How To Be A Good Sub Novels & Stories

I quirk a brow, keeping my eyes on the road, it was a small town with majority of its occupants at the picnic, but I was still getting used to this car, it resembled the other one, but the other one sure dusts this one in many aspects. “You know a little about what a sub is right? It would eat from the time I would like to be getting spanked if I began explaining to you what it was.” “I know what it is Melanie, I don’t understand why you have to be my sub.” A shiver runs through my spine and the entirety of my body, my core clenches and I cant explain how much I like the sound of that. “What do I have to do then?” He lets out a sigh, “To do for what?”

"I nearly had sex with another sub from Club Sin tonight.... but I couldn't go through with it. He just wasn't you. But I'm not ready for a committed relationship but you probably are and I'm scared I'm not good enough for you." "Stop talking like that! You're more than good enough for me! If you're not ready for a boyfriend kind of relationship, then we won't do that. I'll be your sub and you'll be my dom. That's all." He looks up at me but looks uncertain. I lean down slightly and gently kiss his lips. He shifts until he is sat up and pulls me over to straddle his waist. "Are you sure?" He asks in a shaky voice. "Positive. So what do we need to do to make me your sub?"

His own heartbeat echoing in his ears. Then—Damian’s hands on his hips. “Stand straight,” Damian orders. Eli straightens. “Hands behind your back.” Eli obeys immediately, but Damian chuckles softly behind him. “Relax your shoulders,” he corrects gently, adjusting Eli’s posture with slow, deliberate touches. “Your stance should show confidence. Submission is not weakness—it’s control. Remember that.” Eli nods, inhaling shakily. Damian steps close again, lips brushing Eli’s ear. “Good. Very good.”

"Your cock is so big, and so hard. Will you shoot your spunk on my tits when you cum, please? Fuck, my clit feels so nice. What should I do now?" "Watch the screen," said Scott, and put yourself in place of the sub. Imagine your domme unzipping her latex catsuit and dripping onto your face, before making you push your tongue into her wet, hot pussy. Now dip two fingers inside, then taste yourself. Tell me how you'd feel as the sub slut."

And everyone watching will absorb that message on a subconscious level, making them easier to manipulate in the future. This isn't personal. It's practice. And I'm getting better every day.

"You got it wrong, didn't you, bunny? " Zachary asked, capturing my gaze with the sincerity of his question. "In a Dom/Sub relationship, there is not only a scenario based on beatings, pinching, pins inserted under the skin, or abuse. The Sub does not obey his Gift because he feels inferior or oppressed in some way, on the contrary, the protection and security that his owner offers him is enough to fulfill an order without realizing his origin. This is the part of trust. "I felt the heat slip to the base of my spine when he moved the glass away from my hands, holding them between his calloused and hot palms. I hadn't realized how much the drink had frozen my fingers. "Attractation is what ke

Royce said, one of his hands holding her back, pressing her close to him. "Everything feels so" She couldn't find the right words. "Cloudy," she finally said. "Yeah, I know, babe. I know." He nuzzled the crown of her hair before he spoke again. "I think I sent you into subspace." "What's that?" "It's where a submissive is so overcome with her experiences that she fully lets go. It's sort of a sensual state of meditation. You go deep into your own head." "Is that bad?" Kenzie didn't like the sound of subspace. She wasn't accustomed to feeling weak. Being weak meant she was vulnerable, and she never liked that under any circumstances.

I managed to say, forcing my expression to remain entirely blank, praying the guilt didn't show on my face. "Read the final operational clauses," he said. I cleared my throat, focusing on the last page. "The submissive must always follow commands instantly, without hesitation, argument, or delay. The submissive will utilize the correct address at all times when within the dynamic. Failure to do so will result in immediate disciplinary action."

My eyes roamed her sexy hourglass, and I practically drooled at the multiple views of her pin-up position while she nodded her acceptance. “Good girl,” I praised, rubbing my tip on her soaked folds. “Now stay completely still.” I was asking a lot. Demanding a level of control even experienced subs failed to achieve. I wanted her at my complete mercy, and fuck if she didn’t give it all to me. Even when I played like I was going to fuck her, rather than her screaming pussy, Ellie stayed completely still. Panting, while she watched me wantonly from our reflection. The second I drove in, I felt my phone going off. Knowing it was either Mom checking in or Dad telling me off. I felt the pressure.

Which seems fair enough for me. Last night was my first night after training. Marcus found me a submissive that I could play with but said I'm not allowed to take a sub under contract because I'm supposed to make a sub thrive but I can't do that, I'd only make them worse apparently. I don't care though, I just want the rough sex not a relationship.