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The Femdom Fiction of Jeff DeLuna

Jeff DeLuna’s second work of femdom fiction for Femdom Cave comes in two parts and gives us a strange middle-aged stalker and an even stranger coed.

A coed who takes her stalker’s devotion and uses it to fashion for herself the most obedient and faithful of servants while she remains free to indulge her new found taste for domination with a variety of men.

And when she’s finished with these men?

Well, there’s always her friends, Rose and Judy, to pick up the pieces and re-fashion them into…

Even smaller pieces.


“Elena’s Travails” by Nigel McParr – A Pink Flamingo Novel

An Eighteen year old, high school dropout, Elena, goes from homeless victim to controlling  in this work of  from Nigel McParr.

When an eighteen year old, high school dropout asks her friend Nadia if she can stay with her the timing is perfect.

For Nadia's husband, that is.

A very perverse and controlling husband.

Victor has long desired a buxom young woman he could take into his home to train, conquer and make a plaything and soon Elena finds herself in .

Then, with Victor's blessing, Nadia introduces Elena to  and  and while Nadia blossoms into a matron and disciplinarian of both men and women, Elena sinks further into submission.

Another cracking read from Pink Flamingo.


“Bellringers” – Femdom Fiction

Jo Paso's four-part tale of femdom fiction continues as the street wise women of the sleepy Somerset village set about placing the men - utterly - at their disposal.

The girls – and women – are really hitting their stride now and life for the men in this particularly peaceful area of the English countryside is about to become far more interesting and a lot less free and easy.

lot less.

Painful, of course, goes without saying.

As does humiliating.

The concluding Part-Four of Jo Paso’s work of femdom fiction will follow shortly.


“Skewered on Spikes” – A Novelette from Miss Irene Clearmont

The glorious Miss Irene Clearmont gives us the story of an upmarket shoe-emporium, the demanding woman who owns it, and the unsuspecting man who is about to serve in it.

In Miss Irene's latest femdom ebook, a man is given the opportunity to work in a shoe shop with a salary beyond his wildest dreams.

What committed foot fetishist could resist?

Certainly not Frank Ernest Lye, the man with the unfortunate name who finds himself offered such a position after serving the owner and her husband in his capacity as a menswear salesman.

It will not be long, however, before that salary becomes less - a lot less - than it was and the position a sight more onerous than he had believed it would be.

In fact, it will not be long before poor Frank has no life of his own and is little more than an indentured slave to the shop's customers.

Not forgetting its manageress and owner.


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“Original Sins” – Short-Stories from the Pen of Miss Irene Clearmont

Original Sins - Book One

This week, Femdom Cave is delighted to present the latest collection of  from the wonderful Miss Irene Clearmont.

Containing the agony-aunt letters of the divine Ms Maxine by way of an introduction, we are treated to stories describing women from everyday backgrounds whose fantasies and the way they fulfill them are anything but 'everyday'.

This is book-one of two and is bound to delight Miss Irene's growing legion of fans from both sides of the gender divide.

This femdom eBookcontains   and .

Book-Two to follow shortly.






Sexually Dominant Women

In Surprise Visit, Evandro, an athletic and handsome twenty-year-old Brazilian model, makes a surprise visit to his girlfriend’s house in West Virginia. His girlfriend, all too aware of what could befall him at the hands of the sexually dominant women of her family, pleads with him to leave.

Bewildered, Evandro heeds her advice, but not before getting a taste of the danger his girlfriend fears and, after a hasty departure, appears to be safe from his girlfriend’s dominant and sadistic family.

Until fate steps in to ensure escape from the family web of female domination would not be so easy.



Chapter One


Abigail and Becky toiled in the kitchen, washing the last of the dishes after breakfast when they heard a loud pounding on the front door. Always full of energy and looking for an adventure wherever she could find it, Becky practically sprinted to the door.

“Wow...hello,” Becky said when she laid her eyes on an attractive and slender stud standing on her doorstep.

His drenched T-shirt, tight to his torso, had become nearly transparent, hinting at the sculpted body, which lie beneath. His nipples tented the front of his shirt nicely. Evandro braced himself against the wind-driven rain, trying to at least keep the harsh pellets of water out of his beautiful smooth face. His dark curly locks hung in front of his bright blue eyes with water dripping down from the tips. He brushed his hair to the side.

