Mature Submissive Women Novels & Stories

Duties include 24/7 availability, immediate obedience, and complete sexual use at their discretion. My pussy clenches on the word use. A slow, deep throb that makes me shift in my chair and press my knees tighter. I keep reading. The submissive will wear a collar at all times. The submissive will be available for office use during and after business hours. The submissive will be bred and claimed at the discretion of her owners. Bred. The word sits in my stomach like a hot coal. I can feel myself getting wet, not damp, not slightly aroused, wet. The kind of wet that soaks through underwear and makes the fabric cling.

Tell me how you'd feel as the sub slut. "I want my mistress to use me, I want to please her too," breathed Maria, as she rubbed her clit and finger fucked her pussy. "If she sat on my face and nearly suffocated me, I'd fucking love that. Please, Mistress, slap my tits, nice and hard, right on my nipples. Oh god, she's grinding her clit and pussy on my face. It's hard to breathe, but I love it."

A collared sub kneeled to the side of the alcove and watched closely. The woman taking the beating sobbed loudly, but Kyle continued to make her dance. "Hi." The sub's voice was soft. Matt looked at the pretty woman dressed in a black leather corset, lace panties, and black thigh highs. She wore more than most of the subs at the club. Matt answered because he knew she wouldn't talk to him if her Dom didn't want her to. "Do you think he'll be up to paying some attention to my friend when he's done?"

One was tied hands and legs to a pole with her small ass out, while the other with a strap-on fucked her from behind. The second which was a little more interesting than the first, starred a woman who was the sub, and her three male doms. The sub was turned down, her legs and hands spread apart on two poles. Her fake, plastic boobs were on clamps and she had a red blindfold over her eyes which was the only piece of clothing on her body.

His body came to rest against the hot cheeks of her bottom, hands holding her steady, then the two of them thrust with the same rhythm she remembered from so long ago. Heat and need coiled inside her, her pussy clamping around Lucian ’s cock, her body rejoicing with the pleasure running through her. “Our little Lisa definitely wants her Daddies’ cocks,” Mateo said, using her hair to control her movements even more now that Lucian was fucking her from behind. She was trapped between them, a willing toy for their pleasure, happy to take everything they had to give her. Every word out of Mateo’s mouth sent her soaring higher, She felt more submissive than ever, trusting them to take care of her

Dakota shouted, "We promise, no fooling around until you get in there." Dakota and Shaina made their way to the office, and Dakota pulled up the folder with her pictures. Shaina asked, "What are all these other folders with women's names?" Dakota replied, "Those are pics of other nude mature women. Maxwell has a thing for the mature woman, thirty-something to fifty-something, he told me." Shaina smiled. "Well, that qualifies me?" Shaina then inquired, "How do you feel about him looking at these other women? You're not jealous or anything?"

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.

“Take my cock like the little slut that you are.” My body clenched around him, head thrown back, eyes hooded and raw uncontrollable moans left my throat. I caught Angel’s pathetic state from the corner of my eye. Her skirt was ripped up to her waist, legs spread open, such that I could see her glistening pink pussy as she worked her fingers on them, trying to chase her release. My gaze landed on her tits, they were full and percky, as if inviting me to take them between my teeth and suck them till she was a trembling mess.

Two people fighting for both domination and submission. The lyrics have never really appealed to me until right in this very minute. Isn't submission an outlet? A way of forgetting your worries? Your fears? Your responsibilities? Your everyday life? Would being submissive help me move on from my hell? Could I be submissive? Was I ever a submissive woman? "I love the way you look at me, I love the way you smack my ass, I love the dirty things you do, I have control of you.." Butterflies swarm my belly as I sing the words..

My whole body went numb with rage when I heard their words! “She’s your mother too!” The entire crowd erupted in derisive laughter. “Has this woman lost her mind? Mrs. Roth is standing right here!” “Hilarious! First, her mom pretended to be Mrs. Roth. Now, she’s acting like she’s Miss Roth. Don’t these two have any shame?” Tarni looked at me with haughty disdain. “You poor thing. Did you never see your father growing up? “No wonder. Your mother’s a woman of loose morals. She doesn’t even know who your father is. That’s why she’s barking at my father like a mad dog!”