Stories Of Submission の小説・ストーリー

" Why should I grace you with my cock? You don't belong to me. Remember you're the big bad Mistress. How many submissives, besides my mom and dad, do you have anyway?" "Five, I have five other submissives." "Five, so seven with mom and dad. One for every day of the week. Who are they?" 'My doorman Jim, my P.A. Terri and Barbie and Candice both of which are students at the community college. Please Greg, I can't hardly think. Please stick you cock in one of my holes." "Not until you admit that you're a submissive slut not a Domme." "But I am a Domme. Maybe I'm a switch, like Silas."

As I sink into the soft embrace of the bed, I make a vow to myself: No matter what happens in this place, no matter what he promises or tempts me with . I will refuse to submit to Sasha.

“If you let me. I can show you what it means to submit. What it means to belong to someone. To feel safe giving up control. It won’t always feel good. But it will always be real.” My chest heaved. I couldn’t think straight. Everything inside me was twisted and open and raw. But underneath the fear was something terrifyingly clear. I wanted this. I wanted him. His eyes softened just slightly. “But I don’t take what isn’t given. So you need to say it.” My voice trembled. “I want you to show me.” “To show you what?” I swallowed hard. “How to submit.” Dominic stepped behind me again, his hand gentle this time, sliding along the curve of my waist. “Then you’ll do as I say. From this moment on.”

Oh yes, it would be very good between us. I leaned down so we were almost nose to nose, holding eye-contact so she had no concerns that I was hiding anything. “I’m not lying to you. Submission isn’t slavery. It’s… respect for my position in the pack. It means that when you want to challenge me—just like this—you do it. But when the decision is made, if we disagree, the final decision is mine and I will take that responsibility, and own the consequences of it.” She opened her mouth, but I rushed on, because there was another side to this that she hadn’t yet seen.

"Our human mates subconsciously bare their necks or bow down their heads, whenever they come face to face with someone who is demanding submission or simply displaying power." I took in their words and pondered on them. Immediately, the scene from last night's dinner table flashed through my mind. When Harper's voice boomed in the room, everyone had subconsciously submitted to him. Everyone, but me. Emily had bared her neck and was whimpering. My parents and Cory had bowed down their heads and all of them were sitting rigidly on their seats, waiting for the waves of dominance emanating from Harper to end. "Can mates fight against submission?" I asked them, already knowing the answer.

“I’m not about to flash everyone in the first good breeze that comes along.” “But if you were mine, what’s under that skirt would be mine, not yours, to show or conceal as I saw fit.” His words burned her with shock—and terrible, unmistakable desire. She gasped. “Shocked, cher? That’s what submission is all about. Surrendering control utterly to someone else. Your privacy, your body, your pleasure.”

“Look at you. My perfect baby girl, naked and waiting for her Daddy exactly as she was told. So obedient. So ready to learn how Daddy really likes to fuck.” He opened the bag and pulled out several items: soft black rope, leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a thick leather belt. My heart raced faster at the sight. “From now on, sweetheart,” he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?”

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

The position was one of complete surrender, a physical manifestation of her willingness to submit to their desires. Lila obeyed without hesitation, her body trembling with anticipation. The power dynamic, usually a source of unease, now felt intoxicating, a thrilling surrender to their dominance. She lowered herself to her knees, her hands finding purchase on the cool floor, her head bowing in submission. The vulnerability of the position, the exposure of her body, heightened the intensity of her arousal, making her yearn for their touch even more.

Heat pooled between my legs. “Miss Parker,” Professor Hale said suddenly, calling on me. “What are your thoughts on the idea that true submission requires complete trust?” I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice. The plug was now pulsing in steady waves, making it nearly impossible to concentrate. “I believe…” My voice wavered slightly. “Submission can be an act of courage. When someone willingly gives up control to another, it creates a profound… intimacy.” My words came out breathier than I intended. A few students glanced at me curiously. Professor Hale’s eyes darkened with satisfaction, though his face remained composed.