The awning above did little to shield him from being battered by the torrential downpour, which was now on its third day. Evandro was too miserable to bask in the attention.

“Hi. Is Alex here?” “Alex?” Becky repeated dumbfounded. “Ain’t no Alex living here. Hate to say it, but I think you got the wrong house, pretty boy.”

“No, I mean Alexis. I know her from college. I’m sure this is the address she gave me.”

Abigail had been trying to listen from the kitchen, but the noise of the rain was making it difficult. Yet she picked up on the name ‘Alexis’ and nearly dropped the plate she had been drying when she heard it. Nobody in West Virginia called her by that name. And it wasn’t just the name, but it was the accent associated with the voice that caused her panic.

No, it couldn’t be!

He’s in Florida or Brazil. It can’t be him!

Her mind was racing. She crept closer to the hallway where she peered around the corner to get a glimpse of the miserably wet figure in the doorway.

For a moment, Becky was still at a loss. Then a light went on in her mind. “Oh, you mean my sister, Abigail Alexis?”

“Yeah, that’s gotta be her. Can you tell her Evandro is here to see her?”

“Evandro?” Abigail exclaimed from the other end of the hallway. “What are you doing here?”

Becky still wasn’t computing the scene nearly as quickly as she should have. She turned, still processing at a slow speed.

“Wait…Evandro?” Becky said, beginning to catch on. “Is this Evan? This is Evan?” Becky stated more than asked.

It all became clear, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh my gawd!” Abbe completely tuned her sister out. She was torn between running and throwing her slender frame into her boyfriend’s arms, or pushing him back to his car and screaming at him to leave. She did a little of both. Abbe handed the plate to her sister without thinking, and stepped towards Evan’s open arms, but stopped herself, glancing sideways towards her sister. She wanted to embrace him, hold him, and kiss him, but she would never do that with her sister there.

Evandro was confused. He was sure that she would have been ecstatic to see him. A surprise visit like this, after not having seen or talked to each other in over a month, warranted at least a warm embrace.

“Evandro, you can’t be here. No, you…you have to leave,” Alexis said frantically.

Evan’s smile faded quickly from his face. “What’s the matter?”

“No, I can’t explain. There’s no time,” Alex countered in a panicked tone. “It’s just best if you leave. My gawd, when’s Momma going to be back?”

Becky replied, “Well I think she said they’d be back by noon. But with this rain, it’ll probably be a while longer.”

“Okay, you gotta go, Evan. I mean, I love seeing you, but it’s just that you can’t be here. I thought you were going to be working in Miami, or going back to Brazil for the photo shoot.”

“I am. I mean, it got delayed for another month so I decided I’d rather take you up on your offer to come work on the farm for a while. I’ve never worked on a farm before.”

“Oh gawd. No, I…I didn’t really…I mean, I was totally drunk when I said that. This is not the place you want to be. Oh shit…”

“He can work on the farm. I don’t see no problem with that,” Becky chimed in with a smirk.

“You stay out of this!” Abbe barked back. “And you CAN’T tell anyone that Evandro was here. You understand me?”

She looked back at Evandro.

“And you can’t tell anyone you were here.”

Becky thought for a moment. This situation was as dire a situation as she would ever find Abbe involved in. Abbe was right. She had to get her boyfriend off the farm before their mother found out. If she found him there, it would be all over for Evandro. But Becky learned a few things while Abbe had been away at college for two years. She wasn’t the same little sister who caved whenever she was ordered to do so. Becky had been only too happy to follow her sister’s direction in her younger years. A few years ago, she never would have considered talking back to her sister. But working on the farm under the tutelage of her mother and not having anyone else to boss her around for two years gave her the confidence she hadn’t had before. She was growing up physically as well as mentally. In many respects, she was considered a boss around the farm. She had gotten used to having others follow her orders without question.

During the time that Abigail had been away at college, Becky had developed the Franklin attitude, perhaps a little too soon for her age. This tomboy had to make the developing crisis work to her advantage. She had to play the game.

“It’ll cost ya.”

Abbe was stunned.

“Are you kidding me? You just keep your mouth shut, little sis.”

“Hey! I ain’t so little no more, in case you ain’t noticed,” Becky replied, standing up for herself.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!”

“You watch your language in this house, Abigail. A beautiful hunk shows up on the doorstep asking for you, and you expect me to just forget about it? No way. I’ll keep quiet, but I get something in exchange.”

