Male Submissive Novels & Stories

The good little submissive girl pandering to her Dom … Without a shadow of a doubt, I instantly know he’s fucked her. She’s definitely his type anyway—mousy little ‘Yes, Sir’ with no mind of her own and controlled completely by him just breathing her way. She is practically ready to lick his boots or drop to her knees should he command a fucking blow job. It’s pathetic and I instantly hate her.

he smirked while my frown deepened. “The submissive must conduct herself according to the master's expectations during public appearances, reflecting his image while maintaining her dignity,” I read aloud with a scoff. “The submissive must prioritize her health and well-being, including attending regular check-ins to discuss any physical or emotional concerns.” I scoffed and continued. “The submissive must have a safe word to use in case the act goes beyond her limits,” I read aloud and gulped again. “Lastly, the submissive will be paid ten thousand dollars monthly and will have to quit her job at the club…”

I collapsed fully this time, clutching at my heart as the realization hit me with brutal force. Mate. The Alpha’s mate. “No,” I whispered, terror choking the word. “Please… no.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. Fear. Shock. Disbelief. Alpha Kael stepped forward, towering over me. He crouched, fingers lifting my chin with a grip that was firm, possessive, inescapable. “So this is fate’s joke,” he murmured. “A submissive.” His thumb brushed my jaw, and my body reacted instantly, traitorous, humiliating. My wolf whimpered, bowing to his presence.

His c-k had a very different opinion, he noted. “Oh, I think you are,” she replied. “But you think that being a submissive makes you weak, or not an alpha male. You can be alpha and a sub, my poor pet. Alpha is a personality type, not a sexual preference. And being a submissive doesn’t mean that you’re weak. It takes a lot of self-control and bravery to be a sub. You need to place your well-being into the hands of someone else, and that is not easy and takes a lot of guts and trust in that person. “You like having the control taken out of your hands,” she leaned forward, and he felt the texture of the vinyl bra against his chest as she brushed her lips over his. “It turns you on.”

“A few sips will help you relax.” “A daddy dominant is someone who likes taking care of his sub when she slips into little space. He likes making the decisions for her like when she goes to bed and what type of chores she needs to do. What punishment she gets for disobeying him or being bad,” Michel explained. “Just like you get different types of Doms, you get different types of subs.” “I try to cater for all those types but some types are extremely rare in our small town.” David smiled at us. “I’m glad to have all of you here tonight and hopefully I can help Sin unlock a few of her kinks.”

They almost sound the same. “What does it mean to sign a submissive contract”. She typed and tapped for answers. “Lifestyle submissive have sets of rules between themselves and their partners which govern their relationship. It might be small things such as calling your partner a term like ‘sir’ or ‘master’, it could be doing domestic labor, or it could involve spending large amounts of time naked in a cage”. She read and she almost choked on her own breath. She began to cough while caressing her neck which woke Silver up from sleep.

His hand raises. "It sounds like you watched some bullshit film or read a book that has it all wrong." I bite my lip. "For one, it's more complex than submissive and dominant. There are brats, slaves, rope bunnies. There are not just dominants, but masters, brat tamers, slave trainers and such."

The word throbbed on his lips, full of laughter and hunger. “No,” she replied, holding him in a steady gaze. "I want to submit. But not on your terms. I do not submit out of fear of hellfire or contract violation. I submit because I want to feel your mastery. I want to be pleasing you because it is my own desire to do so. The power dynamic remains. You are the Master. I am the willing submissive. But the foundation changes from coercion to consent."

“Do you want to come, slave?” “Please, Master. Please.” “You have my permission.” He rubs her furiously between her legs as the hooded stranger drives hard into her from behind. The brunette’s mouth opens into a silent, perfect circle for a long moment. She closes her eyes, focusing entirely on the sensation. Then, she lets out a loud, piercing scream, her entire body convulsing violently as the heavily endowed stranger groans aloud in his own release. I let out a slow, trapped breath. It is a scene I would never personally want to participate in, but the submissive clearly enjoyed herself thoroughly. And that absolute freedom of self-expression appeals to a part of me.

Wrapping his arms around me, he whispered, “A few moments ago, you were obedient, compliant, dutiful, disciplined, addressing me just the way I wanted you to...You did all of that subconsciously because you were catering to the carnal instincts of your body baby girl” I turned around to look at him doe-eyed, tears still glistening around the rim. Wiping them all away, he continued to explain, “I like to be in charge or dominate in, as well as out of bed because I have always been the alpha male in this family. But in reality, it is actually a submissive who holds the true power in a relationship. By revoking the power they have surrendered, a submissive is able to walk out of the relationshi