced.

She didn't want to explore how lustful he felt or how beautiful he thought she was: those things were too facile, too trite. She wanted to examine how difficult it was, how filled with longing, pain, uncertainty and anguish but ultimately filled with peace and joy these moments between them could be. She wanted to test him, an irrational desire to see how far she could push him, or push him away. Would he stay? She was almost too afraid to find out. But the need to know, that certainty she craved, drove her.

"Come here Adam, " she whispered.

He left his place, seated on the floor by the bay window. He was watching the rain. He crawled on all fours toward her, head down and quickly yet smoothly as he had been taught. She watched the patterned muted light from the window cast shadows along the skin of his naked back, dappling on the muscles alive and moving. When he reached her he rubbed his face on her silk sheathed crossed legs, without her permission, without asking. A small infraction this unexpected and ardent gesture of affection, it would serve to answer her questions today. But he would have to be punished.
(c) 2025 from the forthcoming The Weft and the Weave
 
Some self-promotion...

Two of my stories, Bad Nikki and Shock Wave, are told from a dominant female's point of view and have been well received. The former has a male sub and the latter a female sub.
 
Here’s an excerpt:
All she wanted to know with complete trust and absolute certainty was that, despite the terrible things she did to him, despite the tender atrocities he allowed her to inflict on his body and his spirit, that he still loved her, still desired her, still wanted to be with her. The truest definition of unconditional love she had never experienced.

She didn't want to explore how lustful he felt or how beautiful he thought she was: those things were too facile, too trite. She wanted to examine how difficult it was, how filled with longing, pain, uncertainty and anguish but ultimately filled with peace and joy these moments between them could be. She wanted to test him, an irrational desire to see how far she could push him, or push him away. Would he stay? She was almost too afraid to find out. But the need to know, that certainty she craved, drove her.

"Come here Adam, " she whispered.

He left his place, seated on the floor by the bay window. He was watching the rain. He crawled on all fours toward her, head down and quickly yet smoothly as he had been taught. She watched the patterned muted light from the window cast shadows along the skin of his naked back, dappling on the muscles alive and moving. When he reached her he rubbed his face on her silk sheathed crossed legs, without her permission, without asking. A small infraction this unexpected and ardent gesture of affection, it would serve to answer her questions today. But he would have to be punished.
(c) 2025 from the forthcoming The Weft and
Oh, yours is EXACTLY the sort of story I want to read - I LOVE to hear things from the Domme’s perspective, what SHE wants and what SHE enjoys - the sub is just the vehicle for her pleasure, and it would be lovely to hear, or read that!!!
 
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