Submissive Husband Stories Novels & Stories

Emma paused the video and stared at her husband's face frozen on the screen. He looked terrified. Not guilty. Not angry. Terrified. That realization unsettled her more than anything else. For two days, she'd convinced herself that Daniel was living a secret life with another woman and child. The evidence certainly pointed that way. But now... Now something wasn't adding up. A man having an affair didn't usually look like that. A cheating husband didn't talk about people dying if the truth came out. There was something much bigger hidden beneath the surface. Something dangerous.

I sigh and grab a throw blanket from off the bed, wrapping it around my naked and bruised body, all from his magical lips. And low and behold, when I take a peek into the bathroom he is no where in sight. Of course, this happened because this is what he does; he makes me so In love with him that I will do whatever he wants when he wants. At the end of the day, all I am is a pushover for this stupid man I call my husband. God, I feel so disgusting just having given myself to him like that! He must think I’m so submissive and stupid now- much more than he did before!

warning: sexual content and sexism j e a n Things have been peaceful for me in the following days. I followed and obeyed without question Matteo's demands. I am his fully submissive puppet. Everything that I do now is motivated by fear. Whenever he makes love to me, if you even call it that, may feel good but I can never ignore the fact that I do all this because I fear him. He has fetishes I am not comfortable doing, the majority of them are all looking helpless in his bed. That is the thing that he likes, me begging for his mercy. There are times that he wants me to act like the desperate-for-sex slut he thinks that I am. There are times that he wants me to act like his pet. All these weir

I know very little about him, only what I've seen online and what I've seen left a sour taste in my mouth. My new Husband was a WHORE, who slept around with whoever offered themselves to him.Going by what I've seen and heard, a lot of people were happy to offer themselves to Jeremy for one night of pleasure.A cock made by the God's so some people say, the man is just one big cock in my opinion.

Using his pitiful flaws to stab him with a knife. "It's been a few years, and I never regret my decision; instead, I strive harder; let him burn to ashes, I don't fucking care. After all, I was a human, and I have a feeling I never cheated on him, but he did it on purpose, even in our master bedroom. "Do you know what?" I inquired, from Cynthia who had only been listening to my story? "My husband was more vicious, wealthier, and powerful than Salvador Epiphora, but it all crumbled because of his weakness; sex." Salvador was smarter and had everything under control, whereas my husband crumbled."

My husband, Calvin Ziegler, had recently acquired an odd fetish. Three months ago, he brought home a silicone doll. It was a life-sized thing with chestnut-colored curls, full pink lips, and a face that could have belonged to a femme fatale. He told me the doll was a prize from a company team-building raffle. Supposedly, it was made for stress relief. "It's all the rage these days for those who are overwhelmed by stress," he said. "You hug it while sleeping for decompression."

“I know you’re surprised. But what happened at work changed me. I’ve learnt my lesson.” He took her hand. “There’s this friend of mine,” he began. “Oya sit down,” she said, folding her arms, waiting. “I know I’ve not been a good husband,” he confessed. “But this my friend… his story humbled me.” “What story?” “He told me how he lost his first wife.” “First wife?” she blinked. “He’s been married twice?” “Yes. And the way he lost the first one… hmm.” He swallowed. “He was like me. He liked rough sex. He beat his wife. A lot. Until one day, while they were making love, he beat her so much that she died on the spot.”

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

his voice booming through the speakers. “Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church… Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.” He closed the Bible slowly, looked over the sea of faces, and smiled. “Now, you see, this is not a suggestion,” he said, his voice full of fire. “This is the divine order! This is God’s plan. A woman who listens to her husband, who obeys, who submits… she will be blessed. She will live in peace. But those who challenge, who question, who think they can be equal to the man God placed over them, they b