Mature Submissive Women Novels & Stories

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.

I honestly wanted to answer back but I couldn’t lie about the fact that I really am… errr ‘was’ so crazy about him when I was younger. “Well, accepting the deal that she will become a dog by someone… isn’t that a clear sign that she was willing to become submissive? Why do women become submissive? One, they are abused. Second, they are in love, or third, they are just clearly crazy.” Bianca stared at me – giving me the right to choose. I exasperatedly sighed. “It doesn’t matter anymore! That’s all in the past. And I already told you about our thing. Isn’t that what you were after?”

I let out a soft, breathy sound, my wolf leaning hard into his dominant mass, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck to anchor him against me. “Cut the mating displays and look at the monitors,” Zuberi snapped, his fingers flying across the glowing crystal interface of the massive spirit web network screen mounted on the reinforced stone wall. I grabbed a heavy leather pelt from the back of the bench and launched it straight at his head, making him duck with a low grunt.

But instead of working, I had my skirt rucked up around my waist, legs spread wide under my desk, and two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy. The video on my screen was paused on the most dangerous frame: a tall, elegant woman in a crisp black suit, very much like Victoria, had her much younger submissive bent over a glass desk. The dominant’s hand was fisted in the girl’s hair, strap-on buried to the hilt in her dripping cunt, the submissive’s mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

I rolled away a little more so he could reach the keyboard and watched as he scrolled through the different categories the site offered. I read where he stopped. "Milf's?" "Yup," Chris nodded, as he clicked on it. "Older women Matt, they are the way to go." I watched the site come up and looked at the various videos. "Yeah, but I mean they're old," I laughed. "They're like Mom's age." "But they know how to fuck man!" Chris exclaimed. "They been around and know what they love, and ain't shy about it, that's what you want isn't it?"

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.

There’s one with two teenage girls on their knees, their hands bound as they suck a cock from a glory hole. The eroticism makes my breath falter. They spark the fires of my need, and I can feel my pussy leaking love juices. “I’m definitely going to apply to be drawn like this next year.” I hear one woman saying as she faces the drawing of a dominatrix bouncing on one of the cocks of her submissive while stroking the other submissive’s cock. The lady beside her chuckles. “Then I’m going to buy that drawing during next year’s exhibition.” The first woman gasps. “Why would you want to have my drawing hanging somewhere in your house, Ana!?” There’s a quiet laugh in her voice.

Falling into the deepest abyss. I was in a dark room, or, at least it felt like a room. It was so dark I couldn't see where, or even if, there were walls. " So the little whore is up to his old tricks." Marren's voice echoed through the dark space. I broke out in a cold sweat and tried to steady my voice, " F-fuck off...just leave me alone." " Well, if you returned your REBELLIOUS LITTLE ASS BACK TO ME, I'd consider it. Property isn't supposed to leave its owner you know."

“Uhmm, excuse me…” she paused for a sudden. Then Laurene continued. “Heaven, this is Summer Wiley..” Laurene introduced Summer then next is Candice. “And this is Candice Morrison.” as Heaven met them all, they shook their hands. “You’re Heaven Marquez, right?” Candice abruptly takes a move. “Y-yes, I am..” Heaven replied. “Oh my–” “I know he is one of the men that you are fantasizing about, Candice, but don’t expect that he’ll like you. Right, my loving Heaven? I mean, Mr. Marquez?” Heaven just chuckled at their silliness.