Lesbian Submission Novels & Stories

She was touching her dripping pussy, rubbing herself raw while imagining that it was my hands on her thighs, my weight pressing her down instead of her sister. ​The image was so hypnotic it was almost intoxicating. ​Holding Elena and fucking her was fine—it was familiar, it was domestic—but it was nothing compared to the raw, broken submission of Lisa. Lisa’s petite, fragile stature was the sexiest thing I had ever laid eyes on when she was turned on. The way she whimpered, the way she gasped out my name in that breathless, pleading voice... it was a drug. ​I looked down at Elena’s face, blurred in the shadows beneath me, but it wasn't Elena I was seeing. I was getting off on the vivid memor

“Not just of the syndicate. Of how much I need you now. Of how real this has become. When I think about them taking you away, or forcing us to perform until there’s nothing left that’s ours… it feels like drowning.” I held him tighter, letting the link flow freely between us. I sent him every ounce of calm I could find, every bit of the safety I felt when I submitted to him willingly. “Then drown with me. We’ll come up together. Submission isn’t just me on my knees anymore. It’s this too me holding you when you break. You letting me see the parts you’ve hidden from everyone.”

It begs until blood is dripping from knees and tears are staining cheeks and I am brought back to the theory of irrational masochism. I look up at a piece and I vaguely remember reading through this submission a while back. There are a couple of photos next to the written portion where a woman is naked, bound completely by red rope. Wax adorns the erogenous parts of her body as she lays across a bed. The pictures are vignette-Esque, only heightening the erotic scenario and making it ten times more personal. Funny enough, it reads: You came undone with only words, responding to a foreign language only spoken by I, one that asks you to strip from your clothes and submit every inch of your skin

I don't even pause to run a diagnostic on his readiness. A sharp cry punctures the silence of the quarters when the realization hits both our wolves that his walls lack their customary lubrication. I refuse to deploy a synthetic barrier with him. I have never permitted a sheath to separate our skin on the mats, and I will not initiate the practice simply because Ethan Cole forced an unconsented claim on his vessel. I demand that his subconscious recognizes the continuity of our dynamic. That my beast craves and requires his submission exactly as it has since our original alignment. “Does this frequency satisfy your wolf, Prince?” I growl, hooking my arms beneath his knees and pinning them ba

Two people fighting for both domination and submission. The lyrics have never really appealed to me until right in this very minute. Isn't submission an outlet? A way of forgetting your worries? Your fears? Your responsibilities? Your everyday life? Would being submissive help me move on from my hell? Could I be submissive? Was I ever a submissive woman? "I love the way you look at me, I love the way you smack my ass, I love the dirty things you do, I have control of you.." Butterflies swarm my belly as I sing the words..

[ A lésbian woman seduces and fúcks her coworker's straight wife to prove a point and ends up enjoying it.] I've been a lésbian for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never hidden it. I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits.

“Damn, okay, I see why she keeps rejecting my offer, but there are couple activities, you know, there is the claiming ritual.” “Claiming?” “Oh right, you asked me a question before, ‘subs’, was it? Subs are submissives, people who like to give up control to someone else. Sometimes, it's sexual; sometimes, it's not; this time, however, it is most definitely sexual. Anyway, claiming is where a ‘dom’, in this case, dominant, a submissive’s master, claims a submissive as her own in a room full of their most favoured sex partners or exes. This is for locals, though, because most locals know who dates who; I don’t know if you’d make the cut as Lizzy’s submissive, but-”

Lily was conflicted for a moment, how embarrassing would it be to crawl naked on the floor but she signed up for this and she doesn't want to end this now, not when they are just getting started, but this also scared Lily, she's so conflicted when they are just getting started, she wonders just how far Leonardo will this domination and submission role play Her hands placed firmly on the cold marble floor, Lily slowly began to crawl closer to Leonardo and knelt right in front of him Leonardo smiled, the joy it brings him that Lily is doing this for him, a lady as timid and innocent as Lily is playing as his submissive and that fact alone sent sparks straight to his hard crotch "On your feet"

He growled and filled her pussy with a second load before stepping back. Lisa turned around and climbed onto the groom’s lap again, guiding his cock into her soaked pussy and riding it with slow, hungry strokes. She locked eyes with Ryan. He had his cock out. He was stroking it openly now. Lisa gave him a look he had never seen before. It was wild, lust-drunk, almost euphoric. A third man stepped up. Lisa leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth without hesitation. Ryan sat down in a chair and kept stroking. He had a front row seat to his wife’s full submission.

"I belong to her. You have a problem with that?" The group went silent. That was a level of devotion they couldn't argue with. Soren added calmly,"From a behavioral standpoint, total submission is his most efficient path to the bedroom." Luke hammered on the door. "Come on, ladies! It is almost time. If you miss the auspicious hour, Lisa is going to have your heads tonight." Elena Voss’s soft, melodic voice drifted out, laced with a smile. "Luke, whose side are you on exactly?"