Mature Submissive Women Novels & Stories

Alice asked. "Because they enjoy it," I said. I pointed to the collars and cuffs on Lisa, Janet and myself. "All three of us are submissives, sex slaves to our Masters. Reneé is also submissive. We enjoy being subservient to our Masters. Normally, we'd all be naked, waiting on our Dominants hand and foot, doing whatever they required us to do. We're only dressed because we're speaking to you and don't believe it would be appropriate to interview you in the nude."

“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-”

"Because women don't beckon to your will. You have them locked up, you break them. This is really sick, you are sick. I feel so disgusted and irritated by you. You think I want to spend the rest of my life with someone as sick as you are. Then you must be stupid." I began to laugh crazily, why do some men treat ladies like crap. It baffles me a lot when I see some submissive women do things even when they don't want to do it. My mother went through this and I won't watch my self get broken till I'm submissive to one bastard. I stopped laughing and began to cry all of a sudden, all this was draining and I was getting so tired. I could feel Grace and Paloma's eyes on me. If it was possible I w

They fuck me through it, drawing the orgasm out until I’m sobbing, legs shaking uncontrollably. Before I can recover, they flip me onto my hands and knees. The blindfold stays on. Someone grabs my hair, arching my back. New fingers push into me from behind. Deeper this time. A different rhythm — rougher. Another woman reaches under me to play with my swinging breasts, tugging my nipples hard. “Such a perfect submissive whore,” someone says. “Husband works hard to buy this big house and you’re in here getting gangbanged by the neighborhood wives.”

“I’m your fat-titted pain slut. My cunt and ass belong to you. I’m not a lawyer anymore… I’m just your slave.” The words poured out of me between sobs. All the shame, all the arousal, all the years of secret submissive desires finally came rushing out. Ciara made me repeat it while she fucked me with the dildos again. I came harder than I ever had in my life, screaming my submission while my body convulsed. When it was over I lay on the floor in a puddle of my own juices, covered in welts and tears, completely spent. Ciara stroked my hair almost gently.

RAVEN I typed Cougar p**n on the search bar and my eyes met hundreds of them. I scrolled through the list quickly, eyes searching the most mouth watering freeze frame that would make my pussy wetter. The video played loudly over my headset with a whole lot of sucking and soft moaning. I watched closely as the older woman, early forties at least, had the younger innocent lady in a leash suck her boobs, whipping her with a whip as she did. I sucked in my breath, the sight of the whip landing on her ass making my pussy grip at the same time, made my heart quiver.

I ask her. She nods. “Say it honey, I need you to say it with your mouth” I tell her. “Yes, Mistress,” she says firmly. “I'm here to be your submissive.” “And what is a submissive??” I drawl. “A submissive is an owned girl, property of a dominant,” she replies. “Good girl,” I smirk. “Now, what does a submissive do?” “To serve their masters or mistress,” she replies with no hesitation. “Good girl!” Then I touch her ass softly, causing her to inhale sharply as my nails scratch her skin.

The two busty women took turns making out with him, their skilled tongues dancing and twisting against his. “Whoa! They’re such incredible kissers!” the teen thought in awe. Though he had kissed girls before, he had never experienced anything like the expert, hungry way these mature women devoured his mouth. Meanwhile, Amber was bouncing vigorously up and down the full length of his cock, her meaty ass-cheeks slapping loudly and lewdly against his crotch in a steady, powerful fuck-rhythm. “Fuck him, sis!” Jane shouted, eagerly awaiting her turn. “Fuck his big teenage cock!”

He made a call on the radio and he was told Riley was about five minutes away. The sergeant asked all of us, "Is anyone not here of their own free will?" Yes, definitely questions about the dungeon. We all answered we were here of our own free will. "What's with all the bondage gear in the house?" He asked. "I'm a dominatrix," Mistress Dark replied. "My name is Michelle Sombre. I own this house. These are my two submissives, Rose and Penelope. I run a submissive training business under the name of Mistress Dark. You can find me on the web. The other three are here for training. They are to be returned to their dominant's on Monday. They agreed to the training and may leave at any time by giv

I am Hemanth, a 19-year-old Indian boy, living with my parents in a quiet suburban neighborhood. I had always been a shy, introverted kid, but lately, I had developed a fascination with BDSM and pegging. I spent hours online, watching videos and reading stories about dominant women using strap-ons to fuck their submissive male partners. The idea of being dominated, edged, and tortured by a powerful milf consumed my thoughts.