Que Es Ser Sumisa Novels & Stories

I'm helpless but to let him take what he wants. I cry out in tortured ecstasy. The pleasure is overwhelming and he's turning me into a fucking addict, willing to do anything to get my fix. Is this what people mean when they talk about being submissive? Because if it is, I am absolutely submissive. I'm ready to let him take whatever he wants, consequences be damned. Hell, he could twist me into a pretzel and fuck me all night and I would have absolutely no problem with it. I don't care what he does as long as he doesn't stop.

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.

I tried to come up and meet him halfway, but he wouldn’t have any of that. “I think it’s time to read the rules out to you, my love. I am the Dom and you are my submissive. That simply means that I am in absolute control. I am not a closet sub, Graciela. I don’t only want you to obey me whenever we are in the bedroom, at all times, I want you to be submissive to me, but when we are in this room, you are going to be one hundred percent submissive to me. You won’t disobey me, you will do everything I ask without question or complaints. If you disobey me, I will punish you.” He told me, making me widen my eyes in shock, making him chuckle at my reaction.

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.

“Carlo isn't someone you can take on headstrong, he's always been a stubborn child.” “No shit.” She tilted her head offering me a soft smile. “I know you never asked for any of this, you hate it here, I know. But to survive here you have to uh…” She paused as if searching for a word in her head. “Sottomessa.” I frowned, not understanding what the hell that word meant. She chuckled, obviously noticing my struggle. “I don't know what it is called in English but it means to show complete obedience, don’t argue with him—”

I mean, I was capably fine with keeping my body fit without the help of others. OBEDIENCE The Submissive will obey ALL the rules and instructions given by the Dominant and will do everything asked without hesitation and by free will. The Submissive shall fully trust the Dominant with not just her body, but with her personal needs and everything outside the contract. (But if he thought I was going to let him fist my vagina ‘without hesitation and by free will', then he had to be a sick fuck. I was just too glad I had ruled that one out, no matter how badly he coaxed me into letting it stay. I was hard on that one, no first in my vagina or anywhere near me. That and many other gut-wrenching th

He and I had been friends back in the day, and my family had helped his family plenty. However, things were different now. He leered at me when he saw me. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Elisa Camden, the heiress of the Camden family. How the mighty have fallen—you're nothing but an escort now! Come on, let me take a good look at you."

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?

If you cannot speak I will give you a ball to drop or you tap a part of my body -I expect you to answer my texts and calls within a reasonable time -Never be late to meet me, I don't like to wait The Submissive I, Mason Dharma, request of Damon Zhang the acceptance of my submission. I grant ownership of my mind and body and accept your care and protection of free will and open heart. Through this agreement, we may strengthen our bond and increase intimacy. I vow to provide my body to fulfill your needs to the fullest of my ability. Use of my body will be at your discretion. Furthermore, I will strive to better serve your needs and accept your guidance to help me become a better person.