Oh my gawd. What the F do you want?”

A smirk crept across her face as she looked towards Evandro.

“Him. I want him for ten minutes. Alone.”

“Are you out of your mind? Hell no, I’m not letting you have him. I know what you’ll do to him. No. No way, Becky!”

“Well, you don’t know everything I’d do to him, but I only have about ten minutes, so, yeah, you probably have a pretty good idea. AND I want that picture of him you have hidden under your pillow. The bikini shot.”

“What happened to you? You turned into a conniving little bitch! My gawd, I was away for two years, and you’ve turned into one of them.”

“You weren’t here, Alexis. Things changed. This is what ya get. Listen, you got no choice. Hell, he’ll enjoy it. You know that.”

Abbe could only stare at her. She knew she was beat. She had no choice. “Mother would have a fit if she heard you right now! There’s no way she’d let you do anything like this, little girl.”

“Don’t be so sure about that. Like I said, things have changed.”

“I will never forgive you for this.”

Evandro had been standing just inside the doorway, watching the argument ensue, hardly believing what was being said. A simple surprise visit and offer of help was being turned into some nasty battle of extortion.

“Evandro, I know you have no idea what’s going on, but you have to believe me when I tell you that this is for your own good. You have to leave, but first you have to do what my sister tells you to do.”

“Wait, I-”

“No, just listen. You have to do whatever she wants. I know you’ll never talk to me again, but you’re better off this way. And I’m better off this way.”

Alexis held her boyfriend by the arm and escorted him to her bedroom, which was in the back of the house.

Evandro tried to protest, but each time he was quieted by his girlfriend and pulled forward.

“Make it quick,” Alex said to her sister. Abigail was an attractive girl with a slender frame. It wasn’t her younger sister’s more stalky build that had her too intimidated to try to force her sister into submission. Abbe’s problem was that she didn’t have the devilish Franklin attitude that her sister and her mother had. It was the primary reason she wanted to get an education and leave the farm behind. She was simply too kind and caring to lower herself to her sister’s level to successfully fight for her boyfriend.

As a result of her kindness, Abigail stood silently by as Becky smiled at her and closed the bedroom door behind Evandro.

“Take off your shirt,” Becky could be heard saying on the other side of the door.

“What do…?”

“Just keep your mouth shut, stud, and do what I tell ya.”

Alex, her ear to the door, heard Evandro pull his T-shirt up over his head.

“Now your shorts, handsome.”

Abbe heard the zipper, then the drenched cargo shorts falling to his feet.

“Mmmmm…yeah, very nice. You’re a little excited, aren’t ya? I didn’t believe her when she said she was banging an underwear model, but I guess I was wrong. Let me help you with these.”

Abbe heard the unmistakable sound of his tight underwear slide down his legs. She found herself wondering which pair he was wearing.

“Step out for me. That’s it. Oh my gawd, you’re hung like a horse! Wow, it rises fast.” “Ohhh…mmmm…”

Evan moaned. Alex imagined her sister was stroking his cock now.

“Oh yeah, give me some precum. That’s it. Yeah, you want to give it to me, don’t ya, stud? Okay, get up here on the bed. I’d make this last longer for ya, but we gotta get you outta here fast. That’s it. Now get on all fours. I’m gonna show ya how I milk the stallions each week.

“Damn, you’re hard. How do ya like that? Do you like having your balls pulled back like that?”

Evandro wasn’t sure if he was supposed to answer, but all he could do was grunt anyway.

“That’s it. Now your cock’s pointed in the right direction.”

From his moans, Alexis pictured her sister with Evan’s balls in her hand, pulled tight to his ass, and milking his cock with her other hand.

He wouldn’t last long.

“Okay, I’m gonna squeeze a little harder, and you’re gonna cum for me right into this glass I got underneath ya.”

Evan looked down to see Becky position the small glass on the bed beneath him, just inches below his purple cockhead.

“Come on...come on...give it to me now, stallion. Give me all ya got. Come on…”

Evan’s moans became more high pitched and more frantic. He was close. Finally, Alex heard a loud groan emanate from deep within Evan’s throat. She knew exactly what that meant. She had heard it many times before.

“Oh, sweet Jesus! Damn, your balls are full. Keep it coming. Oh, that’s good, real good.”

It seemed like an eternity to Alex, but finally his sounds of ecstasy were over. He was still breathing heavily, but he was spent.

