Novel & Cerita Mature Submissive Women

Trigger Warning: This story contains graphic content, intense power dynamics, explicit sex between women, and themes of submission that may be triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is advised. The room was hot now. Not just from the air. From them. From cum, sweat, heat, tongues, nails, spit, control. All three women were naked. Their dresses discarded. Heels still strapped to their feet. Nipple rings, bruises, bite marks…they wore their submission like status. But tonight? They weren’t submissive.

The same voice guided through the auction. It was already terrible to watch her lying so weak and unconscious in that cage. But my limits were tested when she woke up and I saw the brand on her chest. I had never seen Carys that helpless and terrified before. She clearly struggled to fight the brand’s control on herself, but failed every time. “Submissive women are no more fun. The real fun’s now in bringing dominant ones on their knees and under you like little whores and sluts.” “I am getting this one on my bed tonight…”

the slightly mature-looking woman answered softly. They were at a movie premiere, and there was a huge crowd around them. An aura spread out into the crowd as both of them entered the backstage with some people. No one noticed them. "Look, that’s your junior,” the slightly older woman pointed at someone who had just walked down the stage and said. "Huh? Didn’t you tell me that I’m your only disciple? When did you get another one?” the younger-looking woman asked with a pout. "I can’t help it if I’m lucky. I can’t believe I found someone who possesses the rare Euphony Physique,” she replied and went forward.

46. I like to dominate cute goth girls like you. I like to treat entertainers like the sluts and whores I’m paying you to be. I want to make you gag on my cock and stretch you with toys until your pussy is used up and dripping, juicy. I want anal play, deep and hard, and I want to slap your ass while I’m doing it. Another thing, high on my list, is that I want to punish those lovely big tits of yours. And all the while, I want you to be a good little girl and call me Sir.

My eyes closed against my will, exhaustion finally winning over fear. Tomorrow, I'd figure out a plan. Tomorrow, I'd find a way to truly escape. But tonight, I just needed to survive. —————- Alex. "She's perfect," Nick murmured, his gray eyes tracking the submissive across Club Gold's main floor. "Beautiful, willing, experienced." I followed his gaze. The woman was indeed beautiful—tall, blonde, confident in her nudity and her submission. She knelt gracefully for her Dom, accepting his collar with a serene smile.

Domica logged in. Her inbox was still full. But one request caught her eye. Client ID: PetalX Session: Private Request: “Please, Mistress. Let me be pretty for you tonight. Use me how you like.” Gender: F Experience Level: Submissive. Oral. Edge-trained. Good at staying still. Needs to feel beautiful.” Domica’s lips curled slowly. She selected “Accept.” The screen split open to reveal a woman on her knees. Young, maybe twenty-five, with cinnamon-brown skin and breasts she clearly wanted noticed. Her nipples were pierced—silver rings gleaming under a soft mesh bralette. She wore nothing else but black lipstick and a velvet ribbon tied in a bow around her throat.

She explained and I was impressed. "For example, Marita is a sub, while Kira, Thalia and Suain are dominant females. Your precious mate, Isabel and Verin, your mommy slut are both submissive." "Hold on, you say Marita is a sub? But she leads the others." "Yeah, at her core, she's a sub. Life is a theater and so she can act her part very well because of her role. She's no different from Dyelin." She smiled and increased the pressure with her feet. "You see, I'm bisexual."

But it was the people that caught my attention. There had to be forty people in the space. Dominants and submissives in various states of undress, some engaged in scenes, others watching, the energy thick with sex and power. A tall woman in leather approached us. "Dominants Four and Submissive Seven. We've been expecting you. I'm Mistress Catherine, and I run the club. You've signed all the consent forms?" "We have," Dante confirmed. "Excellent. Then let me give you the tour." She led us through the space, explaining the different stations. The fucking benches where submissives could be mounted and used. The glory hole wall where subs could service anonymous cocks. The sensory deprivation ch

Jennifer nodded against the older woman's neck, as she moaned out, "Yes, ma'am." Linda tightened her hold on the tiny girl's body and added more speed to her thrusting hips, as she continued, "Being my submissive pussy girl turns you on, doesn't it, you little slut?" Jennifer was already on the verge of her next orgasm and could only moan affirmatively against the blonde mother's neck. Linda smirked at her surrogate daughter's reply and reaction to her dirty talk, as she continued, "I bet being dominated by an older woman makes your tight little cunt dripping wet. Or are you turned on that it's me that's making you into my lesbian sex slave? I bet you're more turned on because I'm like a mot

I was sure to enjoy her for months on end. At last she sat up, letting me wrap an arm loosely around her waist. “Am I the first girl?” she queried. “Or you've done this a lot of times?” I shrugged. “Well, my subjects are all submissive to me. Last year, I opened a club of submissives. Most come bearing the will to serve. I've only had to tame my mate.” Her brows rode up. “You have a mate?” “I had a mate,” I corrected her. “She's no more.”