Stories Of Submission Novels & Stories

I stop, turning to look at him. “I will tell you how to prove it to me. Be a true wife, one who submits willingly to my claim. When I choose to assert my dominion over you, surrender yourself without reservation. Grant me the honour of children, thus sealing our bond with the promise of lineage.” I open my mouth but words do not form.

“I’d like to watch you with a girl” Before he could say anything else I wasn’t letting him ignore the first part of my question. If I had the courage to ask it. The least he could do is answer it. “I want you as my submissive Anna. I don’t know what a normal relationship is. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you. I want to ravish you, and as much as I want to share you and watch you be fucked by other people, I can’t help but feel jealous at the thought. It turns me on if I must be honest. But in truthfulness, I would think of you as my submissive. And I, your Master”, he responded in what I can only describe as truthfully.

I said letting my frustration be heard in my words. “Taking a knee doesn’t always happen, but the offering of their neck in submission to their leader is similar to in the human world, how you would bow to a king or queen,” Alpha Colin explained. “So everyone should ‘submit’ to me then? How does that work when there are two alphas present, do they ‘submit’ to each other?” I questioned. “Two alphas would not submit to one another nor would your luna submit to you, because she is your equal. Anyone else would submit though.

Josh spoke in a hushed tone, "Dude, your mate is scary as fuck." "I second that emotion." The response had come from Jax, who was walking towards us with a nodding Fin. They took up the seat next to Josh, Jax sitting on Fin's lap. Fin wrapped his hand around Jax's waist as he spoke, "First, he beats Nico, then he causes his Beta to submit. Now he's curled up in your lap. He's definitely not your normal sub. In fact, if I didn't see the way he acted around you, I don't think I'd consider him a sub at all. I'd rather not get on his bad side."

The final text was a thin volume bound in plain leather. It contained no title. Only the word O was stamped on the cover. Inside were stories of submission, a collection of narratives detailing extreme power exchanges, each followed by academic commentary. Elara read selected passages until her skin crawled with a strange mix of dread and arousal. The stories were not fantasies. They were case studies. And the commentaries dissected the psychological, even spiritual, architecture of surrender with chilling clarity. The last story ended mid-sentence. The next page was blank. Her own story would be written there. She was to be the final case study, the living ap

he said, his voice a low vibration that hit me square in the chest. The chatter died instantly. He turned around, leaning against the podium, his sleeves already rolled up to reveal the lion etched into his tanned skin. My pulse spiked. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the golden outlines of the beast on his arm, remembering the way it seemed to ripple in the moonlight of my subconscious. "The Art of Storytelling is not a solo venture," he began, his almond eyes finally sweeping over the rows. "To understand narrative, you must understand collaboration and the friction of differing perspectives. For the remainder of the semester, you will be working in groups of five."

“Look at you squirming. Begging without words.” I was panting now, hips rocking to meet his fingers despite myself. Pleasure overrode everything, hatred, fear, shame. All I could feel was him. “Please…” The word slipped out before I could stop it. Vincenzo’s eyes darkened with triumph. “Please what, Leo?” I hated myself for it, but the need won. “Fuck me. Just… do it already.” “Good boy.” He pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty and aching. He freed my wrists from the chains only to flip me onto my stomach and yank my hips up. “Ass up. Face down.”

“I… I just meant… sometimes I want Father Julian alone. Just for one night, to feel him without sharing.” Hannah smiled, but it was a wicked smile. She pulled off the strap-on and pushed Rebecca down on her back on the table. “You want him all to yourself? Then you have to earn it.” Hannah climbed on top of Rebecca in a sixty-nine position. She lowered her wet pussy onto Rebecca’s mouth and buried her own face between Rebecca’s legs. Julian watched, stroking his cock. The two nuns licked each other like they were starving, loud, messy, tongues flicking clits and pushing inside holes.

“But tonight was about you. As your Dom, my job is to give you what you need, even if you don’t know or understand that you need it. Tonight, you needed to feel what it is like to submit, to understand that when you give up control, it fulfills something inside you.” “Doesn’t that mean that anyone who is strong enough can just hold me down and do what they want and I will enjoy it?” “No, little one,” he said. “Dominance and submission is a power exchange. I can overpower you easily enough with my body, but that’s not dominance. That’s abuse and it makes me an arsehole. True dominance is when you willingly give up control to me and the only power I have is what you give me. It’s trusting me t

“You will open for me. You will take this offering. Now.” The command was absolute. It didn't leave any room for disobedience. I couldn't refuse him, even if I wanted to. That command had bypassed my fear, my pain, my sense of self-preservation, and went straight to the core of me that was his. I let out a shuddering breath, and with it, I released the last of my resistance and surrendered. He pushed it until the thickest part of the toy popped past the tight ring of muscle, and the sensation almost knocked me out. I saw stars, not gonna lie, I did.