Dom Sub Story Novels & Stories

"Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught." Devon shifted and said. "The ideal candidate would have sufficient submissive traits, most probably discovered by self searching, or experimentation with sexual mates. We could seek out several of these, train them up, and then assist them in finding more permanent masters, for a small fee of course." "Honestly Devon, I like

I’ve been too down in the dumps to party, really, and anytime I need some cheering up, I go to Dominic. I guess this collaboration turned out to be alright in the end. Sure, he’s bossy and a dom, but sometimes that’s what I need to distract myself. A part of me felt disgusting over the fact that I secretly liked being submissive, but only in the sexual way, all other ways I am in control.

The Dom nodded to Ben so he tipped his head in return. There was a heavy set woman dressed completely in black leather who had another slimmer woman wearing minimal leather garments and a leash. Their blue and red rings were evident. Ben caught the cruel smile on the Dom's face as she yanked her sub closer to pinch the woman's nipple. The slim woman squealed and whimpered but the way she bit her lip afterwards gave away her true feelings.

he says with disgust, he knows I'm in a gay relationship with Hunter. "My mate is fine, so I saw that you've been too close to my personal helpers," I say talking in general, he's been friendly with both Mia and Alec since they joined us. This company has been going for a long while but under an alias name, and now we get to be out and proud, D&L company, Dom and Little company, a company based on finding humans mates and partners to the dominant vampires. "Silas doesn't mind that I'm close to his subs, and Angel doesn't have an owner yet," he says knowing too well what I mean.

And with every new town and fleabag hotel, I could feel my spirit sapping away a little bit more. It had nothing to do with my escort. Domino, for all his grumpy outer shell, was a funny guy. Intelligent and witty. An ex-military guy who had found a home with the Savage Sons. After the first day, he had put me at ease. Whether Monster had told him what had happened to me or whether it was just his natural personality, I didn’t know, but Domino made me feel at ease. “Uh huh?” His eyes flicked towards me and then he went back to watching the TV show he had put on.

Dominic replied, “let’s break this down. Honestly, I am becoming more sympathetic toward humans. My daughter is human, I’ve employed a human to care for her, and I even dated a human, though that really didn’t go well.” Adam just listened.

That tells a Dom you trust his weight. I leaned my head against the headboard, absorbing their words. It was fascinating to hear them break down the lifestyle so casually. It was a language of micro-movements. A language that Damian spoke fluently, even if I was just now learning the alphabet. BEVERLY: What about the psychological side of it? When he caught me that night, the air in that room felt heavy, almost suffocating. Is it always that intense? KITTEN_HEELS: Yes and no. The intensity is real, but in a healthy dynamic, that heaviness is actually a safe blanket. It is called subspace when you drop into it. You hand over the keys to your brain, and the Dom carries all the stress for you.

“All right, see you later.” Dom closed the phone and sat down at the table. The endless leads so far had gotten them nothing. There had been plenty of arrests, but the one he wanted more than anything else just kept eluding him. He flipped through surveillance photos of all known associations and scowled at them. “Where are you, you slimy son of a bitch?” The hair on the back of his neck stood on end again. Turning toward the front room again, he studied the curtains. ~

I'm a genius but I'm not familiar with the term. "Your personality, traits, work, habits, memories, and childhood. They all classify you as a submissive, who's a little. I'm programmed to match your needs, for that I'm your daddy dom, some littles prefer to call their caregivers daddy. Your little age is still unidentified" the bot explains making me dizzy. "Now what?" I ask not knowing where to go from here, the bot just smiled and told me I should sleep, for once we agree, I do need to sleep, sleep helps me to think when I'm learning something new.

He lifted my chin to meet his eyes. "I broke our bridge, Gorgeous, but I'm gonna build us a new one." Domenic said as someone knocked on the door and I jumped off the table. "Everybody alive in there?" Summer asked. "Yes, Summer come in." I said as I fixed my hair and straightened my dress. "Will I stay alive if I enter?" She asked as she popped her head throe the door. "Why wouldn't you? I asked confused. "Because I didn't tell you this was Domenic's new club." She said cheerfully. This club was his, That's why this was here. This is his office. I say to myself as my fingers tighten around the frame.