Novel & Cerita Mature Submissive

My thumb scrolled down again, this time, my spirit tugged me towards a section labelled; correction. My breath hitched. ‘The submissive is expected to obey the dominant in all things without question. She is to procure the services of a gynaecologist of the Dominant’s choice every three months for contraceptives. The submissive shall be punished with any or more of these things once the dominant sees her actions as requiring such treatment…. Does the submissive consent to the use of;

“Why don’t you ask us some questions? It might put your mind at ease.” “Yeah, okay.” Jade took a sip of her drink. “Why are you naked?” “Because master Brady requires me to be.” She replied. “So he forces you to be?” “Dear God, no!” Joanne laughed. “My master never forces me to do anything. I give him my service to make him happy. If he requires me naked, then I am naked for him.” “Being a submissive is about giving yourself to someone.” Destiny added in. “We do everything we can to please our dominant. But if it is something we are unwilling to do, they respect that.”

"He used to come here with his wife, and when she died, he cut off any contact with the club. Until Madame Tracey called him to be his right arm, and that gave him space for him to take other subs. You are not the first, but you are the only one who returned to his command. They say he is one of the best for certain types of subs. My brow frowned at the end of your words. I didn't know many of the terms, but if Tracey was called madam... She couldn't be a submissive, even so, I could swear that whenever her eyes met me next to Zachary, she could skin my skin if she had the opportunity. "Are there different types of submissives? "I asked, taking advantage of the last notes of the song. Julia

- Each time we are in the red room, you will no longer have a name; you will be called number 1, because you are the first submissive to come to my floor. Here is a submission contract that is known only to us and my lawyers. In addition to the contract, there is a questionnaire that you must answer as honestly as possible, your preferences, what you hate the most; based on your answers, I will know how to conduct the sessions. - What are these sessions? - They are sessions where you will have a lot of pleasure. You are my submissive, my slave in the red room. But outside the room, you are my personal assistant in the eyes of everyone. I have two mistresses, four girlfriends in different cit

she purred into the microphone, her breath soft thunder, “tonight, we return to the order of things.” She walked a slow circle around the submissive, gloved fingers brushing his shoulders, then snapping against his skin. In the dimly lit WREC room, the air buzzed with anticipation as Domica, dressed in a sleek, black bodysuit, stood before her sub, a man who trembled with a mix of excitement and submission. She commanded him to his knees, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "You know what you are, don't you?" she asked, her eyes locked on his. "You're my plaything, my pet. And you're going to do exactly as I say." The sub nodded, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, his body trembling with antic

She lifted her eyes to his gaze and noted the tender expression in his eyes with surprise. “There will be moments of discipline I will not enjoy doling out, Sasha. You need to listen to your master.” “Master?” she questioned quietly. “Yes. Master. When we play or engage in scenes, I am the master, you are my submissive. Discipline is imperative and undoubtedly you will get punished. Sometimes I will relish the activity.” “You would like to punish me?”

“Between a submissive and a slave?” “A submissive retains some control,” Vixen explained. She placed a glass of clear liquid in front of him and dropped a slice of lime into it. Water he presumed, and wished it were a beer. “They negotiate as to what is right for them with their Dom or Domme. A slave has surrendered the right to negotiate with their Dom or Domme. A slave is a submissive, but a submissive is not necessarily a slave.” She took Shadow by the collar, lifting him up until his face was on her level. “Give me a drink, Shadow,” she told him brushing her lips over his.

Ana screamed, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Master D growled, working his fist in and out. “I’m going to ruin this asshole.” He added a second fist, his hands moving in opposite directions. Ana convulsed, coming harder than she ever had. Master D pounded into her, his cock slamming against her cervix. They came together, his seed painting her insides. As they caught their breath, Master D caressed Ana’s face. “You’re a natural submissive, pet. I’ll train you to be the perfect slave.”

“I’d like to watch you with a girl” Before he could say anything else I wasn’t letting him ignore the first part of my question. If I had the courage to ask it. The least he could do is answer it. “I want you as my submissive Anna. I don’t know what a normal relationship is. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you. I want to ravish you, and as much as I want to share you and watch you be fucked by other people, I can’t help but feel jealous at the thought. It turns me on if I must be honest. But in truthfulness, I would think of you as my submissive. And I, your Master”, he responded in what I can only describe as truthfully.

He replies, “My submissive, you need to lubricate it.” I take off scared at the idea. He forces me back to my seat, strongly, “A true submissive trusts her lord implicitly. A true submissive bends to pleasure…” he explains curtly. In clear words, he dictates, “Bella, you will be my submissive of pleasure, of passion, of enjoyment.” I had seen dominant-submissive relationships in famous movies like 60 shades of blue and all but being in a similar situation felt dangerous but sinfully exciting at the same time. My thoughts are interrupted by loud smacks on my ass.