Dom Sub Stories Novels & Stories

“If you have to ask that after last night, I’d be happy to demonstrate again.” With a frown, she lands a mock punch on my shoulder. “I meant Doms in general. Does the sub having clothes put them on too level a playing field?” “Not exactly. It’s that subs are often feeling their most vulnerable and open when they’re naked. It’s a natural state, but for most of our lives, we’re told that it’s not. The Dom’s job, in part, is to strip off the artifice to get to the real person underneath. So in that way, clothes are symbolic. And subs are less likely to put on a front with nothing to hide behind.”

'You can just ask and I'll gladly help,' He said, hinting towards the book. 'Okay fine. What page is that?' I asked helplessly. Adam came towards me and sat close to me. He opened the book right to the middle and gave it to me. The title read 'The Dom and the Sub'. 'Who is the Dom and who is the Sub?' I asked curiously.

"You understand that my dominance hinges on your willingness to submit, correct? If you're unwilling, I'm powerless. This might result in your dismissal—swiftly executed, as I've done before." "Yes, sir. I've engaged in intense and enduring D/s relationships in the past." "And why did those relationships end?" "He desired another sub in his kennel, Sir, and, to be honest, I'm possessive when it comes to my owner." I refrained from complaint. After many years, authentic submissives hailing from the BDSM realm were a rare find. Most clung to stereotypical notions of a Dominator, viewing it as yet another avenue to lean on a man and reap material benefits through legal battles. It's precisely w

MY REBOUND DOMINEERING HUSBAND Chapter 1. Joel Richard Osteen, that's his name! The only name that makes everyone around him tremble. Even the sound of his black shiny Nike air mag shoe can make anyone just pee on their pants. The look on his face when he is angry would make anyone wish that the ground should just open and swallow him up. What about the numerous times he yells? It's a different case entirely cos he sounds just like a beast ready to devour it's prey.

she grins with a faraway look as if remembering her friend. "You're a sub too?" "Mhm, it's so fun." I nod, neither agreeing nor denying that it might be fun or not because I know next to nothing about it besides the fictional books that depict huge amounts of orgasms and needy women who lap up men's attention. "Let's go shopping; I know exactly what Sebastian likes. We'll have him like putty in your hands." "I don't need him to buy me things," I hesitate. "Nonsense, that's precisely what our Dom's do. They provide, and in return, we submit on our knees and allow them to use our bodies for their sexual pleasure."

With my lips so close to hers, I explained slowly. “I am a dom, Ms. Cane I go by many names: top, dominator, master, when mixing d/s- that is domination and submission. With master/slave relations I prefer to be called ‘Sir’ by my subs. My job as a dom is to ensure my sub is pleased… at my leisure and preference, of course. I use my little room, the room you invaded, to my advantage. It comes equipped with toys of all sorts that I like to play with. My sub, a willing woman, is the best toy of all inside those walls.”

I say and he sighs. "I guess it's a Dom drop," he says as he looks up at me. "What is that?" "Well during a scene both of us feel a high because of hormones. But after the scene the hormones can drop too low and cause a sub or Dom drop. It can be wanting to be cuddled, or wanting more space, or for doms it can be guilt about the scene. I don't usually feel it but it's the first scene I've done for a while," he says and I frown.

Eventually with one drawn out groan he emptied himself into the condom and I sighed in relief. "Wow." I whispered in a daze still trying to come off my high. My lips tilted up into a smile. I was right - Dominic was definitely a good fuck.

A Dom was tying up his sub to an x like cross causing the sub to be spread eagle. She was a petite little thing so, at first, her feet barely touched the floor. I noticed her Master redid the restrains until she was flat-footed. He pulled them tight, and I noticed how her breathing picked up when she tried to move and couldn't.

Lucas went to Domus Malum and searched for his clients’ application. He knew his Father will come at the weak ones, just like what he did to Mrs. Hathaway, but he was also torn thinking that his Father might come at those evil-spirited and use them against him or to other people.