Mature Submissive Novels & Stories

She began— “I’m willing to help but with difficult conditions. If I take you in and shield you, if I’m going to protect you from Matteo, you will not be my equal. You can never be my husband or partner again. You will be my submissive. You know I’m craving for a BDSM male sub. I think you will be the best choice. You will be like my domestic servant. A property in and out of my bedroom.” The message was clear. “You want freedom from them? You give yourself to me.”

“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.

a sad face draws from mother Amy when she said that with a sad tone. She slowly lowered her head. And for a while, when I turned my eyes to mother Isabella, her hands were clasped together. Her head was just slightly bent down also. Seems her position is that she was just listening to us. Suddenly, Candice put her hands on mother Isabella, as she was seated right next to her. This time, it seems the atmosphere changed when we heard Candice says something.

Josh spoke in a hushed tone, "Dude, your mate is scary as fuck." "I second that emotion." The response had come from Jax, who was walking towards us with a nodding Fin. They took up the seat next to Josh, Jax sitting on Fin's lap. Fin wrapped his hand around Jax's waist as he spoke, "First, he beats Nico, then he causes his Beta to submit. Now he's curled up in your lap. He's definitely not your normal sub. In fact, if I didn't see the way he acted around you, I don't think I'd consider him a sub at all. I'd rather not get on his bad side."

I stare off into the distance, letting myself imagine—just for a moment. Would this be my life one day? A home of my own. Pets who adore me. Freedom. Love. Someone who truly sees me. I wish. But deep down, I doubt it. Deep down, I know I'll get the opposite. The two of them walk over after a while, arms linked, and I smile softly as Mark takes a seat opposite me. He studies me with interest. I tilt my head playfully. “What?” I ask. “You’re very different from a standard submissive,” he says eventually. I shrug. “I don't think so. The other girls are better actors. Also, I just suck at following rules. Plus, I have sensitive knees, so that’s a no-go.”

Personal Qualities: The Submissive will not enter into any sexual relations with anyone other than the Dominant. The Submissive will conduct herself respectfully and modestly at all times. She must recognize that her behavior is a direct reflection on the Dominant. She shall be held accountable for any misdeeds, wrongdoings, and misbehavior committed when not in the presence of the Dominant. Failure to comply with any of the above will result in immediate punishment, the nature of which shall be determined by the Dominant.

He grabbed my chin and said, "I'll hurt you and ruin you. I'm a fucked up man who was turned on when you were on your kness with tears running down your face as you begged me to spare your father's life." I didn't hesitate to get on my knees. "I submit to you Milomir Petrov. I want you to ruin me. I want to be yours and surrender my body to you." "Are you sure? There is no turning back. Once I say you're mine then you're mine. Forever." I nodded my head. "I want to be yours." " Are you aware of the Dom and Sub relationship?" "Just a little…" "It treads a thin line between pain and pleasure but don't worry, I'll show you. Will you give me control of your body, mind and soul?"

Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission.

Rowan led me to the bed and in a few minutes, I had my hands cuffed to the bedpost and a metal bar was in between my legs. "You're so wet and ready." Matteo groaned, his eyes stuck on my pussy. "And you guys are still naked." I dared to be sassy. A dark look crossed Rowan's face and within seconds, his slender fingers were around my neck, threatening to squeeze. "Is that any way to talk to your masters?" Immediately falling into the position of a submissive and their slut, my eyes fell. "No. I'm sorry, master." Still, Rowan tightened his grip and I coughed. His eyes glistened with amusement as he released my neck. I wanted to tell him to choke me some more but I'd told them to use me as they

The rough, hard and fast part not so much but they enjoyed it nonetheless. Back to Mia’s type of guys, she might have run away from Bryant but those God damn sapphire eyes didn’t hide the fact that she was a submissive in bed. The type that liked being dominated, ordered around, the type that came while sucking a man’s off, the type that begged to be fucked like no tomorrow, the type that—fuck, untrammeled lust spiked up my legs, tugged at my balls at the thought of Mia sucking anyone-me off, the sensation travelled up my length and I was fuming now.