“Don’t you move, til I say so.” Evandro let his head hang while he caught his breath and tried to wrap his head around the events that culminated with a forced orgasm. The euphoric wave of his orgasm disappeared from his body as the final strand of cum seeped from his twitching cock.

Chris Bellows & Pink Flamingo in the Femdom Cave

Another great femdom eBook from Chris Bellows, courtesy of  Pink Flamingo,  joins the Femdom Cave lists.

The inmates at Hempstead Penitentiary find themselves under the intimidating control of resident psychologist Dr. Mary Dawson, an imposing black Dominatrix with a personal agenda as shocking as the methods she uses to modify the behavior of the state’s most violent and incorrigible convicts.

Chris Bellows gives us a tale of fantasy and reality that begins to unfold with the arrival of the latest inmate at Dr Mary’s new and unrelenting kingdom.

An inmate who has no idea when his incarceration begins that he’ll become Dr. Dawson’s newest trophy. This as the shrewd and deeply disturbed female systematically turns the maladjusted malcontent into ‘Sammy’,  her pretty and emasculated servitor.

And not just hers!




Indian Femdom by Kurt Steiner – A Journey to Disgrace

Indian Femdom is the subject of my new story "A Journey to Disgrace".

It's great to be back after such a relatively long absence and I can't thank enough those of you who've contacted the editor with your congratulations for the first two-parts of my new story of Indian Femdom"A Journey to Disgrace".

Indian Femdom - The Complete Book


The complete book is almost finished and part-three will, I'm told, be published this week, but I'm hoping for once to crack straight on after completion and get right into another tale of Indian Femdom, and the European males who succumb to its allure.

My thanks must also go to Ms Indira for her support throughout what I now refer to as "my dry spell" and the hope that she herself is able to build on her fantastic first effort at a novel in the genre, "A Passage to Britannia".

As always, I leave you with an image of the kind of subcontinent goddess never failing to either trigger my imagination or set the pulses to racing when it comes to Indian Femdom.

Good reading!





“Eve’s Apples” by Miss Irene Clearmont – Final-Part

The final instalment of the wicked Miss Irene's short tales of female supremacy hits the screen this week.

An exchange of letters between agony-aunt Maxine and a husband concerned by the increasing dominance of his wife - and where she wants to take her power - leads to the man's situation becoming even less inviting when Maxine takes the side of the wife and places her femdom expertise at her disposal to ensure the concerned husband is not only forced to his knees but will have no option but to remain in that position.

With a "Distant Objective", Miss Irene gives us her take on the peeping tom and the kind of trouble we can find ourselves in when we use a high-powered telescope for uses other than star gazing.

The gorgeous and autocratic woman he has seen lording it over various men in sadistic and cruel ways that trigger a perverse chord in his soul is about to practice her craft for him in a much more up close and personal.

And it will not be for his pleasure.

"Converse" rounds the collection off and we await with much relish the next volume of Miss Irene's shorter tales.


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“The Dance of the Veils Revisited” by Sandrine Bessancort

The Dance of the Veils Revisited

"The Dance of the Veils" is the second stand-alone story from Volume-Three of "Venus Descends" and joins Algernon Blackwood's "Ancient Sorceries" as yet another tale from antiquity to receive the Ms Bessancort treatment.

This time around it's a story from Sax Rohmer that has commanded Sandrine's interest.

It's a macabre tale of oriental decadence and a down-on-his-luck n'eer-do-well on the receiving end of it. Set in London, it undergoes the female dominant Bessancort treatment to become even more macabre and certainly more decadent.

It's hard to believe the creator of Fu Manchu and the master of all things oriental and decadent, would have left a hero of his own devising to quite such a degrading and inescapable fate as that which Ms Bessancort's poisonous pen devises for hers.

This is a part of the "Venus Descends" series of short-story volumes.


Lesbian Sexuality

Female lovers Cassidy and Peach quit the city for the summer, traveling north to The Edge, a B&B playground for sexually open-minded women, run by an experienced Female Dominant, Tasia. Wanting Peach for herself, Tasia lures her from Cassidy. While the angry Cassidy waits for Peach to return to her, she finds her own dominant tendencies are brought from hiding as she’s seduced by the mysterious waif, Analise. Cruelly taking this innocent initiate through bondage, whipping, anal probing and other S&M tortures. Yet only the Midsummer Madness and a stunning confrontation with Tasia gives Cassidy the fulfillment she desires. A fantasy of love and surrender, of twisted motives and crude sexual practices for readers who enjoy the sensuous extremes of lesbian sexuality.



