Dom Vs Sub Novels & Stories

I forced my expression to remain impassive. I leaned forward slightly, letting my gaze trail over him like I was inspecting a piece of property. His jaw clenched, his wolf bristling at the silent dominance in my stare, but he held himself together. "You’re learning," I mused. Helios exhaled slowly. "I want to learn, Dom." I raised a brow. "Do you?" He nodded.

"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

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.

D/S: Dominance (the partner in control during activities) and Submission (the partner who willingly surrenders control and follows the dominant partner's lead). S/M: Sadomasochism (the use of pain or humiliation for pleasure, including giving or receiving such experiences). Bondage and Discipline was where I would be the submissive since it aligned with my interests. Sadomasochism was where Adam would be the submissive, which he sounded very eager for.

“I guess you have some preferences, though? Things you like doing? I’ll be honest, I don’t understand the restraining bit.” “Well, it has to do with domination and control. Being in complete control of the situation. Knowing that the other person you’re with trusts you enough to let you have that control over them. That you’ll do everything in your power to give them pleasure and that in turn, gives you pleasure. There are a lot of finer points to it, but that’s the basics. But if you’ve never experienced even a taste of a dom/sub relationship, it can be scary. Something for you to know though, the submissive in the relationship, is truly the one in control. The sub allows the dom to keep co

Roman’s cries echoed around the dank walls, reverberating across the hard surfaces. “Now we match, brother,” Domenico hissed into his ear. He maimed him. Carved into his flesh the same way Roman had done to him years ago. Domenico straightened and stared down at his brother. “You don’t touch what’s mine.” “You’re a fucking dead man, Dom. I’ll make sure Father has you killed for this.” “Then I better make it worth his while,” Domenico spit before plunging the blade into Roman’s chest.

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.

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.

Never judge a book by it's cover I suppose. "Excuse me Master Damon," a quiet voice says beside me so I turn to look and see a sub stood. "Good evening," I greet but I don't recognise him. "I was wondering if you'd have a scene with me tonight," the sub asks me. "I already have a submissive under contract so I'll be saying no for tonight," I say calmly and the sub thinks for a moment. "Would you have a threesome with me and your sub?" "I don't share my property, you'll have to find another Dom," I answer and he nods then leaves me.

"Do you remember when I made you go to the club and submit to a Domme?" Oh boy do I. "Yes, that's a memory I'm not likely to forget." "To be a good Dom, you need to understand what a sub goes through, how they feel, what it takes to completely give up your power. You were at the Domme's mercy. If I remember, she beat the living shit out of you. You could have used your safe word but you did not. Even when she put a butt plug up your ass, you did not safeword."