Mature Submissive Novels & Stories

—I took the laptop and lay down on the bed to be more comfortable— Come on, say my name. "Nicky" I placed the laptop on the bed so he could see me "Nicky..." Excitement made me want to go faster with my hand. I rubbed my breasts, bit my lip, opened my legs wider and wider leaving them in the air. “Fuck, Margareth, you're in a position where it would be easy to stick it in and hit you real hard. Oh, it's almost here. "Imagine you put it all the way in me," I said sensually.

warning: sexual content and sexism j e a n Things have been peaceful for me in the following days. I followed and obeyed without question Matteo's demands. I am his fully submissive puppet. Everything that I do now is motivated by fear. Whenever he makes love to me, if you even call it that, may feel good but I can never ignore the fact that I do all this because I fear him. He has fetishes I am not comfortable doing, the majority of them are all looking helpless in his bed. That is the thing that he likes, me begging for his mercy. There are times that he wants me to act like the desperate-for-sex slut he thinks that I am. There are times that he wants me to act like his pet. All these weir

I ask her. She nods. “Say it honey, I need you to say it with your mouth” I tell her. “Yes, Mistress,” she says firmly. “I'm here to be your submissive.” “And what is a submissive??” I drawl. “A submissive is an owned girl, property of a dominant,” she replies. “Good girl,” I smirk. “Now, what does a submissive do?” “To serve their masters or mistress,” she replies with no hesitation. “Good girl!” Then I touch her ass softly, causing her to inhale sharply as my nails scratch her skin.

I breathe, shame and arousal twisting together in my chest. Crack. Harder. The sting blooms into heat that radiates straight to my clit. “Two… thank you, Sir.” He builds a rhythm — firm, deliberate spanks that make my ass jiggle and burn. By the tenth, I’m dripping down my thighs, moaning openly with each strike. Every slap strips away another layer of my iron control. For the first time, my mind is quiet. No projections. No emails. Just sensation and his voice. Marcus groans, palming my reddened cheeks. “Look at this pretty ass, all marked up for me. You’re taking it so well, baby. Such a perfect submissive hiding behind that dominant boss mask.”

Maya was on her knees, her head bent in the perfect pose. There was something about a submissive woman in that pose that turned him on. His cock was aching to the point of pain. The scent of her arousal filled the air. His wolf wanted to do nothing more than stake his claim. Zion made sure he stayed in complete control. “You’ll eat breakfast with me. We’ll train together, and you’re going to become my sub. For the next month I’m going to prove to you that you’re my mate.” He gripped her chin as she started to shake her head.

"Although I look a lot like my father, Miss Samantha, believe me, I'm not him, so from now on you'll call me, boss. I can smell them, it's a delicious combination that I can't decipher, I imagine the mixture in them, and for the first time in my life, I want to kiss the folds of a woman. She pulls away from me, and walks over to her coffee maker. I can see her serving her coffee calmly, although for some strange reason I feel like she's nervous, do you like me? Would she be able to be my submissive? Oh, how I'd love to propose it, but it's not the time yet. "Boss," she says with a grimace, but I didn't pay attention to her, as she utters the words, I'm thinking about what the word, "master"

I ask her. She nods. “Say it honey, I need you to say it with your mouth” I tell her. “Yes, Mistress,” she says firmly. “I'm here to be your submissive.” “And what is a submissive??” I drawl. “A submissive is an owned girl, property of a dominant,” she replies. “Good girl,” I smirk. “Now, what does a submissive do?” “To serve their masters or mistress,” she replies with no hesitation. “Good girl!” Then I touch her ass softly, causing her to inhale sharply as my nails scratch her skin.

This felt so wrong but something deep inside of me, wanted to indulge, wanted him to have his way with me, anything to hear him say ‘those’ words again. “I know what you want and I will give you that and more if you agree to be my submissive.” My eyes widened. What… What was a submissive? What was he talking about? A deep chuckle rumbled in his throat as his face drew closer to mine, our lips barely inches apart and his warm breath caressing my face. “Your innocence humours me, Sister Yasmin. So naive…” Instinctively, I could feel my eyes closing and my face drawing nearer but instead, something smooth was pushed into my hands. I opened my eyes and his face was back at a reasonable distance.

“I don’t take orders from you!” “Have you forgotten your place in the pack hierarchy?” Dmitri appeared in the doorway behind her with only a towel around his waist. “Or do you think my orders are optional to follow just because you didn’t personally hear them come from my lips?” Her face fell as he spoke and she bowed her head slightly, exposing her neck in submission. “Of course I’m happy to fulfill any need you have, Alpha.” She smiled sweetly, turning her face back up to his. Slinking up beside him she ran her hand over his bare chest, “Shall I come back tonight to prove just how much I’m willing to please you again?”

These are just three random characters I've made up for this one shot, the submissive is a trans man (ftm) and the daddy and Master are cis men My daddy and Master have been edging me for hours on this bed. They've used everything they can think of to torture me with pleasure but haven't let me cum, bringing me dangerously close to the edge but never letting me feel the orgasm. They haven't even taken their leather pants off to reward me with their cocks.