A thought… random… fleeting… unbidden, leaping from cell to cell

in a tantalizing dance,

of what’s to follow.

A thought… returning with friends… demanding… impatient,

twisting in a spiral

of unrecognized lack,

seeking attention’s wandering gaze.

A thought… swelling with desire… festering with passion, as it’s slowly brought to a boil

over lust’s licking flames,

stoked by insatiable hunger.

A thought… leading the body in hell born pursuit… of appetite’s need,

nerves pulsing in pleasure filled desire, seeking to worship

at gratification’s altar.

A thought… exploding in completion…

dying of spent release, on the altar’s cold stone, as orgasm

becomes one with obsession…

A thought… random… fleeting… unbidden,

leaping from cell to cell, in a tantalizing dance

of what’s to follow…

Chapter One

I see her standing by the stacks in the old library. I’m surprised to see that she actually showed up. I usually don’t arrange dates this way. But I was obsessed. I watched her every day for two weeks. She was doing research, and so was I; though after two weeks I confess I was doing more research on her than on my American Poets thesis.

My obsessions drive me to such things. In a mad impulse I finally peeked in the front of her opened notebook when she was off to the bathroom. I was looking for a name, maybe a phone number. That was three days ago. That night, I called her.

“Yeah sure, I remember you,” she said, when I described myself. “You’re the one with the

gigantic blue eyes and the soft blonde hair. You were sitting at my table.”

I’m excited that she remembered me at all. I feel so stupid, flustered like some school kid. I’ve never felt quite this way about a woman. I knew I liked women, but never like this, never with an obsession that made me follow her around, steal her name from her notebook, and find out where she lives and with whom (no one, I was glad to discover). Would she still be meeting me if she knew to what lengths I’d gone to feel close to her? My God, I was certain that if I didn’t have some consummation to this heated insanity, I’d soon be stalking her nightly, peeking in her window, stealing flowers from her flower bedecked porch.

Seeing her now in front of the stacks, perusing some enormous art book that looks too big for her, I’m tingling all over, especially between my legs. That place gives me away, it leads me running around after phantom lovers like a child with a first crush. But Peach is no phantom.

I call her Peach when I see her dressed in this peach colored tee-shirt dress. It’s nearly ankle length, but she might as well be wearing nothing the way her body seems to climb out on top of it. Her ass, which is turned to me, is one of the pert round kinds. I see the hint of her cleft as an indentation in the material. I know when she turns around, that her pendulous breasts will be pressed against the fabric erotically, her tiny nipples poking through the cloth. I know this because other tee shirts I’ve seen on her do the same.

“Good evening,” I say, trying not to scare her. Approaching people from behind can be risky, so I take it slowly.

She doesn’t miss a beat, turning around as if she knows I’m there all along. Exactly what I want, a smile is beaming on her face, her bright cheeks glowing. And yes, there are her breasts with the conforming fabric of her dress showing off the subtle curves and her nipples.

“Cassidy,” she says, in a voice that floats to my ears like Mozart. She gives off warmth like perfume. I can smell her scent, a fresh scrubbed soapy scent, kissed with the trace of some sweet hand cream. It’s been hot, so there’s a musky sweaty fragrance too, on her skin and mine.

“Hey, Peach, I’m glad you came,” I reply.

She doesn’t balk, not even when I call her Peach. Her name is Samantha Clarisse Sykes. It’s much too much a name for her, she’s much more simple than that.

“I liked your invitation,” she says.

“Not too bold?” I ask.

“Honest,” she replies, “telling me you’ve been having erotic thoughts of me, I know that’s a

bold thing for you to say. You’re really very shy, aren’t you?”

I giggle a little.

She takes my hand and pulls me deeper into the stacks. We wind our way into the maze of tall metal shelves, into the bowels of this ancient place, searching for some privacy.

She touches my breasts first. Her hand is like a feather. I’m shivering. I can feel her touch in the top of my head underneath my hair, and at my shoulders, they’re trembling, and of course, between my legs. But it’s not enough that it’s there, it’s everywhere that shivers.

I lean forward, instinct leading me, and touch her offered lips with mine.

“Ooooo, I am in love,” she says.

