Subliminal Wife Training Novels & Stories

I paused then continued, “The lifestyle is a big part of who I am. I enjoy control, pain, and pushing limits. You seem to enjoy receiving pain and submitting. I’d like to train you properly — safely and slowly. We’ll go through the book I'll give you. The Section one is our first focus, for each chapter you read, we’ll practice it that night or the next day. This will happen for a duration of 15 days it thereabout. Only if you’re interested, you’ll sign a separate contract with me. But you'll be appearing at the club for tests. If you pass you get the Submissive identification tag and privileges. After which, we'll continue going through the book till we finish it but this time, you'll be mi

I growled internally for him waking up but smiled when I remembered what we came here for. I'm sure my husband will love it and forget his anger automatically. Afterall after seeing this he would surely think that it was worth it to wait. Isn't it? Yes, he would, my subconscious motivates me and I smile doing a high five mentally. As his eyes finds mine, passing a million dollar smile I pecked his cheeks and he smiled automatically. It was almost afternoon now but it's okay because we have all day and night at least for today. I'm so damn excited for this!!!

" They are all adults, so she can naturally understand the off-string sound of Edward's words. Since the relationship between the two eased, there has been no further development. First, she wasn't sure if Edward really accepted herself, and the two of them were busy with work some time ago, so they really didn't have time. It's just that the pride carved into her bones makes her unable to do such a thing as prostitution during the day, so she deliberately emphasizes that she must follow the doctor's instructions. "Wife, I'm not talking about ordinary sports." Edward smiled, and knew in his heart that his wife couldn't wipe off his face, so he didn't plan to delve into it: "You can only do t

“Or something. I require a specific demeanor from you. That I won’t apologize for doing. I have my own kinks. You fit them well. I love how you respond, and I don’t have a problem training or dominating you. So, it’s perfect that I plan to keep you. You also need someone to control you, or you’ll self-destruct. You’re lucky. I won’t allow you to do that, but I’m happy to help you change.” “So, to love and cherish, wait I had to say obey. Damn it, how did I miss that?” Merina said. She frowned at him. Conner smiled. He hadn’t. The place still insisted on a woman’s subservience to her husband. “It should be to obey and accept punishment as a sex slave.” “Hm. Sounds good to me. There’s a lot mo

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Thomas pulls some papers out of the folder, “I have the contract here. As you can see, Maxwell signed his. The contract explains that in the case of abuse or infidelity that you are allowed to file without penalties. In two years, if you have no feelings for my son, you are welcome to divorce him without penalties and I will continue to fund your father’s care. If you divorce him before the two-year mark, then you pay back everything that was invested plus penalty fees. You won’t be entitled to any assets until five years of marriage. If he files for divorce before the two years, then you are not liable.” My mind is racing with different thoughts. I pick up the contract and begin to scan thr

“You are right handed, or not.” “I am.” “Then it is your lucky day… week, year, forever.” “I don’t understand.” “Well young man, as soon as the penny drop and the cherry is awake, you will thank me for this, forever.” His attention is back at the circle. But then he puts his hand on the table, making a fist. He touches the knuckle of his index finger and explain. “For now, this is you wife's clitty bitty. The peeny queeny that makes her body ticky. It is actually not that much different from the stally pallie in you pants. Most men think they must stimulate the hell out of their wifes clitty bitty to send her to Navara. But no. What you do is. You press down with your thumb just behind the l

I don't blame anyone but myself for being blind and loving the wrong person. "But what I never imagined was that my wife would help her lover secure his professorship by plagiarizing the thesis that took me six months to complete, and then hire online trolls to spread rumors and slander me." With that, I clicked on a video. "Here, I find myself grateful that my wife doesn't love me, because she never noticed that I have a habit of recording my entire thought process and writing progress whenever I work on a thesis. "Here, indifference has become the most direct evidence to prove my innocence. Of course, I also have several audio recordings and chat logs here. In them, both Anna and Josh admi

"According to the paper, she'd had nearly one-hundred percent success. Of course, I was interested. I was more than interested. My husband was telling me that there might be hope, and I clung to that. I didn't understand why he hadn't brought it up sooner. Then he told me what the therapy was." "In simple terms, what the paper recommended and what my son and I committed to, was a shared therapeutic process in a very controlled, isolated, and relaxed environment, similar to the one that you are in now. Infrasonic and subliminal messaging was used not to manipulate but to reveal and release long-hidden emotions and desires. Then, after a little bit of priming, the people that needed to reconne

he went on, “we’ve decided that for the next two months, you will have no outside contact. No visitors. No social events. We will be making an announcement later today that your wedding to Axel is being postponed.” She blinked. Postponed? “You’ll be moving to one of our vacation homes, where you will undergo intensive training. Every movement, every habit, every reaction—until there’s no distinction between you and Adelaide.” She exhaled shakily. This was it. The real test. Mrs. Whitlock leaned forward slightly. “We can teach you everything we know, but at the end of the day, Nina, this all comes down to you. Your mindset. Your discipline. Your commitment. If you break, if you waver—everythi