Dom Submissive Novels & Stories

"Try me." At those words, she looked at him for a few minutes then sighed. "It's Bondage, Discipline or Dominant, Sadomasochism or Submissive and Masochism. In my own case, I'd be your Dominant and you'd be my submissive. I, or this situation rather, is usually called femdom." "Female dominant." She nodded. "Yes," "What do Subs do?" "They're different, for every Dom, but with you, my rules wouldn't be too much. My stepfather wants me having a sub for our training and he keeps bringing people I don't like. If I present you, I'm sure he'd be pleased."

I shouldn't be caring about Fred but the moment I make the decision to stop being his submissive, I wouldn't be the only one to get hurt, Fred too. This is so fucked up! I hate him! But I also want him, I'm literally going crazy. I shook my head to his answers as a triumphant grin etched his face. “Good girl….” He mumbled in a sexy voice. Fuck, his voice. This man would be the end of me. “Now kneel…”He muttered and shifted backwards,his face crowned with a cold and distant expression. My legs came in contact with the floor, obeying his words. He stared at me and groaned, fumbling with his belts.

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.

“Am not. Let me out of here Rin. I have things to do before I go to work.” “Topolina, apologize and admit you want this.” Arrogance oozed off him like cheap cologne. “I think not. I’m not anyone’s toy.” “Sasha,” he met her eyes with delight dancing in his, “I am going to have so much fun turning you into the perfect submissive little pet and eventually you’ll even refer to yourself as my little mouse.” “Submissive little pet?” she felt the shiver course down her spine at his words. “Never going to happen. What about me makes you think I need a Dom in my life? Should I call you Don Dom?”

But my vision is crystal clear, sharp enough to catalog every detail of her humiliation, every flush of shame that painted her skin. This was exactly what I had intended. Not the sexual display itself—that had been an improvisation, a cruel test designed to break her spirit completely. What I had wanted was submission. Complete, unquestioning surrender to my will. I wanted Isabella Cohen to understand that in the Romano family, she had no voice, no power, no choice but absolute obedience. Even in matters of intimacy, especially in matters of intimacy, she would learn to serve. The irony wasn't lost on me. Here she was, believing she was degrading herself for a man who couldn't even see her s

The whole thing felt surreal. I had spent a solid hour last night researching the Dom/Sub dynamic. Apparently, as a submissive, you have to earn your Dom’s praise. And oddly enough, I think that’s my kink—praise. It always made my day when Alex gave me even the most casual compliment. It was like being showered in gold.

He frowned as the boy lowered his head before speaking in a soft voice. "He said I would never make a good submissive and no other dominant would put up with someone so disobedient and disrespectful." He whispered. Cade's jaw tensed, his hand in Victor's tightening slightly before he spoke. "Every dominant has different taste. It depends on their personality, just like every submissive has different choices in a dominant. He is very wrong in that statement." Cade managed to keep his voice even as he spoke, though rage flooded through him as he remembered his own past. What Victor had been told was an easy way for a fake dom to control their submissive easier.

They needed to get us reintegrated, run us through training again, and prep us for deployment sooner than expected. Bhakti and I had been getting closer, and I could feel her coming around to the matebond. And her domination kink? Fucking hot. I’d been doing a lot of research into dom/sub relationships. It was an eye-opener, to say the least. There was a lot more to it than just control. The real power was in the submissive’s hands—they set the limits, they decided what was too much, they gave the final say.

Frame agreement for a Dominant / Submissive relationship This document specifies the responsibilities and duties of Damon Zhang {the Dominant} and Mason Dharma {the Submissive} as part of a consensual BDSM agreement. This agreement is private and shall not be disclosed in any circumstances to anyone other than both parties and Marcus Carlisle, even if it is not legally binding. The Dominant I, Damon Zhang, request of Mason Dharma the acceptance of my dominance and guidance. I ask for ownership of your mind and body in return for my care and protection. Through this agreement, we may strengthen our bond and increase intimacy.

Just Dominus. Which was... strangely hotter than it should have been. The heading read “CONFIDENTIAL SUBMISSION AGREEMENT” Between: Dominus (Hereafter referred to as "The Dominant") and Aria Liana Valente (Hereafter referred to as "The Submissive") This agreement is entered into willingly, knowingly, and with full consent by both parties for the sole purpose of engaging in a Dom/Sub dynamic that includes, but is not limited to, physical, psychological, sensual, and emotional submission.