I can’t believe that she’s saying this to me. How can she love me when we’ve just met? Then, how can I love her when I don’t even know her? Has she been feeling anything that I’ve felt, can I be that lucky?

She kisses back, and then there are a dozen more little kisses, while she leans into my body, pressing herself against me and fondling me more.

I think I’m going to swoon, until she laughs that lilting, approving laugh. She seems to know my trepidation and my joy, and tries to put me at ease with her hands. They are all over me. One hand breaches the bottom of my shirt, lifting it so she can fondle skin to skin.

“I don’t understand this, Peach, why I love you like this,” I tell her. I figure I need some kind of explanation.

“Shush,” she puts a finger to my mouth and smiles. We kiss again. And I take liberties with her body. My hands were poised for minutes, then finally after she shushes me I have the courage to touch her, really touch her.

We’re leaning against the stacks of books: the tall, fat, musty medical library where no one ever goes. I’m glad we have this privacy, because she feels free to raise my shirt enough to view my breasts with her eyes, not just her hands.

“You have such creamy white skin,” she says.

I want to tell her, I find her dark tanned skin perfection, my blonde skin always seems uneven and flawed.

She presses her mouth into my breasts and kisses them all over. She sucks the soft flesh.

Sucks hard, so I know that there will be a hickey there when she’s done. I couldn’t ask for more.

My hands reach around her so I can find her ass, that perky round one, with the melon globes of tight flesh that lightly bounce against the dress.

When I squeeze the cheeks, I can feel her thighs tense, her breath becoming short and excited. Pulling up on the dress, I want to feel the soft skin underneath.

We’re wrapped together, pressed tightly. Her hands rove at will. Mine do the same. We’re both wet like rivers between our legs. We’re feeling each other in the center, where undiscovered clits become discovered, and once virgin holes become places to violate again.

“Cassidy, right there,” she instructs me, as my hands find her special spot. I drop to my knees, I want to see it, tongue it, watch it burst. Her cunt is dark, a silky bush of hair covers plump brown labia. I spread the hair and the lips to find her clitoris. It’s become a hard throbbing finger.

It only takes a few gentle sweeps of my tongue to discover what she likes best, what makes her throw her head back in a passionate stupor. She grabs my hair to keep her balance. So easily she could tumble to the floor, but I keep her stable. I want her to remember only that this was the most exquisite orgasm she’s ever had.

Her cries are nearly inaudible, but to me they are like an ocean roaring with waves of fervent bliss that crash at my ears.

She claws my hair. She tenses.

I work faster with my tongue against her clitoris, my fingers passing through her hole to bring her twin pleasures. Her channel around my fingers squeezes them tightly, a spasm of orgasm and then another. They seem to be rippling through her, one after another in an unending stream. My hands and face are covered with her juices. They taste salty and sweet, that fragrant musk of sweat, makes my own cunt ready.

When it’s over, she slips down against the shelf of books, till she’s on the floor beside me. Her legs are open, her cunt exposed. She almost looks as  if she’s airing out. The sweet contentment written on her face is lustful, peace filled pure. If this is all she ever gives me, it is enough. I couldn’t want anything more than to see the love obsession of my life this happily satisfied.

She opens her eyes. There’s a cute smile on her face.

“You don’t think you’re getting away from me, you slut,” she says. No one has ever called me ‘slut’. I like the name.

She reaches in and begins to paw my thighs, though they’re covered in denim; I admit I wasn’t as well prepared as she.

“Here? A little risky, isn’t it?” I say.

“Hey, you little tramp, I took the risk and so shall you, even if you do get caught with your pants down.” She’s adamant, unbuttoning the waist and unzipping the zipper, and then pulling firmly on my jeans until they are at my ankles. She leans over, lays me down and begins to plant her mouth on my needy clit. She goes straight for the center where the best feelings reside.

She licks with a gentle, but experienced tongue.

It won’t take long, and it doesn’t.

With her hands climbing all over my thighs and reaching inside my shirt to my tits, she brings me off, raises me up, tears me in two. My entire body is gasping, letting go, struggling to let free all three weeks’ worth of piled up lust.

I’m afraid I’m too loud, but for at least twenty seconds, I couldn’t give a damn who hears.

We both collapse in an abbreviated hug, her head to my belly, until I become too scared of being so exposed in a public building.

“You don’t mind my calling you Peach?” I ask.

