Dom Submissive Novels & Stories

I explained as simply as I could: "It's about wanting to worship the man who makes me cum and keeps me turned on like no one else on earth - and about me liking being the submissive woman. That's all, really.” I said to Jonny, "I like being dominated as much as most women enjoy being on their backs and fucked hard by their boyfriends - it's about taking joy in being the receiver." "I think you may have to receive some more from me tomorrow.” he told me, "And this time, you will be calling me Master. I'm going to dominate you properly."

“Tell me the rules you read on the site where you filled the form.” Anna gulped as she remembered the rules. Inhaling a deep breath, she started to speak. “Firstly, the sub can’t call the dom by his name. She should address him as ‘sir’ or anything that dom prefers. Then, the sub has to dress up according to her dom’s choice, also she can’t wear anything, if dom doesn’t allow her to.” She stopped to breathe while he kept staring at her intensely, waiting for her to continue. “The sub will complete any tasks given by the dom without any argument. After that the sub can’t touch or pleasure herself until or unless the dom permits her. That’s all I can remember.” Will smirked. “I always knew yo

I said. He followed me across to the water cooler. “What are you thinking?” “Travis is good. And I didn’t realise the sub would have so much input.” “Don’t believe all you read online,” he chided. “It’s the submissive who holds all the power. She just gives her dominant permission to use her in the ways which give pleasure to them both.” Now I knew he was lying. That hadn’t been my experience. “Pleasure, not pain?” “Sometimes one leads to the other,” he said.

"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

He ordered. Biting my lower lip, I obeyed what he said. Few slaps on my butt landed before Adam roughly entered me again. “Is it good?” He whispered while thrusting in and out. Slowly, I nodded and spoke. “Y-Yes. Y-Yes, daddy!” Another spank landed on my butt. “Ahh, f-ck. My sub.” I thought in just one orgasm, both of us will stop. But the contrary happened. My body felt tired as my p-ssy is already swollen. Even me is still gasping for air to breathe in and out.

A sub-Dom relationship. One between us both. I looked back at Damien and for a brief moment, I wondered if he was going to do the same thing he did to Aphrodite to me. But it was clearly written there. “The Submissive is not permitted to love the Dominant. If such weakness occurs, this contract will end at once. The Dominant does not accept devotion beyond obedience.” I wanted to ask what happens if the dominant falls in lovr instead, but I looked at Damien and I almost laughed at loud.

“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-”

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.”

Sage said, rubbing circles on my hands, as beads of sweat started to form on his brow. "Well, I know that you are an alpha," I respond. Of course, he would be dominant; he would have to be to be an alpha. "No, not because I'm an alpha and not in that way." He replied, smiling nervously. "Oh, ok. What do you mean then?" I ask, completely baffled by what he is talking about. "What that means is….I am in control….in the bedroom." He says, nervously. "You see, a dom or dominant is a sexual participant who takes on the role of the superior and often controls the other participant, which is known as a sub or submissive. This type of partnership is often-" Sage explains.

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.