Romans & histoires Dominant Submissive Stories

Then he suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and threw my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half completely — breeding press position. He slammed back inside me, going so deep I could legit feel him in my stomach. “Fuck— Alessandro!” I cried out, my eyes rolling back. He fucked me like he wanted to breed me, deep, powerful strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. His heavy balls slapped against my ass as he stared straight into my eyes. “I’m going to keep this pussy filled with my cum every single night,” he growled, pounding me mercilessly. “You’re going to be addicted to my cock. Addicted to being bred like a good little wife. You want that?”

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.

He brought his face closer to hers and stared at her lips. “Do you understand the point of being a sub?” He whispered and her shaky breath replied to him. The vibrator was still buzzing in his hand and she wondered when was going to use it on her. “Your dominant handles everything for you, it makes you free from responsibilities.” He muttered and Xalia closed her eyes. “Open your eyes.” He ordered and she did. “Tell me a story.” “Wh… what?” She whispered. “Tell me a story. Tell me how you met Harrison.”

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.

- 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

Obedience: The Submissive agrees to obey the Dominant’s orders and instructions to the best of their ability. 3. Limits: The Dominant and the Submissive both acknowledge that all activities must be agreed upon by both parties and must be within the limits that both parties have agreed upon. 4. Respect: The Submissive agrees to show respect to the Dominant at all times. 5. Communication: The Dominant and the Submissive agree to communicate openly and honestly about their needs and desires in order to ensure that all activities are consensual. The Dominant and the Submissive agree to talk about any issues that may arise in order to resolve them in a respectful and timely manner.

He was a mystery. I tried to think on anything he had said to me that I might use to learn more. I searched the tag he used on the chat forum but that came up empty, then I thought about it. His tag, a variation on “You’re Mine” which he would say to me often, and he wanted me to call him Sir. I wasn’t so innocent that I didn’t know the term I needed to search was “Dominance”. The information was overwhelming and for hours I absorbed stories of abuse from ‘dominant personalities’ to stories of happy relationships between dominant and submissive. I read of BDSM and spanking, of restraints and whipping, pain and pleasure and so much more my head spun. Is this what he wanted from me?

Asil raised his brows. “Well, if you still think that your mate is submissive, you’re in for a real surprise.” Toby couldn’t help but smile at that. “Yes. I deduced that right off.” “We who are dominant tend to think of that aspect of being a werewolf as rank: who is obeyed, who is to obey. Dominant and submissive. But it is also who is to protect and who is to be protected. A submissive wolf is not incapable of protecting himself: he can fight, he can kill as readily as any other. But a submissive doesn’t feel the need to fight—not the way a dominant does. They are a treasure in a pack. A source of purpose and of balance. Why does a dominant exist? To protect those beneath him, but protect

I couldn’t have this conversation with her rocking her hips against me, making my cock beg to be inside her. “Well, make it quick. I want your dick in me.” I groan louder, “You’re killing me. How much do you know about BDSM and Dom/Sub dynamics?” “Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nada.” I take a deep breath and begin my explanation to Siobhan about what a healthy dynamic is between a Dom and their Sub, and about the different types of Subs, Doms, and dynamics. A few of my explanations made her squeeze her thighs together, particularly when I was discussing Primal Doms/Prey and when I was discussing Sadist Doms.