Submissive Female Stories Novels & Stories

The metallic clink of chains echoed softly between cries and laughter. Everywhere she looked, fantasies unfolded openly. A woman arched back in bliss beneath a flogging. A man knelt silently at his Mistress’s feet. Another submissive sobbed beautifully while being comforted after a scene. No shame. No mockery. No pretending. Only raw honesty wrapped in ritual and trust. Ruby’s chest tightened almost painfully. This was real. Not stories. Not fantasies online. Real people. Real surrender. Real control. And somewhere within this intoxicating kingdom of desire…

She began— “I’m willing to help but with difficult conditions. If I take you in and shield you, if I’m going to protect you from Matteo, you will not be my equal. You can never be my husband or partner again. You will be my submissive. You know I’m craving for a BDSM male sub. I think you will be the best choice. You will be like my domestic servant. A property in and out of my bedroom.” The message was clear. “You want freedom from them? You give yourself to me.”

She didn't hesitate when she replied, trying to impress her seductive goddess, "Yes, Mistress, my body and mind are yours to use. I will obey without hesitation every order you give. I am yours to use as you see fit. My tiny tits are yours. My wet cunt is yours. My cunt licking tongue is yours." Dana's cunt gushed at the amazing declaration from a woman she felt she knew really well because of the stories she had read. Pushing it just a tad further, Dana questioned with a tone of curiosity, "And your ass?" Jasmine immediately answered, "Yes, Mistress, that goes without saying. My ass is yours, too." "Bang, you are hot," Dana moaned, the complete submission of this gorgeous woman, this author

"Pound me like you did Emma. Make it hurt so good!" Emma watched from the desk, her legs spread wide and tied down, her pussy dripping even more. "Daddy, please," she begged, her submissive tone soft but desperate. "Fuck me harder and faster too. I need your cock stretching my tight pussy again. Don't leave me empty." I pulled out of Lila's soaked cunt with a wet pop and stepped forward to slam straight into Emma's tight hole. Her virgin walls clamped around me as I thrust hard and fast, my balls slapping her ass. Emma moaned loud, her tied body jerking on the desk.

Something about having her like this, having total control over her body, is very powerful. When we had talked about our different kinks and fetishes, both of us had agreed that we would try them all. If they needed the inclusion of a third party, we would source for one and have it done. Knowing she willingly took something I gave her without having any idea of what it was. It empowered me. I would do anything for this woman. But first… Her punishment.

Aiden, skillfully employing both his mouth and fingers, propelled her into ecstasy repeatedly, granting her no respite. With a deep and profound desire pulsating through his being, Aiden posed a question to Jasmine gauging her readiness to transition from pleasurable acts to more intimate penetration. This moment would mark their first encounter of this nature, yet both understood that it would not be their last. Such a dominant partner does not easily relinquish a submissive one, and an alpha woman, experiencing genuine submission for the first time, would remain devoted to her dominant partner indefinitely.

Cara quizzed. "Go on." Vincent now pepped. "She controls his ability to control, like she's literally calling the shots on how much control he can display and for how long he can hold out before being with her. And when she gives the green light, he must then use his body to please her. If it's not pleasing for her, then it won't be as satisfactory for him. Hence, the penetrated, or the female, in most cases, is actually the one in control, hence the male counterpart is actually the submissive." Cara concluded with a soft shrug.

The dominant, a tall woman in nothing but heels, smirked, leaning down to lick around the stretched rim before pushing the beads back in, starting the torment over. Not far from them, two women were locked in a heated scissoring session on a velvet chaise lounge. Their legs intertwined, wet folds grinding together in slippery, frantic friction, pussy against pussy, clits bumping and rubbing with delicious pressure. Their juices mixed, creating a slick mess that squelched audibly with every hump. One had her hands on the other's breasts, pinching and twisting nipples until they were red and swollen, while the other fingered her partner's clit in rapid circles, both of them panting and cursing

Eve spent the entire trip fondling her servant while casually chatting with the driver about road conditions and possible hurricanes. By the time they got home, Trish was aroused and desperate for sex. Eve ordered her to put her hands against the wall and remain in that position, no matter what. Trish would get her orgasm, but she'd have to remain in that submissive posture for her Mistress to oblige her.

Synopsis Paltmin was born a human and grew up as such. His life was mundane, and he was happy with his simple existence. However, all that seemed to come to a crash when he was taken to the palace to serve the kings of the kingdom. And that was when his problem began. Paltmin's body underwent a sudden change the first time he met the werewolf Alpha, and that was the start of his erotic adventures. Note: This book is a reverse harem, meaning the main character has multiple partners.