Submissive Female Stories Novels & Stories

Personal Qualities: The Submissive will not enter into any sexual relations with anyone other than the Dominant. The Submissive will conduct herself respectfully and modestly at all times. She must recognize that her behavior is a direct reflection on the Dominant. She shall be held accountable for any misdeeds, wrongdoings, and misbehavior committed when not in the presence of the Dominant. Failure to comply with any of the above will result in immediate punishment, the nature of which shall be determined by the Dominant.

And she got a damn excuse to do so. • The submissive will not get along with anyone of the opposite gender except the women related to blood. Holy crap! I almost laughed at her rules. Literally, she was being cuter instead of being the evil one. • The submissive will not try to look attractive if the dominant is not around. • The submissive will be bound to satisfy the dominant by following the orders. • The submissive will not try to hide anything from the dominant during that period. I almost coughed. Hell no! There were a lot of things I had to hide from her. Especially my fucking feelings, deliberately calling the marriage off, faking to doubt her while trusting Eisha. If she knew any of

Don, who held contrasting thoughts just felt lucky that his daughter survived and only ended up with a knee injury that wouldn't cause her to become completely immobile, she would still experience discomfort and her life would change but she could still walk at the end of the day, but the two woman folks in his life viewed it as if the whole world was falling apart. Amena shook her head, she knew her husband meant well, and she also knew he didn't understand how to express himself, but that didn't excuse the fact that he was rushing their daughter, when she was ready she would let them know. At this moment in time, Anita as always was on her computer reading her erotica novels and contemplat

I could actually see her gulping as her eyes were devouring me. Her face was serious as she said, "Undress me." This commanding thing of hers was actually annoying to me at the same time. I've read and watched videos about sex stories that are both dominant and submissive. She probably wants to take on the role of dominance based on what I saw. and I made the decision to comply. She was putting on a gold feminine top with buttons holding it up and golden lines along the edge. She was wearing a long, black skirt that hung down past her knees.

My thumb scrolled down again, this time, my spirit tugged me towards a section labelled; correction. My breath hitched. ‘The submissive is expected to obey the dominant in all things without question. She is to procure the services of a gynaecologist of the Dominant’s choice every three months for contraceptives. The submissive shall be punished with any or more of these things once the dominant sees her actions as requiring such treatment…. Does the submissive consent to the use of;

“The desk. Now.” Trembling, a confusing cocktail of terror and desperate excitement coursing through her veins, she let him maneuver her. He turned her around, his hands on her hips, and bent her forward over the polished oak surface. Her palms flattened against cool wood, her textbooks and his pen holder nudging her elbows. She was completely exposed to him, the position deeply submissive, her round backside presented to him through the fragile lace of her panties.

To write an effective article about the Dominant-submissive relationship, she needed to experience it directly. It made sense he’d show her by example, and it wouldn’t have to lead to sex. But the thought of him commanding her taking control Her heart stammered. As much as she’d insisted there would be no sexual relationship between them, she knew that she was in danger of falling under his masculine spell. That she would lose herself completely to the role of being Dare’s submissive, an option that felt all too attractive right now. Once he started to command her ... She knew in her heart she would do anything he said.

" 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."

Professor Kane stood at the front, looking devastating in a black button-down that hugged his broad chest and muscular arms. His hazel eyes scanned the room before locking onto Lila in her usual seat. “Miss Bennett,” he called, his voice smooth and commanding. “What are your thoughts on the theme of surrender in The Story of O?” Lila’s heart skipped. She stood slowly, cheeks already warming. “Surrender isn’t just physical, Professor. It’s the complete loss of control… when desire becomes so overwhelming that you willingly give up everything—your pride, your morality—for that one person who consumes you.”

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.