Novel & Cerita Mature Submissive

If you cannot speak I will give you a ball to drop or you tap a part of my body -I expect you to answer my texts and calls within a reasonable time -Never be late to meet me, I don't like to wait The Submissive I, Mason Dharma, request of Damon Zhang the acceptance of my submission. I grant ownership of my mind and body and accept your care and protection of free will and open heart. Through this agreement, we may strengthen our bond and increase intimacy. I vow to provide my body to fulfill your needs to the fullest of my ability. Use of my body will be at your discretion. Furthermore, I will strive to better serve your needs and accept your guidance to help me become a better person.

"Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught." Devon shifted and said. "The ideal candidate would have sufficient submissive traits, most probably discovered by self searching, or experimentation with sexual mates. We could seek out several of these, train them up, and then assist them in finding more permanent masters, for a small fee of course." "Honestly Devon, I like

, but with your naturally submissive character, I doubt you even noticed that you were submitting to her. Now, you have to understand that none of us will force ourselves on you. That's not who we are or what we like. For us, submission is a choice and a way to show our love and devotion to those dominant to us. When we submit we don't care about our own pleasure, we only care about giving pleasure to our dominant. Any pleasures we experience are thought of as a gift from our dominant or as a submissive by-product of giving them pleasure. I've orgasmed numerous times just by licking my mother's or Brenda's pussies, it's an amazing feeling. All of us are open to each other's advances and none

I can't tolerate seeing the same girl's face for over a week, thus I often change my submissive. They're my maids, my slaves, my property, and I have the authority to do whatever I want with them. I don't compel them; they surrender to me with pleasure. They yearn to be ruled by me or my brother, Alexander. "I'm tired of seeing your face every day, so you're free to go." As she ties the knot of my robe, I shove her aside. "I thoroughly enjoyed serving as your submissive, Master." She bows before me, bringing a satisfactory smile to my face.

I pinch her nipple just so I can hear the delicious gasp that escapes her perfect lips. “N-No, Jace. I’m s-sorry.” I love my name on her lips, it's the only reason why I'm not making her call me Sir or Master. I’ve played around with BDSM, even took the required classes to become a Dominate, but I’ve never taken a submissive. That spot was always reserved for one person, and she’s about to start her first lesson on submitting to her Master.

It seemed the feisty sub wasn't only one having first-time experiences. "Now, it's better," I muttered, kneeling on the bed beside her folded knees. I gazed into her anticipated eyes, fully dilated. "You are naked and open to me." Excruciatingly slowly, my fingers dipped between her, feeling her hot, moist cunt. "Available for my pleasure, my touch, and at my mercy." Aurora's back arched a little, whimpering. "Please...please, Master." "Ah! Such an obedient submissive now." My finger slipped into her cunt, looking for the G-spot.

it’s about presence, confidence, and the ability to read your body like a book and rewrite it in the way they want. On the other hand, a submissive, or sub, is the one who gives in, willingly. They surrender their control and trust their Dom to take them to places they can't go on their own. It’s not about being weak. It’s about craving the freedom that comes from not having to lead, just to feel, respond, obey, and be consumed. Well…I’ve been both. And both sides awakened different parts of me. But nothing compares to what it felt like when my husband decided to test the limits of what I used to be… and remind me who I still am beneath it all.

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.

“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.

He watches me, scrutinizing every micro-expression on my face. — The life of a submissive is not a slave's life. It is a life of devotion. A constant dance between the will of her Master and her own. It is finding a form of freedom in servitude. It is existing in a space where "no" no longer exists, but where "yes" takes on a sacred resonance. He stands and walks slowly to the window, pulling aside a curtain to let a flood of light in. — So, the question is not whether you are ready. No one ever is. The question is… how far do you want to go? What is the depth of your own abyss? Do you want to dip your toes only, or are you ready to dive headfirst and explore the depths?