Dom Sub Stories Novels & Stories

"It's big and looks extra comfy. Perfect for forcing erring little bitches who don't know their place into submission." By the moon! Daciana's face heated up with a blush as she snarled. "You pervert! I wouldn't be caught dead having anything sexual to do with you three." Axel scoffed, folding his arms in front of his chest and leaning disturbingly close to her ears. "Oh, but you're our mate, aren't you? And it will be your duty as our mate to... Service us in bed. I'm curious to see if an Omega will have any moves different from a normal wolf."

Instead, their dialogue shifts entirely to the historic war sagas Jone reviews for the Moonfang Scribes, with Michael dissecting every strategic battle scene before recreating the intense physical dominance in their mating bed later that week. "The warrior in the current script purchased the entire sector of land the omega was hunting upon when the rival pack threatened exile," Jone explains, his silver eyes flashing with excitement as he tears into the meat. "So now the omega retains his hunting rights, completely unaware his fated mate owns the soil beneath his paws."

The way he moved was disarming in its speed and force. “Blood spilled down his face and soaked into his clothes, but that didn’t stop him. He broke one guy’s arm, bashed some ribs of another, but Roman ran away. Once he was done and the four guys were on the ground, Dom blacked out. He didn’t return to school for weeks, and when he did, he wasn’t the same.”

He grabbed my chin and said, "I'll hurt you and ruin you. I'm a fucked up man who was turned on when you were on your kness with tears running down your face as you begged me to spare your father's life." I didn't hesitate to get on my knees. "I submit to you Milomir Petrov. I want you to ruin me. I want to be yours and surrender my body to you." "Are you sure? There is no turning back. Once I say you're mine then you're mine. Forever." I nodded my head. "I want to be yours." " Are you aware of the Dom and Sub relationship?" "Just a little…" "It treads a thin line between pain and pleasure but don't worry, I'll show you. Will you give me control of your body, mind and soul?"

“However, I am about to question him.. so you can watch.” I grin internally. I know it isn’t allowed either, but he is bending his back to help me. It means one thing. He will ask me a favor sometime soon. The officer gets inside the question room while I sit on a desk to watch the conversation unfold. As I am listening to the officer and the suspect talk, my phone vibrates and I see an email from Dom’s club. I click it open and read the subject: ‘An auction for subs.’ It’s been a while since they had one. Fun brief event where new subs are sold like live-stock in the name of charity. Many times, new girls decide to stay or bond with the Doms who buy them for a month.

"You got it wrong, didn't you, bunny? " Zachary asked, capturing my gaze with the sincerity of his question. "In a Dom/Sub relationship, there is not only a scenario based on beatings, pinching, pins inserted under the skin, or abuse. The Sub does not obey his Gift because he feels inferior or oppressed in some way, on the contrary, the protection and security that his owner offers him is enough to fulfill an order without realizing his origin. This is the part of trust. "I felt the heat slip to the base of my spine when he moved the glass away from my hands, holding them between his calloused and hot palms. I hadn't realized how much the drink had frozen my fingers. "Attractation is what ke

NewGRL549: Then why? DomMPF: Because although I’m considered vanilla in this realm, I’m still not mainstream enough for regular women. Most women don’t like to be cuffed or tied up and some get offended if it is even suggested, which is fine, but makes it hard to find a partner outside of the lifestyle. Some people look at the D/s relationship as something abusive, and the Dom is trying to take away all the choices of the sub. But in a good D/s relationship, one that is fulfilling for both partners, it’s nothing like that.

I said, a small smile tugging on my lips. “I need a room in your club on Saturday.” The words left my lips, causing a sharp intake of breath to rattle into the speaker, “No way. You…” “Uh-huh,” I said, answering her unsaid question, “No wonder why Felicia has been losing her shIt. You finally found a Sub. After years of being out of the game.” I could hear shock, and excitement ringing in her laughter. Francesca was Dom, and we met in my early 20’s at the BDSM club. Two masters, together and fuckin’ subs to oblivion, we instantly clicked.

Krystal, who had been drinking water absentmindedly, almost choked when she heard Dom's name. "You're Dom Livingston?" She blinked, finding it hard to believe. "You're the Dom who went on blind dates, added girls on F******k or Line, and deleted them within two hours?" Dom nodded irritably. ***

Making subs have a plug in for hours without get a release was always a form of punishment Doms gave their subs for disobedience but this man had plugged himself, endured a bumpy road and even without a cock cage had managed not to release. To say I was impressed would be an understatement I had never wanted to collar a man this bad in my life, in fact I had undergone the dom training because I had that it helped with displine and control. Very unconventional, I know but it was just on impulse and after enjoy the first class I had gone back for more till I had gotten the necessary qualifications.