Lesbian Submission Novels & Stories

I frowned. "Why would you say that? She's exquisite." "She also is a lesbian. She hates men and despises the touch of any man. That's why I became her Mistress. I promised to never make her have sex with a man." Oh this was another fun challenge for me. I wanted to test my skills of pushing my thoughts on another without speaking out loud. It was a power I hadn't used much and knew that there would be times I would need to change things that way so this was a great time to practice. I pushed at Lauren and had her notice me and realize that I aroused her. Instantly I could feel her mind trying to reject that thought. She didn't like men they couldn't arouse her. I pushed the thought even hard

A lesbian couple explores dominance and submission when one breaks their rules. This leads to a raw and intimate moment of punishment and deep connection. Trigger Warning: This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. ****************** I came home from work early and found Tory naked in our bed, using the vibrator on her pussy. Instead of reacting right away, I took a moment to watch her. Her legs were spread wide, and she was pleasuring herself with a wild, carefree abandon I rarely saw. Usually, Tory was shy about this, but not now. I savored the sight of her misbehaving.

I hissed, holding back my horniness with a harness of anger. “You want your older sister to cum for you, you little slut?” With her mouth firmly on my crotch, she nodded, looking up at me innocently. “Say it,” I demanded, through gasps and moans. “Beg for it, bitch!” “Please,” she said meekly, her voice trembling from excitement. “Please come for me, Reka.” Her words gave me a rush. If there was one thing I liked more than anal, it was this: Submission, begging, humiliation. She wanted me, and she could barely contain herself.

Leo writhed under me, panting, clutching the sheets. “Rowan,” he moaned loudly. “Fuck, don't stop please.” He moved to meet my thrusts halfway. I smirked and spanked his ass again “Good boy.” Just as I slammed into him harder, the door swung open. Elias stood at the entrance with his eyes wide in shock. Just what I needed. I met his gaze, and my smirk widened. Then I drove into Leo faster and harder, my cock stretching him. He screamed my name, begging and whimpering.

"This is what men want. Submission. And they will fall at the feet of whoever can give it to them." She stares back at me, annoyed, confused and disoriented, her eyes narrowing like she's just figuring out that I had kissed her just to buttress a point. She definitely feels used- it shines in her eyes- but she hides it well- her embarrassment; her outrage. "You haven't fallen at my feet yet." "You haven't submitted yet, Thirteen," I return. "Not really. I tasted sweet surrender on your lips, but every other part of you fights me like I'm your menace. Submission is done willingly."

I am actually attracted to both sex but Anna claims to be a lesbian and she has been given one of the best lesbian sex for the past two weeks. She placed me on top of the sink. She grabbed my thighs and pushed her head in between them. “Oh Shit!” I grabbed her hair softly and she licked my wet pussy. She also came along with a vibrator, and I loved how she made me feel while she was making use of it. My whole nerves were already yearning to be touched around every sensitive part of my body. I took the vibrator from her and slowly moved it around her stiffened nipples. She bit her lips softly as she moaned. She didn't stop touching my exposed breast as I moved the vibrator from her breast slo

He threatened me, "Don't forget that I still have leverage. Or do you want me to go to your house in person and help you?" I slowly looked at Lester not far away. "Promise me this first. You are not allowed to order me to do anything else after this." Lester scoffed. "You dare make requests? Sure. This is the only request tonight." Tonight? Heh. Was he playing word games with me? But I didn't say anything. After washing the banana, I took the lubricant and lay on the bed. I had never tried this before. My emotions were conflicted, and I was a little worried. However, deep down, I wanted to try it.

Being alone with a good book and alcohol or caffeine is the best feeling in the world, probably better than sex. The next day, I walked into Monet's and met a group of ladies who were fine as hell. I was relieved to see that there were no men here. At least if there was going to be a man, he should be gay, and we all agreed to that. We were six: Cindy Bellman, Aisha Mohammed, Drew Finch, Jessica Boston, Lexi Hale, and me. We were just six beautiful ladies who loved to talk about our favourite books and rant about how J. K. Rowling is a bitch for her transphobic tweets. Sometimes we'd just go out to have some fun. We weren't just a book club; we were a sisterhood.

"Don't try anything funny, okay? Some of the girls are still underage." She nodded vigorously with a wide smile. To our surprise, no one stopped us. I guess it was because they saw my VIP pass, or that they probably thought Karmen was one of the models. Elise was quite a familiar face that everyone just smiled at her as they passed by. Everything went smoothly. We got into the dressing room again. Girls walked around the place in their sexy underwear. "Oh my ovaries," Karmen breathed as she looked at them. "This is how lesbians get pregnant."