Submissive Husband Stories Novels & Stories

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but Sir Gabriel talks about you a lot. Actually, other employees here always says how sweet he is as your husband, and I understand him now, look how beautiful you are, ma'am!" Celina’s breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around her purse strap. “Excuse me?” she said, voice barely above a whisper. Marissa blinked, surprised by the reaction but quickly recovered. “You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!"

Lonely housewife discovers the world of submission. Enjoy.. ****** My first husband and I had a lot of hot sex during the first month we were dating: Nothing new or particularly exciting, just sex and lots of it. But then I got pregnant and since then, our sex life had deteriorated to the point of non-existence. I was unfulfilled emotionally as well. He was caught up in work and I was left taking care of the home, our daughter, and my job. Not a happy time, but I began to daydream of my lifelong fantasy of submission. I really wanted to fully submit to another's will over mine: To be controlled by another and to please them. And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else.

“This, my son, is all women are good for, spreading their legs and following orders. You should remember that. Change your mistresses often, don’t get attached, and when it’s time to get married, pick someone easy to control. Someone who won’t ask for too much.” Father practiced what he preached. Julia King was quiet, shy, and had no real strength. That didn’t stop her from cheating on her husband. Both my parents were unfaithful and often cheated on each other. I grew up watching the worst kind of marriage, took notes, and was expected to do the same. My little brother must have missed the Women Are Trouble lesson. Henry married for love. Not just that, he chose the most stubborn woman he h

Charlene said ridiculously. “I bet he remembered something, I can't assure you he remembered all, but maybe little. Even if anything happens between you two, he can't blame you. Moreover both of you are a couple so when something like that happens it's normal, even if both of you ain't in love. And rape? That's really ludicrous. Why would your husband rape you?” “But he seduced me.” She snapped.

He held his eyebrows and almost spoke while she started throwing the contract in front of her next to the basin \" This is the dominant man, my husband ، He may be preoccupied with one of his very important deals or with a meeting as I stumble with one of the steps of the ladder or suffer from the dreaded heel of my shoes while shopping or otherwise \" She came back asking cunningly I learned from him \" Can you tell me how you will be responsible? And my physical or even mental integrity as I cursed inside the head of those who invented these wonderful women's clothes \" His features turned while he was following them while she followed a derivative between the contract and a hadith for he

“I don’t know much about this stuff. So you’re saying she’s his submissive?” “No. The other way around.” He sounds amused. “Oh…” That startles me. I know it happens, of course, but I’m still surprised. “How could you tell? Was she dressed in leather and holding a whip?” “Not quite. It was the way he acted with her, very subservient. It’s odd, but with his wife he’s always been the dominant one, telling her what to do, that kind of thing. I guess he wanted her to stand up to him, and when she didn’t, he went elsewhere.”

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.

Episode 1 My husband is the best man any woman will love to have. He's a fair, tall and handsome man. Faithful, loving, caring and understanding. Albeit, our wedding night was awkward. I laid on the bed waiting for him to join me ‘cause I promised to satisfy him to the fullest.

I asked with a teary voice. “Do you like stories, Ruby?” She asked. “Let me tell you a not-so-beautiful story” She added as she took a nearby chair and sat down, facing me. “Once upon a time, there was a lovely couple- or so everyone thought. The couple was nothing else but beautiful on the outside and hideous on the inside. The husband didn’t love his wife as much as he claimed he did, he didn’t show it in his actions. He neglected her and was so engrossed in his work that it made his wife regret every getting married to him.

"Anxiety disorder. Depression. He's been in therapy since he was sixteen. Panic attacks. Self-harm in his late teens, though he's been clean for three years." My chest tightened. This wasn't some con artist. This wasn't someone trying to steal from me. This was a boy who'd been abused. Controlled. Used. And I'd married him without knowing any of it. "The Laurents knew what they were doing," Victoria said. "They knew he wouldn't fight back. Wouldn't run. Wouldn't expose them. Because he's been conditioned his whole life to sacrifice himself for the family." "They sent a lamb to slaughter," I said quietly.