Dom Sub Stories Novels & Stories

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on his lips, sweet and intoxicating. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, teasing him. She reached down, her fingers finding the cock ring, and slowly, deliberately, she loosened it. The sub gasped, his body convulsing as the blood rushed back to his cock, his orgasm building, his body coiling tight. "Cum for me, my pet," Domica commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Cum for me now." And he did, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed, his cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Domica watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her body sated and content. She reached down, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, feeling his body tremble beneath

'' I lied. “I think he will tell you soon, as soon as he does quickly accept, don't even think about it.'' She advised. I grumbled and picked up another glass. "Are you even listening? Because from what I heard, I realized DOM Eli and DOM Tim are the richest DOMs in this club, that's why so many submissive are dying to be a sub to them, but they don't have a permanent sub". “What's a permanent sub”. I asked, confused. “You don't know what a permanent sub is?'' She asked in disbelief.

Not tonight. The second DOM, a man with a scar running down the side of his face, had his submissive bent over the arm of a leather sofa. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. He ran his hand over her ass, caressing it almost tenderly before raising his arm and bringing his hand down in a sharp smack that echoed through the room. The submissive gasped, but her sound of pain was quickly drowned out by the DOM’s low, approving growl. He spread her legs wider, positioning himself behind her as he roughly entered her, thrusting with a primal intensity that made her cry out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa for support.

I made it home and went straight to my room, my parents were both human, my dad died when I was ten in a car accident and my mother is a retailer, she was the Dom of their relationship, and seeing her only daughter a sub is a big disappointment for her. In a month time, I'll be tested, then they'll choose what kind of institutions to send me to, they are all Dom/Sub school like an institution, I'll still learn math, English, and this academic stuff but add to that I'll take subs classes, and I'll have an appointed dom. The doms chose who they want, anyone that's left gets appointed a substitute Dom till the next batch of sub and doms arrives. You can reject a Dom well if you are brave enough

Rhett says as he wraps an arm around my waist. I’m still letting it sink in when we arrive at Dominic’s place. Dominic is wearing nothing but loose slacks and smiles before kissing each of us. His kiss is lingering and full of passion. “I don’t usually work with women, not that I don’t appreciate their bodies. I do, very much, but I have preferences for who I dom. I will fuck a woman but not usually enter into a dom/sub relationship or any at all with one. Just like Gabriel is making exceptions, so am I. I love Gabriel and Rhett, not as deeply as they love one another, but you will learn their love is an exceptionally deep one, the rest of us just to ride in it;s wake and take the love they

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to tell you a story." Mr. Whitmore's eyebrows rose. "A story? Mrs. Romano, we came here for a presentation on pharmaceutical data, not—" I held up my hand. "Give me five minutes. If you're not interested after that, I'll step aside." He exchanged glances with the other investors, then shrugged. "Five minutes." I walked to the center of the room, away from the broken technology and the wrong samples. Away from Maria's calculating gaze. "Two years ago, my younger brother fell from a building." I paused, letting the words settle. "He's been in a coma ever since. A vegetative state. The doctors say his brain suffered severe trauma."

I have grazes on my knuckles and the pain from it is half the pain I feel in me right now. I take the car out and go to a bar downtown. Sicily is cool, and I love how everyone can have a booth of their own and just enjoy themselves in case you don't want to have a direct contact with another person. As I grab my phone, I log into the last searches on the email I have that London uses. And there it is, the website she used to go into the BDSM club house. The things I see there are what I already know would happen. I am a dom, but exposing my sub to such lifestyle in a broad sphere is risky because there are few subs and the men are ready to take on my woman in just a blink of an eye.

“Three.” “I’m your dom. That means your problems are mine. I handle them,” he snaps. SLAP. I feel like he’s going to slice me open. “Four,” I whisper. “What would you have done? High-fived him? Slapped his wrist?” SLAP. So brutal, my entire body jerks. ”Five. Fuck.” “You’re MY sub, Dani. No other dom touches you.” SLAP. ”Six.” I let out a shaky breath. ”Henry will always try to touch me.”

“Damn, okay, I see why she keeps rejecting my offer, but there are couple activities, you know, there is the claiming ritual.” “Claiming?” “Oh right, you asked me a question before, ‘subs’, was it? Subs are submissives, people who like to give up control to someone else. Sometimes, it's sexual; sometimes, it's not; this time, however, it is most definitely sexual. Anyway, claiming is where a ‘dom’, in this case, dominant, a submissive’s master, claims a submissive as her own in a room full of their most favoured sex partners or exes. This is for locals, though, because most locals know who dates who; I don’t know if you’d make the cut as Lizzy’s submissive, but-”