“I like it. Almost as much as I like you,” she says. “This was a good idea you had,” she continues.

This is where I’m most afraid. What if it’s only been a lark for her and nothing more? God,

please, I promise to be good, if you don’t make that so, I pray silently. “I want to see you again,” I tell her.

“God, I hope so,” she replies, “but can we do it someplace besides this library, my God this floor is too hard!”

We pick each other up laughing, and walk out arm in arm.

That is, after I’m zipped and buttoned again.

Illustrated Femdom Fiction


Kurt Steiner's classic tale of femdom fiction"The Inferior", is the first Femdom Cave title to receive the Virmatra Scala treatment and have its action illustrated.

Beneath the talented pen of Ms Scala, a femdom classic, with all the physical and psychological frissons we've come to expect from a work of femdom fiction from Kurt Steiner, is brought to life even more vividly as Virmatra's imagery is supplied to a text already brimming with sexually perverse and erotic subcontinent life.

Imagery that will make the text worth revisiting for those who have already had the pleasure, and an absolute thrill for those yet to experience Kurt's tale of a divorced and  failing English writer who takes on a young Indian housekeeper to run his recently inherited Cornwall home.

A young Indian housekeeper whose surface submissiveness and ultra-efficient domestic skills and manner hide a deeply controlling individual who, along with an older internet mentor from her home town of Kolkata, sets about destroying her employers self-respect and dignity until his very masculinity itself is at her mercy.

A destruction that will ensure he is soon ripe to become...

"The Inferior".

A Classic of femdom fiction.



Desperate Housewives and Dominated Husbands

Enslaved Husband : Empowered Housewife - Melanie Sanders, Rebecca Sharp - FemdomcaveDesperate housewives and thoroughly dominated husbands are the subjects of the new, two-books-in-one-volume collection, "Enslaved Husband - Empowered Housewife".

Cuckold husbands and wifely domination are the theme, and much else the male of the species finds discomfiting, of a collection guaranteed to both horrify and thrill.

This volume contains “Into My Web” by Melanie Sanders, and the first novel from Rebecca Sharp, “Husband in Name Only”.



“Venus Descends” by Sandrine Bessancort

We welcome a talented new addition to the list of Femdom Cave writers this week as Sandrine Bessancort gives us her female-dominant take on some of the great stories from the past.

The first two tales in Ms Bessancort's female-dominant revisiting of classic tales from antiquity are now together in volume-one of a femdom ebook we hope will be the first of many

Adapted through the lens of a female dominant perspective, "The Horla" is the first tale to be given a femdom makeover.

Horror, mind control and female depravity, is the order of the day as Ms Bessancort lends her talented pen to the re-telling of Monsieur de Maupassant's famous and oft dramatized story of a handsome and well-to-do man who finds himself under the control of an invasive presence capable of overriding his will.


"The Parasite Revisited" is the second tale to be given the Ms Bessancort treatment as Conan Doyle's classic story of possession and domination undergoes a makeover from a female-led viewpoint via the gifted pen of the Cave's new author and goes further in its depiction of human perversion than the creator of Holmes & Watson and the master of the macabre himself could ever have imagined.


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Brutal Femdom Fantasy from the Pen of Patrick Richards

The punishment handed out to a hot-shot Wall-Street commodities dealer, this after he embezzles money he is laundering for a drugs-baron from Central America, is amongst the most graphic and enduring to be depicted in tales of brutal femdom fantasy and fiction.

And the women to whom the former hot-shot is given as property certainly rate amongst the most cruel of dominas ever to be depicted in words.

This book contains: non-consensual slaverycbt, and forced oral sex.

Among other torments.

Brutal femdom fantasy of the most outlandish kind!

You have been warned! 


Female Domination From Miss Irene Clearmont

With familiar characters (including herself) from her massively popular novel of female domination and wicked perversity, “Dark Widow”, Miss Irene Clearmont gives us another fascinating insight into the lives of those for whom morality plays no part.

And have wealth colossal enough, and contacts powerful enough, to ensure the opposite side of the coin is given full rein and their immorality is indulged.

Wealth, influence and “immorality” that explains the existence of the “Service Academy” and those poor wretches – male and female – hapless enough to be consigned to it for… re-conditioning.

“Re-conditioning” for a new world of female domination.


Lesbian Femdom and Males in Slavery

Lesbian femdom and males in slavery are the themes of these three re-published novels from Pink Flamingo.

