Submissive Female Stories Novels & Stories

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

In this collection, you are going to meet powerful male leads who take what they want and leave everlasting marks on the women who cross their paths. And if you enjoyed the ride, leave a comment below sharing what you thought of the story, your feedback is something I always look forward to when staring at the screen during the late nights, while I write these raw leads to my intense story. Thank you again for diving into this world of 50 NIGHTS OF SINS with me. I hope these stories pull you in completely. With all my gratitude, Gold Above Story

They fuck me through it, drawing the orgasm out until I’m sobbing, legs shaking uncontrollably. Before I can recover, they flip me onto my hands and knees. The blindfold stays on. Someone grabs my hair, arching my back. New fingers push into me from behind. Deeper this time. A different rhythm — rougher. Another woman reaches under me to play with my swinging breasts, tugging my nipples hard. “Such a perfect submissive whore,” someone says. “Husband works hard to buy this big house and you’re in here getting gangbanged by the neighborhood wives.”

I honestly wanted to answer back but I couldn’t lie about the fact that I really am… errr ‘was’ so crazy about him when I was younger. “Well, accepting the deal that she will become a dog by someone… isn’t that a clear sign that she was willing to become submissive? Why do women become submissive? One, they are abused. Second, they are in love, or third, they are just clearly crazy.” Bianca stared at me – giving me the right to choose. I exasperatedly sighed. “It doesn’t matter anymore! That’s all in the past. And I already told you about our thing. Isn’t that what you were after?”

"Why did you do it?" "I lost the bet with Domina which made me her slave for a day. She told me I wouldn't have to do anything with a cock during my slavery unless I begged for one. I begged for a cock when she wouldn't let me cum until I did. Then Domina made me think I would have to let Master fuck me in all my holes, though in the end, I only had to suck his cock. But when I decided I wanted to remain a slave and wanted to submit to a woman who already a slave to a Master, I would have to be available to him. Now, with but a few exceptions which I agree to, only my mouth is available to men except Master. He mostly uses his other slaves for sex, but I am available to him at all times just

"I used to think you were a very strong female Dyelin, stronger than any I've seen yet you've allowed a bimbo like Theodrin here, to wrap you around her fingers and even have you call her mistress." Dyelin's face burned with shame and it brought a smile to my face. "Did your precious mistress tell you that she has a mistress herself?" "She does?" Dyelin asked, surprised before she could catch herself. "Yeah, after claiming to be a female dominant, Alpha Xavier set her up with a female she had bragged was a weak and submissive female and before long, she was begging to cum like a bitch in heat." Thalia did increase her voice pitch as she spoke. "Really?" I asked with a chuckle, standing to my

He brought his face closer to hers and stared at her lips. “Do you understand the point of being a sub?” He whispered and her shaky breath replied to him. The vibrator was still buzzing in his hand and she wondered when was going to use it on her. “Your dominant handles everything for you, it makes you free from responsibilities.” He muttered and Xalia closed her eyes. “Open your eyes.” He ordered and she did. “Tell me a story.” “Wh… what?” She whispered. “Tell me a story. Tell me how you met Harrison.”

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.

"Women like Belladonna are whores, and they deserve to be fucked like one." Isabella gasped softly at his raw, vulgar words. "Being with someone like Belladonna, or Francesca from the casino, means my interest in other women are not limited." He continued. "I can be with both of them, and a third can catch my attention. But when I choose a Submissive, I am limited to only her. I do not take another woman while I am with her. Does that answer your question?" "Yes. I have another question, though." Isabella shot a glance at him and quickly looked away. "Am I... am I your first Submissive?"

She moves before I can react, one sharp command, and I find myself on my knees, lips worshipping the very place she denies me. Pleasure and pain blur, punishment and reward intertwining until they are one. And as her fingers tighten in my hair, guiding me, controlling me, I know, I am hers. Completely. I used to believe that strength was measured by dominance, and by control. That an Alpha bent for no one. But as I kneel before Star, my body burning with need, I realize how wrong I was. Strength is knowing when to submit, and right now, every fiber of my being is hers to command.