Submissive Journal Prompts Novels & Stories

It was like a thirst that needed to be relinquished. My hand moved on their own finding the sweet spot between my legs. My grandfather forbade me from pleasuring myself, he said it was a sin to indulge in such temptations. That it would make me impure. But I couldn’t contain it anymore, I had to or else I might go crazy.

I whispered, my voice sounded rough and foreign to me, between the soft moans he coaxed. “No?” he asked amused, pushing his fingers deep between my folds; drawing out a low moan from my throat. “Would you like to submit?” I couldn’t get words out, only able to shake my head as his fingers slid out slowly and back in, deeper a few more times. “Are you sure?” I couldn’t hold back the moans, but I shook my head, forcing my hips to still and not grind against his hand. “Maybe next time,” he mused, withdrawing his hand. I choked back a whimper, making him laugh.

The position was one of complete surrender, a physical manifestation of her willingness to submit to their desires. Lila obeyed without hesitation, her body trembling with anticipation. The power dynamic, usually a source of unease, now felt intoxicating, a thrilling surrender to their dominance. She lowered herself to her knees, her hands finding purchase on the cool floor, her head bowing in submission. The vulnerability of the position, the exposure of her body, heightened the intensity of her arousal, making her yearn for their touch even more.

And the human mind, especially when navigating the deep, uncharted waters of psychological surrender, is entirely unpredictable. My eyes drifted to a semi-private alcove near the eastern wall, designated for light sensory deprivation and edge-play. A newly inducted couple—a Dominant named Julian and his submissive, Clara—were engaged in a scene. I recognized them from Jennifer’s orientation seminar earlier in the week. Julian was a quiet, intensely focused man, and Clara had radiated a bright, eager energy, practically vibrating with the desire to finally explore the subspace she had only ever read about.

The peace of it lulls me. “Yes.” “You finding a little place in your head to sink into?” How does he know? “It’s called subspace,” he offers. “All submissives go there when they’re getting what they want and need. It’s their happy place. Get cozy, baby. You’ll be spending a lot of time there.”

She goes very still and human—and then looks up. “No preamble,” she says. “I gave you one,” I say. “You declined.” She exhales through her nose, a laugh’s ghost. “You’re serious.” “Yes.” “A year.” She scans. “Public devotion. Private rules. ‘Mutual discretion.’ Monthly stipend. Clean exit.” “That’s the spine,” I say. “We write the rest together.” She taps the paper. “So… optics for you, oxygen for me.” “Order for me,” I say. “Options for you.”

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;

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

Jasmine moaned, her mouth salivating at the thought of the huge tits in her mouth and in her hands again. "Four, my pussy-pleaser. Anything is a pretty big promise," Dana warned. "I will do fuuuucking anything," Jasmine promised, her mind on sexual cruise control. "Five, my submissive play thing. You will come and visit me in England this fall?" Dana asked. Jasmine was surprised by question, but also knew that after today there was no way she could never do this again. She moaned, "I promise to come and see you and be your unconditional slave while I am there."

Those shameless creatures! I was really not thinking straight because I'm just letting Elijah explore my body. I opened my eyes when I felt him caress my right cheek. Desire was really visible in his eyes. "Now wrap your legs around me, babe," he said and held my hips as he kissed me on the lips. I immediately obeyed what he said. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was still readying myself when he suddenly entered me. I closed my eyes tightly and dug my nail on his back when I felt the pain. It was as if my femininity had been torn apart.