Erotic Submissive Stories Novels & Stories

- 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

The cougar grinned at him, “I don’t have to do anything. You’re doing it all on your own.” His cock leaked another drop, sliding down his length. She saw it. She watched it roll down the shaft, watched as the muscles clenched and pulsed while the creamy liquid slid down between his balls. Ethan groaned, hand twitching toward his cock. “Ah-ah.” Her voice snapped. “You don’t touch yourself unless I give permission.” His breath stuttered. “Please.” Her eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Better. You beg to touch yourself like a good boy. Hmm, you're so submissive, sweet Ethan. I do like that."

I needed a kiss badly, and I ran my moist tongue over my lips to bring his attention to that. And when he didn't seem to care, I asked. "Won't you kiss me?" His cold eyes fell on me again. "You won't get a kiss from me until you learn to be quiet, now step over there." I hated myself just then. Was this how it was to be submissive, to be a Dom's pet? He wore the handcuffs around my wrists and clipped the extended end of the chain attached to handcuffs to a potruded chain from the ceiling.

She learned to ride Isolde's strap-on while looking into her eyes. In the cabin on another weekend, they tried new positions. Isolde sat on Seraphina's face and ground her pussy against her mouth. Seraphina licked and sucked until Isolde came hard. Then Isolde returned the favor, making Seraphina squirt again on the wooden floor. "You're so wet for me every time," Isolde said afterward. "I created a little addict." Seraphina smiled, face flushed. "I love it. I love belonging to you. ."

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my damp cheek, his thumb brushing under my eye. “Earlier tonight when you were sucking my cock, and I told you to look at me. I knew you were a submissive baby. I was gagging you, and you did everything in your power not to look away. I knew what you were. That's why I came here tonight. A shiver ran through me. “I knew you were submissive. And you’ve been starving for someone to handle you properly.” My lips parted. “We have a lot to talk about, but that can wait until tomorrow,” he added, voice soft but edged in promise. “About what you are. And what am I?”

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

“Ahh! Yes! Please! I am your helpless boy toy. I love you so much it scares me. Use me. Ruin me. I am nothing without you!” Teyana rode me even harder, grinding and slamming, taking everything she wanted. She slapped my face lightly, then pinched my nipples hard while continuing to fuck me senseless. My entire body shook beneath her. I was completely lost in submissive pleasure, moaning and whimpering like a bitch in heat. “You are such a pathetic romantic,” she taunted, bouncing faster. “Crying and begging and moaning for me. This cock belongs to my pussy now.” “Yes! It’s yours!” I sobbed with pleasure. “Everything I have is yours. Please don’t ever stop using me. I yearn for you every seco

he murmured. I held my breath, his scrutiny unnerving. He stepped closer, so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek. “Tell me, Miss Carter…” His fingers brushed against the strap of my bra, sending a shiver down my spine. “Have you ever been dominated before?” My lips parted, but no sound came out. His hand trailed down my arm, slow and deliberate, before he leaned in, his mouth grazing my ear. “By the time this weekend is over, you won’t just know what it means to submit.”

The vibrating plug had been removed at some point in the frenzy, but the memory of its buzz lingered, making her inner walls clench involuntarily around the emptiness now. The women around her, the brunette with her piercings and the ebony goddess with those hypnotic curves, helped her up with gentle but firm hands, their bodies equally spent and shiny. They pulled her into sloppy, tongue-heavy kisses, their lips sliding wetly against hers, tongues delving deep to share lingering tastes of cum and arousal. "Next time, baby," the brunette whispered against her mouth, nipping her lower lip. "We'll break you properly." The ebony woman chuckled, squeezing Lara's ass one last time, her fingers di

Jane whispered, her voice breathless, tinged with longing. Eric leaned closer, so that she could feel the warmth of his body behind her. “I want you to focus,” he murmured. “Focus on my voice, on my hands, on how I make you feel.” Her body responded immediately, arching slightly as if seeking him out. She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the sensations, into the anticipation that pulsed through her,her pussy has started becoming wet yearning for Eric's big hammer to fuck her die . “You feel that, don’t you?” he asked, his hand now pressing slightly against the inside of her thigh.