Dominant And Submissive Novels & Stories

Dominant/Submissive Contract I, Rachel Rivers, with a free mind and open heart accept Nathaniel Madden, submitting my will to him and accepting him as my Dominant. I ask that as my Dominant, Nathaniel Madden takes me into his care and guidance and encourages growth together in lust, trust, and mutual respect. It is my desire as a submissive to satisfy his needs and desires whenever possible, in hopes that I will be found pleasing to him. In order to do so, I offer him the use of my body, abilities, and purpose. I also vow to subdue myself to the lessons my Dominant will teach me. Section One: Code of Conduct

“It’s alright, Little One. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see how your body responds to my touch. This delicious little body was made to be mine and mine only. Mine to touch, mine to kiss, and mine to worship until you can no longer walk straight. Once this is all over and I bring you back to our pack, you’ll experience pleasure you’ve never known.” “W-what do you mean?” “Do you know what a Dom is, Little One?” “No,” I whispered. He lowered his voice to the sexiest huskiest tone I’d ever heard before and explained. “I am a Dom, or dominant. You will be my submissive. That means that I like to be in absolute control. When you’re in our bed, you’re to be 100% submissive to me. If yo

he seethed, tightening his grips on her body, "I damn fucking have every right on you!" "You don-" Ava started to say but Christian's hand shot up to her chin to grip tightly as he seethed, "You are my mate, honey and you are going to give me every pleasure wherever and whenever I fucking want!" Ava struggled harder under his grip, feeling pain but still fighting but his hold did not loosen even a bit, "YOU have to obey my EVERY order! Get this simple fucking thing straight inside your skull or I will fucking make you! You are mine from this moment forward."

I sighed, relaxed and smiled my sultry come-on smile. “So if we incorporate this power play in our bedroom, what do I need to know?” I could tell that Adonis was getting turned on. He blew hot air all over my nipple and gripped the ample flesh of my ass. “For starters, male dominants are often referred to as Master. Submissives may be called a slave or a pet. Heads-up: I'll never call you my slave. Secondly, we must choose a safe word or phrase that you can say to immediately stop play.”

The world as we know it has changed yet again, it's different than back when Mommy Isabelle was famous, or after the first kitten was discovered. The world is based on categories and classification, are you a dom or a sub? Are you a little? or a pet? Depending on your category you'll live, the president is actually a submissive, your classification got nothing to do with how much power you reach and get in this world.

I ask him, this whole pack is weird and different, it's nothing like back at home. "The dominant is strong and evil, submissive is weak," he says, but that isn't correct. "I'm the dominant between the two of us, do you think I'm evil?" I ask him, he wasn't weak, he was a strong thing. "Have you ever seen a BDSM couple?" I ask him, he shakes his head no, his face dropping, he's scared, this isn't good. "I saw...I saw..." he says but I wait for him to explain, when he doesn't I have to encourage him a little.

His face hadn’t changed at all yet somehow it seemed stern. “I want you to understand,” he said, “that we’re going to do this my way.” Nervousness prickled through her. “But I have questions prepared that. His hard gaze stopped her flow of words instantly. “What I intend to do is show you what a Dominant-submissive relationship is like. That’s the only way you’ll really understand the play of power. And the excitement.” “Um ... but you know this is not ... uh, I mean ... I’d just like to clarify that...”

a sad face draws from mother Amy when she said that with a sad tone. She slowly lowered her head. And for a while, when I turned my eyes to mother Isabella, her hands were clasped together. Her head was just slightly bent down also. Seems her position is that she was just listening to us. Suddenly, Candice put her hands on mother Isabella, as she was seated right next to her. This time, it seems the atmosphere changed when we heard Candice says something.

His did. "Harder." I moaned. He suddenly increased the force. Pain and pleasure shot through me. I moaned again. "Tell me what you want baby, and I will give it to you." Maddox left my mouth long enough to look me in the eyes. "I want a dominating male right now." I whispered to him. He smiled in delight. "You have it my lady." Accompanying this promise was another hard pinch to my nipples. He tore off my panties, turned me so I lay on my belly, spread my legs apart and slammed into me.

Like a boy would to a girl he actually likes. But our boys don’t like us. Not like that. We’re just subs and doms. Assigned pairings to help both of us train—to mold us into obedient submissives, and them into dominant men. It’s not a relationship. There’s no love here. No feelings. No touching. No dating. No kissing. And definitely no sex. We’re supposed to stay pure. And if a dom dares to “stain” a submissive, it’s over for him.