Novel & Cerita Submissive Books

My laptop came with me, pressed tightly under my arm. I searched the internet,scrolling and typing. My choice of p**n was hard to find. I loved forced p**n—the young innocent girl forced into taking a hard cock as she fought to pull away from the man who would devour her. I loved the harsh yells, spanking, choking, spitting—ruining her made my pussy quiver and drip. My scrolling halted at the perfect video. The older man in the video tying up a younger woman after he walked in on her in the kitchen, forcefully bending her over as she cried for help.

"If you're having second thoughts..." "No!" She said quickly, shaking her head. "No, I'm not having second thoughts. I... I really want to do this." Antonio didn't reply. He just leaned back and raised his glass to his lips, taking a sip of wine. Isabella finally opened the document and read through the rules of the contract binding her to Antonio as his Submissive, and he as her Dominant. She saw words like BDSM, pleasure room, kinky, sex toys, and when she looked up at Antonio, her cheeks were flushed.

Liam thrust deep into her pussy one last time, spilling his release inside her with a low growl. They pulled out of her trembling, broken body, leaving her kneeling on the bench, her pussy leaking cum onto the floor, her face and tits covered in Jay’s release. Her mind was blank with overstimulation, shame, and raw, desperate satisfaction. Jay grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at him with glazed, submissive eyes. “You’re ours now,” he said darkly, his voice filled with possession and finality. “Say it.” “I’m yours… I’m your slut… only yours…” she whispered brokenly, tears mixing with his cum on her cheeks.

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Besides, Jerald doesn't look like the kind of man who would consider other people's opinion but his. “The Submissive will freely serve Sir sexually in any way. Any way?” She took a moment to adjust the information and then sighed. “The Submissive will accept punishments from Sir within the limits defined.” She read each and every limit. Which lead to the use of sex toys and she had to search each and one of them on the internet on her new phone and she started to make changes. No clippers, no unnecessary objects inside of me she says. “If The Submissive cannot immediately obey an instruction, she must kneel down in front of Sir and state the valuable reason why.” Oh come on.

I quipped, bringing my book up to my face as a sign of dismissal. It was ineffective. Mr. Handsome chuckled and took the vacant seat opposite me. "My mother taught me the same thing. That's two things we have in common so far." "Okay, um, you're annoying me." He tipped his chin toward the book in my hand. "More than the character you were mocking in that book?" That elicited an involuntary giggle from me. Oh hell no, I didn’t think anyone could be as annoying as Maddie. "Yes," I lied.

"I have been telling you that I understand. Just don't leave me frustrated." “You know what, Yen? Someone told me that a rape victim may develop a disorder called nymphomania.” My mouth dropped open. Nymphomania is an uncontrollable or excessive sexual desire in a woman. Am I a nymphomaniac? Was my desire for Kim a sign of my nymphomania? “Don’t get me wrong, dear. I just thought you might feel like one if we do it many times a day.” Zed was really something. I stood up to go to the bathroom. But when I was about to sit down on the bowl, I saw my panties and Kim’s navy-blue briefs hanging on a handlebar. There was even a smear of his cum on the crotch.

I thought of the Master of Elysium dropping to his knees on this very rug to yield a piece of his sovereignty to me. Myth Number Two: Submission is the loss of power. The words flowed from my mind like water from a broken dam. We are conditioned to believe that yielding is a failure. But within the walls of a consensual power exchange, submission is not something that is stolen from you. It is a sovereign, calculated gift. It requires infinitely more courage to bare your throat than it does to hold the blade. When a submissive kneels, they do so knowing they hold the ultimate authority in the room—the safeword. Their surrender is the catalyst that allows the entire dynamic to exist. They do

Duties include 24/7 availability, immediate obedience, and complete sexual use at their discretion. My pussy clenches on the word use. A slow, deep throb that makes me shift in my chair and press my knees tighter. I keep reading. The submissive will wear a collar at all times. The submissive will be available for office use during and after business hours. The submissive will be bred and claimed at the discretion of her owners. Bred. The word sits in my stomach like a hot coal. I can feel myself getting wet, not damp, not slightly aroused, wet. The kind of wet that soaks through underwear and makes the fabric cling.

Cassie was watching one of her comedy shows. It involved a woman from a serious background who never smiled falling in love with a dominant but funny man. She watched as the woman turned from a stoic woman to a melting submissive. It was then that she realized that she missed this. It had been too long. Was it true what they said about women shutting down after giving birth? Was this what was happening to her? They were good parents to Isla, but they were not blind not to see that their intimacy was falling apart. It was almost non-existent except for the kisses he gave her every night.