Mature Submissive Novels & Stories

He shudders violently, howling in pleasure. I'm in love with him. To the point where I swallow it all. I want to impress him. I want to serve him. I want to be his, physically and spiritually. I want him to dominate me, to claim me as his possession and to be an object he can use anytime he likes. I want to worship him! So this is what it feels like to be submissive. In this state, technically I'm a slut—his slut. I lay on top of him, giving myself to him like a willing prisoner.

“Damn, okay, I see why she keeps rejecting my offer, but there are couple activities, you know, there is the claiming ritual.” “Claiming?” “Oh right, you asked me a question before, ‘subs’, was it? Subs are submissives, people who like to give up control to someone else. Sometimes, it's sexual; sometimes, it's not; this time, however, it is most definitely sexual. Anyway, claiming is where a ‘dom’, in this case, dominant, a submissive’s master, claims a submissive as her own in a room full of their most favoured sex partners or exes. This is for locals, though, because most locals know who dates who; I don’t know if you’d make the cut as Lizzy’s submissive, but-”

“Well then, you’re going to have them with me. Every single day with me as your dominant and you…. As my submissive… “ He told her. She was now trapped with him and now, she is his submissive and him… her dominant. THIS BOOK CONTAINS HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT AND ABUSE. IF YOU CAN'T STAND ANY MENTION ABOVE, THEN KINDLY PASS.

“Look at you. My perfect baby girl, naked and waiting for her Daddy exactly as she was told. So obedient. So ready to learn how Daddy really likes to fuck.” He opened the bag and pulled out several items: soft black rope, leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a thick leather belt. My heart raced faster at the sight. “From now on, sweetheart,” he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?”

He exclaimed, his eyes widened. Well, I am glad he noticed. At least I don't have to remind him that he would be better off in the other role. “And what about the role of a submissive?” He asked. “Basically, the submissive agrees to entirely trust and submit to his master. He is responsible for achieving the goal his dominant will have fixed for him, those that will make him bloom in his submission. Communication is one of the most important concepts of the lifestyle, his duties include to bring honor and respect to his master. To always be honest in his response, to ask for permission and advice before he makes any major decisions and to obey any of the master's commands without hesitation.

The desperate smile I had worn when entering the tavern completely vanished, replaced by a sudden wave of panic, fear, and raw rejection. Malakai raised a heavy, clawed hand to cut me off. "After shielding your broken body from the rival packs for two full winters, I think my bloodline deserves better treatment. All three of us do. Zuberi... Kade... I have no issue with your hunt, nor do I care if you want to keep this male as your submissive mate." And with that final growl, he turned and bounded down the tavern stairs. Zuberi and I were so shocked by his dominant display that neither of us could reach out to grab his leather sleeve. What was tearing his beast apart?

Lifting me onto the desk, he spread my legs wide and re-entered me in one thrust. Face to face now, he stared into my tear-filled eyes as he railed me. His hand returned to my throat. “Say it again. Tell me what you are.” “I’m your submissive slut, Master,” I gasped between moans, my voice hoarse. “I’m yours to use. To degrade. To breed. Please cum inside me. Pump me full. I need it so badly.” His thrusts grew erratic, deeper, more possessive. He pinched my nipples hard, twisting them as he growled filthy praises and degradations.

Is that because I said everything is interesting? “No, you’re not. You’re a switch, or, at least, possibly. You said your fantasy was doing what I do to a woman. That makes you a switch, not a submissive. A submissive doesn’t delve into the side of becoming a Dom or Domme. You, however, have a fantasy to do that, so you're most likely a switch.” Laughing, my eyes look up at him. Is he trying to trick me? Then again, I am sure I saw the word ‘switch’ while reading.

will indicate an approach to the limits of play. **Section Three: Submissive’s pledge** I will do my best to serve Miss Khali Luciano. I will work hard to correct any insecurities or inhibitions that interfere with my capability to serve her. I will grow as a person. I will maintain honest and open communication. My surrender as a submissive is done with the knowledge that nothing asked of me will demean me as a person and in no way diminish my own responsibilities towards making the utmost use of my potential.

The word throbbed on his lips, full of laughter and hunger. “No,” she replied, holding him in a steady gaze. "I want to submit. But not on your terms. I do not submit out of fear of hellfire or contract violation. I submit because I want to feel your mastery. I want to be pleasing you because it is my own desire to do so. The power dynamic remains. You are the Master. I am the willing submissive. But the foundation changes from coercion to consent."