First up is ‘Compliance’ with its intertwining stories of two commanding women – one a fully-fledged tamer of men, the other a very enthusiastic neophyte when it comes to the placing of males in slavery.

The above a happy combination for young beautician Frankie when, not knowing the profession of her new acquaintances, she describes her boyfriend troubles and gets a lesson on how to take control of a man.

A lesson that neither she nor her boyfriend – especially her boyfriend – will ever forget.

How could he, when his particular “lesson” includes the use upon him of branding, orgasm denial and various chastity devices?


elenas travails - Nigel McParr - Pink Flamingo

Eighteen-year-old Eighteen year old, high school dropout Elena is homeless. She places a desperate call to Nadia, a longtime friend who babysat her years ago. The timing is perfect. Nadia’s husband, Victor, wants to lure a buxom young woman into their home to train and conquer and he asks the dominant Nadia to educate their new house-guest into obedience and make the innocent young woman his/her plaything.

It is a favour his wife is only too pleased to perform as it enables her to indulge her passion for lesbian femdom and also include her husband in the enslavement process as she sets about transforming the innocent young woman into the most loyal and obedient of household chattels.



A Womans Servant - Chris Bellows - Pink FlamingoAccording to Chris Bellows, a woman of authority and quality should be served and tended to in order to satisfy her every wish and command, and the following tale does NOT contradict these beliefs

In the very near future, a dominant nurse at a correction facility for males decides she should acquire a manservant to meet her somewhat demanding domestic needs and,  in so doing, finds her need to govern extends well beyond the Institute walls.

As with all Chris Bellows novels, this book is not for the timid, first-timer to Female Domination and his tales of males in slavery will have you feeling every snip, every slit and every, single ounce of pain the poor servant is put through in order to make him the utterly compliant and obedient factotum his new employer wishes him to be.




Clare Penne’s Femdom and Transgender Fiction

A Property Baroness - Clare Penne - Femdom CaveThe author of the massively popular "My Passage to Womanhood" saga is back with another amazing piece of femdom and transgender fiction

In "A Property Baroness" the life of a man, wealthy in his own right, is changed beyond his wildest dreams when he meets an even wealthier and dominant woman with very specific requirements when it comes to her sexual partners.

Specific and utterly unrelenting.

Despite his instincts, he will soon be on his knees for the woman in possession of these requirements.

As well as others.

Clare Penne returns with yet another tale of transgender fiction that is also one man’s journey into the world of female domination over the male.




“Penance Corporation of America” – Book-Three

The second book in Chris Bellows'  tale of corporate America out of control is available now.

It's not only men who are grist for the Penance Corporations profit-making mill in the neo-fascist world of a not-too-far distant US.

As an unscrupulous former prosecutor and tormentor of men is finding to her cost.

Cruelly dominant former federal prosecutor, Antoinette De La Corte is being secretly held within the walls of the Penance Corporation. Masked, pierced, forcibly fattened and impregnated, the once physically  is subjected to unusual interrogations by Judge Patricia Wilmot, who desperately needs to gain control over Antoinette's future and that of her child. Control that can only be had via the signature of her fellow judge, William Dennison.

But "Willie" is a former victim of Antoinette's  and there are recordings to prove it - recordings that will destroy his life were they ever to surface.

Forced chastity, CBT, feminization,  and humiliation, make this another provocative read from the pen of Chris Bellows.


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Cuckold Fiction From Femdom Cave

The Cuckold Collection - Volume Two - Olivia M. Ravensworth - Femdomcave

“The Cuckold Collection” is back with volume-two of Femdom Cave's great value cuckold fiction series.

For the first time in one volume, the Cave presents all three books of Olivia M. Ravensworth’s cuckold fiction and femdom classic, “Alyssa’s Needs”

A husband is about to be told he isn’t enough to satisfy his young wife’s desires and is given an ultimatum by her that swiftly becomes a battle of wills.

A contest that will have one obvious winner.

The ultimatum being?

No sex until he capitulates and becomes both her cuckold and her servant.

His fall will be swift.


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The feminized servant of Nurse Cummings returns for a second semester and, in being quickly re immersed in servitude, her ‘education’ progresses. With maid service perfected, the serving girly boy of Nurse Cummings learns to offer her charms to all, despite her disdain...despite her reluctance.
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