Desires Of Submission Novels & Stories

With an excitement born of submission itself. They do not violate me. They celebrate me. Like a willing idol. Their hands, their mouths, their whispers are a litany that seals the pact far deeper than money or threat could ever do. And at the height of this storm they orchestrate, as I surrender to the wave of sensations, I realize the extent of my defeat. They have not broken my body. They have conquered my desire. They have made my own libido the link that binds me to them. Later, lying between them, exhausted, defeated, fulfilled, I bring a hand to the collar around my neck. The black diamond is cold under my fingers.

You are the sadistic one here who derives pleasure in my pain. "It is as painful for me as it is for you" he spoke softly "I want to end all this, I want to keep you with me, the way I always desired" he paused for a second and drew a deep breath "... but all I want from you is submission" he said in a soft tone. Submission? That word held no place in my vocabulary, no room in my shattered psyche. I know really well what he means by submission! He will reduce me to nothing more than an object to his pleasure, moving me around on his whim which I won't let happen.

She exhaled and shivered, the temperature in the room was unbearable and her hands shook. “Am cold Draven.” She whimpered. “What are the rules a sub must put up with?” He asked again. “You must be completely trustworthy and honest with your Dominant. You must give your Dominant your absolute loyalty. You must at all times be respectful of your Dominant, their rules and their wishes.” She replied with a shaky voice. “Are you abiding by that?” “No.” She muttered and lifted her shaky hands, she wrapped it around herself to feel a little bit warm.

"This is what men want. Submission. And they will fall at the feet of whoever can give it to them." She stares back at me, annoyed, confused and disoriented, her eyes narrowing like she's just figuring out that I had kissed her just to buttress a point. She definitely feels used- it shines in her eyes- but she hides it well- her embarrassment; her outrage. "You haven't fallen at my feet yet." "You haven't submitted yet, Thirteen," I return. "Not really. I tasted sweet surrender on your lips, but every other part of you fights me like I'm your menace. Submission is done willingly."

I managed to reply, my voice trembling with desire. "And I will always give you what you need, as long as you obey me." His words sank in, and I understood what he wanted. My complete submission. In that moment, I was willing to promise him almost anything if it meant I could finally find release. "Do you understand?" he asked, his voice barely audible. "Yes." "Yes?" "Yes, sir," I responded, the words flowing easily from my lips, even as a part of me despised myself for uttering them. This was not what I had expected. This was not the life I had envisioned.

No one. I wet my lips with a slow lick, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled slowly, centering myself on what was about to unfold. The desire to obey him, to relinquish control, surged within me, overriding any reservations I had. I craved this surrender, yearned for the freedom that came with yielding to his command. It was time to let go and embrace the intoxicating dance of submission. "Please take control of me, my lord," I whispered, my voice laced with a mixture of submission and anticipation. The words hung in the air, carrying with them the weight of my surrender.

I quickly clasped my arms behind my back and obediently waited for the next instruction, knees spread wide. “I know you want me to play with you, slut. You look almost desperate for it. You offer me your slutty tits, even though you know you mean nothing to me. Isn’t that right, slut?” she asked. Though it wasn’t entirely true, she wanted to see if I would submit without expectation. “Yes, Ma’am,” I responded. “I’ve been thinking about you talking to me this way. I’ve been fantasizing about serving you. I’m offering you everything. I want to give myself to you if it pleases you, Ma’am.”

"Submit to me, surrender to our connection. Let me consume you, body and soul." Gracie's heart pounded in her chest as she surrendered to my dominance. She embraced the duality of our connection, reveling in the power I willed over her. The heat of my breath against her skin sent waves of pleasure through her body, igniting a fire deep within. As our bodies intertwined, we became one, a tempest of desire and ecstasy. My primal instincts took over, my movements powerful and possessive. Gracie surrendered herself willingly, her body responding to my every touch and caress.

Section Three: Submissive’s pledge I will do my best to serve my Mister. I will work hard to correct any insecurities or inhibitions that interfere with my capability to serve him. I will grow as a person. I will maintain honest and open communication. I will reveal my thoughts, feelings, and desires without fear of judgment or embarrassment. I will bring him any wants and perceived needs of mine. I will not hold past mistakes against him. I will always trust him. My surrender as a submissive is done with the knowledge that nothing asked of me will demean me as a person and in no way diminish my own responsibilities toward making the utmost use of my potential.

Calytrix, heeding his order, now had her elbows placed on the desk, palms equally resting and facing forward. Her upper body was arched, her perky, exposed butt in the air, pleading for something sensual. By his order, she parted her legs, arching her body even more so he could see her cunt and arse properly. Waves of disquietude and uncertainty washed over her. Gloom-ridden thoughts already encamped in her head, not planning to leave any time soon.