Submissive Journal Prompts Novels & Stories

I stared at him, my mind a complete blank. “I find you intriguing,” he continued, his voice a low, hypnotic rumble. “And I am a man who acquires things that intrigue me. I’m prepared to make a considerable donation to your little journal. Enough to fund it for the next decade. In exchange, I don’t want an interview. I want you.” My heart stopped. “You… want me?” “I want your submission,” he clarified, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. “I want to explore that… responsiveness. I will teach you about your own body, about pleasure, about pain. It will be a dominant/submissive relationship. Governed by rules. By a contract.”

he added softly, "if it doesn't blow your mind too much, I think you are the perfect submissive." She shook her head slowly, eyes wide with disbelief. "You are SO barking up the wrong tree. I am anything but submissive. I need to be in control." "I've noticed," he said quietly. "But you're not good at it. I said before that you try to control things by putting them into neat little categories, boxes. When that doesn't work, you shut down. Imagine not having to control. Not having to think or worry. Just letting go and allowing someone else to be in control for a while."

“My client would like to review the contract and reassess the situation. She needs more information.” “I’ll give permission to read the fine print. Do it now.” He handed me the tablet; the contract was already up. I began rereading a document that I’d read several times before signing. At the top were two definitions. Dominant: ruling, governing, or controlling; having or exerting authority of influence: dominant in the chain of command. Also, occupying or being in a commanding or elevated position. Submissive: inclined or ready to submit; unresistingly or humbly obedient. Synonyms are tractable, compliant, pliant, amenable, passive, resigned, patient, docile, tame, subdued.

Royce said, one of his hands holding her back, pressing her close to him. "Everything feels so" She couldn't find the right words. "Cloudy," she finally said. "Yeah, I know, babe. I know." He nuzzled the crown of her hair before he spoke again. "I think I sent you into subspace." "What's that?" "It's where a submissive is so overcome with her experiences that she fully lets go. It's sort of a sensual state of meditation. You go deep into your own head." "Is that bad?" Kenzie didn't like the sound of subspace. She wasn't accustomed to feeling weak. Being weak meant she was vulnerable, and she never liked that under any circumstances.

Besides, Jerald doesn't look like the kind of man who would consider other people's opinion but his. “The Submissive will freely serve Sir sexually in any way. Any way?” She took a moment to adjust the information and then sighed. “The Submissive will accept punishments from Sir within the limits defined.” She read each and every limit. Which lead to the use of sex toys and she had to search each and one of them on the internet on her new phone and she started to make changes. No clippers, no unnecessary objects inside of me she says. “If The Submissive cannot immediately obey an instruction, she must kneel down in front of Sir and state the valuable reason why.” Oh come on.

“Do you care for your mate, Jesse?” “Of course I do!” “Do you plan to undermine or betray him?” “No!” “Then continue as you are. Be yourself. Show yourself true. And when he acts poorly, require more from him.” “Require more? Maya—I’m submitted. I’m his slave. I don’t get to require anything from him.” She leaned forward, her eyes glinting. “Submission is not the absence of care or intelligence, Jesse. It is the intentional offering of one’s will in service to another. I have been trying to show you—has nothing I’ve said gotten through that thick human skull of yours?”

Ellie's Pov I wrote a new entry in my journal that night while he slept beside me. I could not stop thinking about losing control completely, I wrote that I wanted him to tie me up with something strong. My wrists to the headboard so I could not touch myself or him, then tease my pussy for a long time with his mouth and fingers and the vibrator. Bring me right to the edge of coming again and again but stop each time. Make me shake and beg loud before he finally let me finish. I wanted to feel helpless and desperate, I closed the journal and left it on the nightstand on purpose before morning.

Demitri As I hold Alissia close, her breath soft and even against my chest, I can tell she’s still wrapped in a haze, not fully here yet. I know this state all too well—subspace. It’s that rare, deep place submissives fall into when they’ve fully let go, releasing control of their body, mind, everything. Her body is pliant against mine, and her fingers, normally restless and defiant, now rest limply over my heart, as if searching for an anchor.

"Got to draw out the pleasure, Sophia, after hearing about this Mystery Babe that maybe wants to be my playmate. I sure wouldn't rush her when she wanted my cock in her ass. And the fantasy naturally led to a second orgasm for both of us." "Of course," Courtney snickered. "But, Mystery Babe didn't seem too subby to me. What about that?" "There's many forms of submission. I don't know her yet, so I picked one that turned me on. I think the most intense form of submission is when you share your deepest longings and responses with your partner. You invite them into your secret world and give them permission to turn the knobs. You don't hold anything back. On that scale, Mystery Babe submitted c

"Where is my journal?" "I burned that shit" That's it. I couldn't hold back anymore. "You monster" I yell, throwing punches at Nathan but he caught my wrist. "You should be thankful that I did you a favour. If that journal falls into the wrong hands, your life is over" "So what?. You're trying to say you did it for me?" I inquired, ridiculously. "Take it however you want it" He tightens his grip on my wrist. "Now I have a question for you; why the fuck did you make me submissive in your fantasies?"