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Mother Serenity cried. Mary ignored her. “I’m Mary Stewart. Now let her go!” The man dropped Mother Serenity’s hand then shoved the woman back. He stared at Mary with interest, then let his gaze wander suggestively down her body and back up again. Mary’s cheeks flamed at the blatant disrespect, but she gave no quarter, staring back at the man with as much defiance as she dared. He snapped his fingers, and two men advanced on Mary, grabbing her before she could think to run. They had her on the floor in a split second, their hands fumbling with the hem of her gown. She had a beautiful body to die for.

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.

She was so responsive, allowing me to have my wicked way with her like a true submissive. I wanted to make her exactly that. My submissive. Willing to take my cock. Willing to give me pleasure. Her body was perfect for it. So supple and curvy and damn that ass. That perfectly peach-shaped ass. I couldn't wait to sink between them. I wanted to see the look on her face when I did. "Lay down," I ordered, watching as she swiftly obeyed. Her tits bounced lightly. They looked like round-shaped cakes with her red nipples serving as the cherry on top.

"I know your obedience is out of force, I want you to beg for me, to want me like the air you breathe, to crave me." He was saying all this while his hips were rhythmically rubbing against me. I understood that the game I was going to be a part of had just begun. I lifted my hands above my head, resting them on the pillow, showing submission and defenselessness. Seeing that he let my hair go and intertwined his fingers with mine, pinning my hands to the bed. “That’s better,” he breathed. “I’m glad you understand me.” Matteo's impressive cock was rubbing against my hip faster and harder. I could feel it slide over my tummy.

"The responsibilities of submissive include to refer to Master as Master or Sir, to ask permission to come, to follow Master's directions, and to be loyal to Master." I swallowed. "Keep going." "Neither party shall be allowed to form a sexual relationship with anyone else until the agreement is terminated. Submissive also agrees that she will surrender full control to Master during the term and will become a full time submissive and there will be a total power exchange between Master and submissive." Total power exchange. The words hung in the air. "You did not tell me that part," I said. "You did not ask." I crossed my arms. "What else did you not tell me?"

The Dominant agrees to listen to the Submissive’s feedback and adjust behavior accordingly. Clause 6: Discipline and Consequences Luciano will establish appropriate discipline for Evangéline when deemed necessary. These actions will be consensual and discussed beforehand, respecting the agreed-upon limits. Punishments, should they occur, are intended to reinforce boundaries, build trust, and enhance the dynamic, rather than to inflict harm. Clause 7: Subjugation of the Mind The Submissive consents to be mentally and emotionally guided by the Dominant during their interactions. The Dominant may provide direction, encouragement, and feedback on behavior or thoughts. The Submissive agrees to be

"Would you allow me to take you down my throat master? " My whole body tenses up, I'm even willing to bet my hair does too. How can I say no to such an invitation. I shake my head and my little pupil straightens up. She reaches between my legs again and helps me remove the canvas straw I'm wearing. I find myself wearing only a sweater, my tail wagging in all directions. Lisa inks her gaze to mine before looking down at my lust-stricken sex, which almost seems to have grown in size. Lisa grasps it between her slender fingers and shifts it up and down. Her gaze is always locked on mine. She knows I love it, she knows I love seeing her so offered up, so submissive. She runs her tongue over her

Some Masters prefer a crier, others don't, like the one that trained me, he preferred my silence to my screams. The only sound he approved of was me moaning or gagging and I hated that, he ruined sex for me, along with every man I have been with. Stepping off the bed, I stroll towards him, “Level one Submissive, no triggers, loves wax, could be suspended in air with shebari for hours, coming in your mouth silently or pleadingly.” I quote my file, “So tell me Sir, did I take my punishment well? If you're not pleased, you can shove your displeasure up your asshole.”

Eve spent the entire trip fondling her servant while casually chatting with the driver about road conditions and possible hurricanes. By the time they got home, Trish was aroused and desperate for sex. Eve ordered her to put her hands against the wall and remain in that position, no matter what. Trish would get her orgasm, but she'd have to remain in that submissive posture for her Mistress to oblige her.

Willow continued, “at a mall during a big family holiday. What kind of turnout could you possibly expect?” “Oooh,” another of the men said, suddenly looking at Willow very intently. “Major brat vibes from this one.” “Brat vibes?” Willow said. The man nodded. “It’s when you’re a submissive and, while your primary goal is to please your Dom like other subs, you like to make him or her work for it a bit. Push some buttons, break some rules, that sort of thing. Does that sound like you?” Willow felt her face flush again. “Maybe...”