Que Es Ser Sumisa Novels & Stories

Just because my Charli could submit didn’t mean she was weak. On the contrary, it took a strong woman to be submissive, to relent and trust. That was the woman she was. Charli was fucking hot as hell when she gave herself—on her knees, her chin bowed, and eyes veiled. When she acquiesced, it was a gift, an offer to surrender her body and mind—her two most powerful assets. That’s what submission was meant to be, a gift. Something given, not something that was required or taken.

“Do you care for your mate, Jesse?” “Of course I do!” “Do you plan to undermine or betray him?” “No!” “Then continue as you are. Be yourself. Show yourself true. And when he acts poorly, require more from him.” “Require more? Maya—I’m submitted. I’m his slave. I don’t get to require anything from him.” She leaned forward, her eyes glinting. “Submission is not the absence of care or intelligence, Jesse. It is the intentional offering of one’s will in service to another. I have been trying to show you—has nothing I’ve said gotten through that thick human skull of yours?”

“Why don’t you ask us some questions? It might put your mind at ease.” “Yeah, okay.” Jade took a sip of her drink. “Why are you naked?” “Because master Brady requires me to be.” She replied. “So he forces you to be?” “Dear God, no!” Joanne laughed. “My master never forces me to do anything. I give him my service to make him happy. If he requires me naked, then I am naked for him.” “Being a submissive is about giving yourself to someone.” Destiny added in. “We do everything we can to please our dominant. But if it is something we are unwilling to do, they respect that.”

it’s about presence, confidence, and the ability to read your body like a book and rewrite it in the way they want. On the other hand, a submissive, or sub, is the one who gives in, willingly. They surrender their control and trust their Dom to take them to places they can't go on their own. It’s not about being weak. It’s about craving the freedom that comes from not having to lead, just to feel, respond, obey, and be consumed. Well…I’ve been both. And both sides awakened different parts of me. But nothing compares to what it felt like when my husband decided to test the limits of what I used to be… and remind me who I still am beneath it all.

“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-”

My thumb scrolled down again, this time, my spirit tugged me towards a section labelled; correction. My breath hitched. ‘The submissive is expected to obey the dominant in all things without question. She is to procure the services of a gynaecologist of the Dominant’s choice every three months for contraceptives. The submissive shall be punished with any or more of these things once the dominant sees her actions as requiring such treatment…. Does the submissive consent to the use of;

I still didn't move, after all, I hadn't been ordered to speak or move. I had studied a lot about this world, about what was expected of me. What the posture of a submissive, a slave, or a brat, among other subs positions is like, and in this case, I had just signed a submissive/slave contract, which meant I was at the mercy of their orders. "Interesting... Very interesting..."

Just Dominus. Which was... strangely hotter than it should have been. The heading read “CONFIDENTIAL SUBMISSION AGREEMENT” Between: Dominus (Hereafter referred to as "The Dominant") and Aria Liana Valente (Hereafter referred to as "The Submissive") This agreement is entered into willingly, knowingly, and with full consent by both parties for the sole purpose of engaging in a Dom/Sub dynamic that includes, but is not limited to, physical, psychological, sensual, and emotional submission.

He can't know anything. Aiden snorts, cold. “Please. I’d have to fuck a girl to feel anything for her. Danika listens. She’s structured. She fits into my schedule at Velmorian.” “You’d take her there?” “Yes,” Aiden replies. “They don’t have submissives. I need one who follows orders.” Miller chuckles darkly. “No man wants a girl with brains, Mr. Abbott. You’ll rot her. A good submissive needs nothing but a body and an empty head. Something to fuck and fill with obedience. You’ll ruin her with books and agency.”

"You're submissive." Dante's footsteps halted, Nate hearing a long exhale from him. "Now that," he glanced over his shoulder with a smirk, "I am." He returned his gaze to the front door and shrugged his shoulders, lifting his hands as well, "I thought you'd be able to satisfy me after you screamed at me today and I adored when you threatened to kill me." He began walking forward again, "But you're useless to me. And you have to pay your debt for threatening to take my life, so—"