Stories Of Submission Novels & Stories

Shayari asked bewildered by his sudden change in behaviour and tone She felt something weird when he called her Sub. "On your knees Sub now!" Aarhan said staring at her with his predatory gaze "I said on your knees, Sub!" Aarhan said a little loud when she did not reacted and Shayari was on her knees in the very next moment She does not know that what happened to her but she felt the urge to oblige and submit to him. "Now that is like a good sub who listens to her dom. You will never disobey me, am I clear sub?" Aarhan asked and she nodded

) and Sophia Martinez ("Submissive" TERMS: Submissive agrees to seven consecutive days (168 hours) of complete sexual availability to Dominant Upon completion, Submissive's debt of $150,000 is cleared entirely, documented, legally binding Submissive may terminate arrangement at any time using safeword "RED", which reverts to standard payment options Submissive consents to: rough sex, all holes, multiple partners if Dominant chooses, degradation, objectification, BDSM elements, recording for Dominant's private use Hard limits: no permanent damage, no scat, no minors, no animals

He took a second to savor the clean, damp scent of her hair, the feel of her breasts against his, and her 'little girl' clutching him to her lower abdomen. “The first thing you should know,” he said softly against her hair, “submission is a request, and if necessary, coercion.” He ran a hand down her back, past the curve of her bottom until he reached her slightly parted lips on her 'little girl'. She gasped and stiffened in his arms. “And even if I torment you, I always find a way to make you feel great.” He gently rubbed her, coaxing her mysterious place to swell under his fingers. "Right?" She nodded, but hugged him tighter. “Do you believe me?” She shook her head. Eric sighed. "I guess y

Eli was the latter. I saw it in the way his body tensed before relaxing into my touch. In the way his breath hitched, his skin flushed with something dangerously close to shame. He was still fighting it, still pretending that he had a choice. But submission wasn’t about choice. It was about acceptance. And I was going to make him accept his place beneath us. Matteo’s fingers were in his mouth, forcing his jaw open, his tongue dancing on his fingers as he sucked obediently. I smirked, trailing my hand down his spine, loving the way he trembled under my touch.

William saw the exact moment realization settled inside her. That she wasn’t simply aroused by BDSM. She craved surrender. Real surrender. Not weakness. Relief. The realization softened her expression into something achingly vulnerable. And William felt another dangerous pull low in His chest. Too fast. Far too fast. He rarely spoke this openly with newcomers, yet somehow Ruby kept drawing honesty out of Him effortlessly. “Most people misunderstand submission,” He said quietly. “They think it’s about obedience alone.” Ruby listened carefully. “But real submission,” He continued, “requires extraordinary trust. You place parts of yourself into someone else’s hands and believe they’ll protect t

"You've not even begun to understand it yet." "Submission is not the forcing of a woman. It is not surrender. It is her choice to bow to someone she deems worthy of her." "What does that mean?" "It means I want you to learn the strength I possess that does not entail bending you to my will by brute force." "Then how?" "Let me show you?" He dropped his hand from the hair at my forehead and offered it to me. It was massive. Like the great paw of a bear rather than the fingers of a mere man.

“I chose to lower them. I chose to trust someone for the first time in my adult life. I chose submission—not because I’m weak, but because I’m strong enough to surrender to someone who’s earned it.” She looked at the cameras, at the journalists scribbling notes, at the world that would judge her no matter what she said. “Our relationship includes elements that some people find shocking. Power exchange. Protocols. Dynamics that don’t fit conventional expectations. But I want you to understand something: every aspect of what we do is negotiated. Every boundary is discussed. Every act of submission is also an act of consent, freely given and freely revoked.” She paused. Let the words sink in.

One post in particular stuck with me: *"My Dom says that submission is a gift I give him, not something he takes from me. That on my knees, I'm not weak—I'm powerful because I choose to be there. He's taught me the difference between surrendering because I'm afraid and surrendering because I trust. It's changed everything."* Could I do that? Could I kneel for Alex and Nick not out of fear but out of choice? Could I trust them enough to surrender control and know they'd treasure that gift instead of abusing it?

"This is what men want. Submission. And they will fall at the feet of whoever can give it to them." She stares back at me, annoyed, confused and disoriented, her eyes narrowing like she's just figuring out that I had kissed her just to buttress a point. She definitely feels used- it shines in her eyes- but she hides it well- her embarrassment; her outrage. "You haven't fallen at my feet yet." "You haven't submitted yet, Thirteen," I return. "Not really. I tasted sweet surrender on your lips, but every other part of you fights me like I'm your menace. Submission is done willingly."

“All my life, I was always being ordered around without questioning anything because I was nobody. In the past ten months especially, I was always being forced into submission. No matter what disgusting things I was forced to do, I did them because I had no other choice. My choices were to either submit or suffer. At first I resisted, I said no, I disobeyed because what was being ordered of me was something I didn’t want to do. And for that, I suffered and suffered until I couldn’t take it anymore. After that, I realized that I never really had a choice. Disobeying was pointless, it will only get me killed someday. So I obeyed, I did what I had to do to survive, even though the suffering nev