How To Be A Good Sub Novels & Stories

I was the logical type that always thought things through before I made a move. It was one of the reasons why being a sub had been so appealing. There was no need to think about what I was doing and the rules were clear. A Master makes the decisions and a sub just lets go. That was if I could actually let go. The moment in the hallway came back to me. Once again, I found myself touching my lips remembering how his had felt. How my body had just melted under his dominance. It just blew me away that I had finally submitted. Of course, it is just my luck that I finally responded to a man that didn't want to be a Master, period.

will indicate an approach to the limits of play. **Section Three: Submissive’s pledge** I will do my best to serve Miss Khali Luciano. I will work hard to correct any insecurities or inhibitions that interfere with my capability to serve her. I will grow as a person. I will maintain honest and open communication. My surrender as a submissive is done with the knowledge that nothing asked of me will demean me as a person and in no way diminish my own responsibilities towards making the utmost use of my potential.

He smiled at my pleading tone, taunting me with his words, telling me all the wonderful things he could do to me if only I'd be a good sub and listen to his word, always. “I need you to listen to me always, and money my damn orders. I will reward you with endless pleasure if you promise to be a good girl and help me get my Laura back.” He told me. He pushed his dick against me, ramming it against my extremely wet core to emphasize his point, making me moan out at the contact. After torturing me with his sexy seductive words and withholding my orgasm for hours, he finally asked, "Will you be a good sub?? Will you listen and obey my instructions even in my absence?"

"I don't know what to do. It's way worse than last time, and we might be forced to close down the store soon. And Mom wants to sell the dance studio too." Fabiola shakes her head sadly. "That's too bad. How is your mother handling it?" "She's overwhelmed and keeps apologizing. I swear to God if I catch Sebastian anywhere near that store, I'll knock out a tooth." Gritting my teeth, I notice I've cut the skin by my thumbnail in anger. My rage simmers when I look up, relieved to see the waitress with our drinks. I take the beer, enjoying how cold it feels in my grip, and make sure to tip the waitress well. She gives me an appreciative smile before she walks away. "You need anything, you just ye

He was sitting on the bed with his shirt unbuttoned, staring at me with lustful eyes. I hesitated, unsure of how to move, but when I stepped closer to him, my hands weren't trembling as I reached for his shirt, I saw the faint smirk tugging at his lips. He was enjoying this—watching me unsure, watching me try to navigate this new dynamic between us. “This is the first step,” he said, his voice low as I fumbled with the buttons of his pants. “As a sub, you listen to me. You follow my lead, and try to entertain all my commands.”

Every touch is meant to convey that to her. My dick had been hard ever since the day we met, but I have more control than to take her before the time. I've trained for years to be a master. I know all the ins and outs both of the physical and the mental when it comes to a sub. She was almost ready mentally, and it was only a matter of time before I put her beneath me. She followed me outside just like I knew she would as she has every time I've called her. She doesn't know it, but I've been training her for weeks now to do my bidding without question. Some uninformed assholes might call what I'm doing abusive; they can suck a dick. Until they've walked a mile in my shoes, they'll never know,

I will be totally and completely submissive to his will. I will be open and honest at all times. Nothing can be held back from Tony. I will voluntarily report violations of any of these rules to Tony, without his asking me. Further, I will answer all of Tony's questions as truthfully and completely as possible. Initially I may have to work harder to overcome my uneasiness; however, I will not hesitate in answering. The answer to any question will flow naturally as soon as he asks. It will come as easily as though he can read my mind.

Yesterday it all sounded so perfect. Why then am I shitting my pants today? It's not like I haven't done any joint scene planning before. Beth and Peter both helped me when I had my first sub, and I've always talked everything through in detail with Charlotte when she let me tie her up. Over the years I've been doing it over and over again with subs I've only played with for a scene or two. Why the anxiety now? It's not even a rational fear, just a feeling in my gut. As if Bella would laugh at me if I say something

General Behavior The submissive agrees to respect, this includes, mannor of speech, kneeling to serve (when possible), obedience, proper answers, promptness, and complete honesty. Okay! I sit and read the contract in full. Marking a few areas that need explaining or I am not sure on. I reach the end and begin to read the lists. Section Twenty: Lists and Limits. The submissive will be entirely honest when going through the following acts, places and equipment. The submissive agrees everything is recorded to the best of their knowledge. The submissive agrees to only put items on the hardlist if they are their limits and can not be changed. The submissive agrees to being honest with what aspect

Keenan said. I let out a short moan, removed my seatbelt and lay down completely on my stomach, which felt much more comfortable. "Keenan..." I said quietly. "How long have you been working for them?" "Pretty much forever, I'm the Beta of the pack." "I see." I said as I laughed quietly. "Let's just go with the flow, without any expectations... I loved this weekend's games, but I won't be planning ahead for the next one. That's one of the nice things about being a sub, at least I don't have to worry about that."