How To Be A Good Sub Novels & Stories

"Remember one last thing. He wants to be a submissive. He thinks it's part of his nature at this point to submit to a woman. He may not know all the nuances of it until he's trained, but he wants someone to take charge. He wants to be ordered around. Don't ask him if he's willing to strip to be inspected. Tell him to strip. Tell him what you want. Order him to do what you want. If he truly is submissive, he'll do what you command." "I feel my head is going to explode," Shasta said. "Take a couple deep breaths, talk to the others, develop a list of questions. I'll look it over when I get there and if there's anything else I think you should be asking, I'll tell you." "Okay. Don't feel I shoul

You don’t keep my messages hanging. I lean forward, smirking at the screen. I can picture him dropping to his knees, his face flushing, that thick sub cock stirring in his pants just from my tone.I could almost picture his reaction, how quickly he’d fold, how easily he’d try to fix it, just to get back on my good side. That was the thing about this sub, I could tell that he would listen and I intended to remind him every time that I’m in charge. Domcraver: I’m sorry, Dom. I’m on my knees now. It won't happen again.

Another caress of his thumb now over the back of my bare hand has butterflies rushing all along the pit of my stomach even as we slowly move to leave the room. Grant now leading me out towards the hallway and to where the dining room was stationed like always. Lucus, Tony and Alex all there waiting for us. The thought of what was about to transpire going forward sent a tiny thrill throughout my body. Easy Isabella, Easy. Don’t get too far ahead of yourself, remember this is training 101 for you and in order to be the perfect submissive you first need to know what it means to be one.

she took a mouthful of her cocktail and lifted Shadow up to accept another mouthful, kissing him for far longer than the transfer of liquid required, and Shadow moaned before she released him. “There are rules,” She took a mouthful of the cocktail, and Raven lifted his face to her kiss, closing his eyes and giving himself into the sensation of the cold of the cocktail, the bite of the alcohol, and the heat of her tongue against his. “A sub must keep an open mind, they must communicate honestly, they must know themselves, they must care for their mental and physical health, they must act of free will, and they must set limits that a Domme must respect.” She traced the curve of his lip with he

"Do you remember when I made you go to the club and submit to a Domme?" Oh boy do I. "Yes, that's a memory I'm not likely to forget." "To be a good Dom, you need to understand what a sub goes through, how they feel, what it takes to completely give up your power. You were at the Domme's mercy. If I remember, she beat the living shit out of you. You could have used your safe word but you did not. Even when she put a butt plug up your ass, you did not safeword."

I tell myself. Focus on breathing. This is what they taught me the past few days. How to feel grounded before a session. They also taught us what’s safe and what’s not. How to cautiously do impact play? Although each couple is different still they explained what are the general expectations from a Sub. What are my rights as a sub? How to communicate? Safe words and everything. Many of the rules sound bullshit, but I am tagging along just to find out where it takes me. Someone had told me. It’s just about how you want it. You can bend the rules a little as you please. But you must know the basics.

Finally… some measure of surrender. I savor it, that tiny crack in her armor. A part of me whispers that I should throw caution to the wind and enjoy her delicious turmoil for just a few minutes more. God knows she’s earned a little sensual torture for her defiance. But a sub’s responsibility is to please whoever tops her. A Dom’s role is to give the sub what she needs. Callie needs to come. This is the only time I feel anything deeply anymore, this absorption of a submissive’s pure, unfiltered state. My cock strains against my pants, thick and aching, but I ignore it. I always do.

The list was endless. ‘Eish……you really look hot baby; you are killing me you know!’ the doctor kept repeating the compliment while driving. Subi looked at the bulging trousers just directly under the buckle of his belt then she knew what to do. She had been through such a number of times with different blessers. With time she learnt how to handle their pressures, then ultimately win their undivided attention and trust.

“Sir! Please!” “Patience.” His lips brushed close to my ear. “A good sub doesn’t demand. She begs properly.” My face burned hotter, my body clenched around nothing, wetness dripping down my thighs. “Sir,” I whispered, trembling. “Please, please touch me again. I’ll be good, I promise.” His thumb slid lazily over my soaked entrance, smearing me open but not pressing in. “Better. But you’ll have to learn how to really beg if you want to be rewarded.”

“You don't know what a permanent sub is?'' She asked in disbelief. “I don't”. “You are indeed a newbie”. She murmured, which made me roll my eyes and look away. “Well, a permanent sub is a sub that is attached to one dominant, they go into a contract and write down how long they want to be with each other and their rules and regulations. Sometimes they stay together for years or months, depending on the agreement. But Master Tim and Master Eli haven't had any permanent subs. If any sub is lucky, they can be with her for just a month. After that, they are done with you”. She explained firmly.