Novel & Cerita Submissive Female Stories

Pleasure built fast and mean. Sami leaned in, mouth close to my ear while I rode the thick double length. “The final piece,” he said. “The last woman who wore that band didn’t leave because she wanted more. She left because I offered her less. I offered her a permanent collar, a place in my home, and the understanding that I would still bring her here when I wanted to watch her get used. She said no. She wanted to be the only one. She wanted me exclusive.” His hand slid down, found my clit, and rubbed firm circles while I continued to rock on the toy.

The ladies stare at each other in a silent standoff neither one willing to cave. I walk up to Speed and place my hand on her shoulder. At first she tenses then suddenly she relaxes into me like she is giving up her tight hold on the control she prides herself on. Interesting. I try something just to see if my hunch is right. I use my Dom voice on her “ Speed, let Merigold do this. It is clearly important to her.” Speed turns her head to look at me and I see a glimmer in her eyes. She nods and says “ Yes, sir.” I was right. Speed is secretly a submissive. For all the control she holds in her life she longs for someone to take control from her. My Dom side is paying attention and so is my dick

I made the other two women touch each other while I sat and watch them with so much pleasure, it gave me so so much pleasure seeing them touching each other and making out in front of me. Then it was time for the real business, I picked a packet of contraceptives, which I had intentionally placed at the top of the bed, I tore it open and wore it properly, then slowly I slid into the pussy walls of Lisa and her loud moan pierced my ear giving me satisfactory pleasure.

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.

“Do you want to come, slave?” “Please, Master. Please.” “You have my permission.” He rubs her furiously between her legs as the hooded stranger drives hard into her from behind. The brunette’s mouth opens into a silent, perfect circle for a long moment. She closes her eyes, focusing entirely on the sensation. Then, she lets out a loud, piercing scream, her entire body convulsing violently as the heavily endowed stranger groans aloud in his own release. I let out a slow, trapped breath. It is a scene I would never personally want to participate in, but the submissive clearly enjoyed herself thoroughly. And that absolute freedom of self-expression appeals to a part of me.

1. LISA I’m Nineteen years old, and my parents still believe I’m their innocent church girl who wouldn’t dare break a single rule. They have no idea how wrong they are. I’ve spent my entire life trapped in that house, watched like a prisoner. The moment their car leaves the driveway, I slip out, find girls who want the same thing I do, and let them devour my pussy in the back seat of cars or rundown motel rooms where no one asks questions. I’ve perfected the art of playing the perfect daughter while my body stays constantly hungry, cunt wet and aching for release.

Two thick fingers pushed into me, stretching me open as he curled them against that sensitive spot. He worked me steadily, sucking and fingering me until my thighs were trembling roughly around his head. Every time I approached the edge he slowed down, making me desperate for more. I begged louder, my voice breaking with each plea. Finally, he freed my wrist and removed the blindfold. “On your knees.” I slid off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling before him. I looked at him, my eyes wide with submission. “Please let me suck your cock, Professor. I want to please you.”

" Silly.” I hope Hazel can now look at the room through different eyes, not through mine yet, but I trust that together we can get there and she'll understand the fun through her own point of view. I don't know exactly how the female point of view of submission works from a sensual point of view, of sensation, that's the beauty and particularity that belongs to the female world, but I understand the primordial instinctive logic. In nature, the alpha male is programmed to show strength in order to lead. A male who can't dominate even his own female is not considered strong enough. The history of the world is full of examples where the woman makes life difficult for the male in the game of con

on his lips, sweet and intoxicating. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, teasing him. She reached down, her fingers finding the cock ring, and slowly, deliberately, she loosened it. The sub gasped, his body convulsing as the blood rushed back to his cock, his orgasm building, his body coiling tight. "Cum for me, my pet," Domica commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Cum for me now." And he did, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed, his cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Domica watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her body sated and content. She reached down, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, feeling his body tremble beneath

“Damn, okay, I see why she keeps rejecting my offer, but there are couple activities, you know, there is the claiming ritual.” “Claiming?” “Oh right, you asked me a question before, ‘subs’, was it? Subs are submissives, people who like to give up control to someone else. Sometimes, it's sexual; sometimes, it's not; this time, however, it is most definitely sexual. Anyway, claiming is where a ‘dom’, in this case, dominant, a submissive’s master, claims a submissive as her own in a room full of their most favoured sex partners or exes. This is for locals, though, because most locals know who dates who; I don’t know if you’d make the cut as Lizzy’s submissive, but-”