Dominant Submissive Erotica Novels & Stories

But instead of working, I had my skirt rucked up around my waist, legs spread wide under my desk, and two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy. The video on my screen was paused on the most dangerous frame: a tall, elegant woman in a crisp black suit, very much like Victoria, had her much younger submissive bent over a glass desk. The dominant’s hand was fisted in the girl’s hair, strap-on buried to the hilt in her dripping cunt, the submissive’s mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

I was losing my mind beneath her, moaning continuously like a desperate bitch, tears of overwhelming pleasure and love streaming down my face. "You are going to cum when I do," she commanded breathlessly. "No earlier. Understand?" "Yes, ma’am! I will wait for you. I exist for your pleasure." Teyana fucked herself on me brutally, her body slamming down again and again. Her moans grew deeper and more commanding. I could feel her pussy starting to flutter and clench around my cock. My own orgasm was building dangerously fast, but I held back with everything I had, whimpering and moaning helplessly under her dominant rhythm.

“I want to explore that… responsiveness. I will teach you about your own body, about pleasure, about pain. It will be a dominant/submissive relationship. Governed by rules. By a contract.” “A contract?” I squeaked. He smiled again, a genuine, devastatingly handsome smile that transformed his face. “Yes. A contract that outlines my role as your Dominant and your role as my Submissive. It will detail your duties, my responsibilities, and your hard and soft limits. It will be safe, sane, and consensual. But make no mistake, Ava. In that arrangement, I will be in complete control. Of you. Of your body. Of your pleasure.”

- Each time we are in the red room, you will no longer have a name; you will be called number 1, because you are the first submissive to come to my floor. Here is a submission contract that is known only to us and my lawyers. In addition to the contract, there is a questionnaire that you must answer as honestly as possible, your preferences, what you hate the most; based on your answers, I will know how to conduct the sessions. - What are these sessions? - They are sessions where you will have a lot of pleasure. You are my submissive, my slave in the red room. But outside the room, you are my personal assistant in the eyes of everyone. I have two mistresses, four girlfriends in different cit

My thumb scrolled down again, this time, my spirit tugged me towards a section labelled; correction. My breath hitched. ‘The submissive is expected to obey the dominant in all things without question. She is to procure the services of a gynaecologist of the Dominant’s choice every three months for contraceptives. The submissive shall be punished with any or more of these things once the dominant sees her actions as requiring such treatment…. Does the submissive consent to the use of;

Chapter Nineteen I sat down my wine glass as I avoided Marcus’ gaze. How could I tell him about what I knew without sounding like some sex crazed manic? Which given how Louis and Marcus had been behaving today wasn’t far off from the truth. “I know a bit about BDSM.” I said, biting my lip as I looked at him through lowered lashes. “Safe, sane, consensual. If I don’t have your consent, I won’t try and engage in that type of relationship with you.” He stated and I couldn’t help but smile. “I’d very much like to be your dominant though.”

He grabbed my chin and said, "I'll hurt you and ruin you. I'm a fucked up man who was turned on when you were on your kness with tears running down your face as you begged me to spare your father's life." I didn't hesitate to get on my knees. "I submit to you Milomir Petrov. I want you to ruin me. I want to be yours and surrender my body to you." "Are you sure? There is no turning back. Once I say you're mine then you're mine. Forever." I nodded my head. "I want to be yours." " Are you aware of the Dom and Sub relationship?" "Just a little…" "It treads a thin line between pain and pleasure but don't worry, I'll show you. Will you give me control of your body, mind and soul?"

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.

Slowly, looking through, I guess it will be best to click each one and read about them. I read what each word means. Bondage Discipline Dominance Submissive Sadism Masochism Flicking through the website, ‘submissive’ catches my attention again. The words read: A submissive (sub) is a sexual participant who willingly gives up some or all control over to a dominant partner. This type of partnership is often referred to in the BDSM community as a dominant/submissive (D/s) partnership. A submissive might also be called a "bottom", while the dominant partner might be called a "top."

It had been like that from the start. He was a Dominant male, I was an eager submissive. And when we were in bed, he made me aware of yearnings that I had never known existed in me. Our bodies shared a chemistry that was something old and uncontrollable. No matter how angry I was with him, no matter how furious he was with me, one touch from his large calloused hands and I was like putty. When his mouth descended on mine, seeking, I gave in to my desires and melted.