Submissive Male Novels & Stories

He exclaimed, his eyes widened. Well, I am glad he noticed. At least I don't have to remind him that he would be better off in the other role. “And what about the role of a submissive?” He asked. “Basically, the submissive agrees to entirely trust and submit to his master. He is responsible for achieving the goal his dominant will have fixed for him, those that will make him bloom in his submission. Communication is one of the most important concepts of the lifestyle, his duties include to bring honor and respect to his master. To always be honest in his response, to ask for permission and advice before he makes any major decisions and to obey any of the master's commands without hesitation.

“Look at you. My perfect baby girl, naked and waiting for her Daddy exactly as she was told. So obedient. So ready to learn how Daddy really likes to fuck.” He opened the bag and pulled out several items: soft black rope, leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a thick leather belt. My heart raced faster at the sight. “From now on, sweetheart,” he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?”

Vanessa’s POV Alfie took a step back, his posture shifting into a submissive stance. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of disbelief wash over me. This was Alfie, the proud and arrogant son of the Alpha King, bowing his head before me. In the world of werewolves, submitting to another was a profound gesture, one that carried weight and significance far beyond the moment itself. It was a sign of respect, acknowledging the authority and dominance of another wolf. For Alfie, the act of submission was a startling departure from his usual demeanor of pride and arrogance, from the way he had belittled me since my eighteenth birthday.

I ask her. She nods. “Say it honey, I need you to say it with your mouth” I tell her. “Yes, Mistress,” she says firmly. “I'm here to be your submissive.” “And what is a submissive??” I drawl. “A submissive is an owned girl, property of a dominant,” she replies. “Good girl,” I smirk. “Now, what does a submissive do?” “To serve their masters or mistress,” she replies with no hesitation. “Good girl!” Then I touch her ass softly, causing her to inhale sharply as my nails scratch her skin.

It had been like that from the start. He was a Dominant male, I was an eager submissive. And when we were in bed, he made me aware of yearnings that I had never known existed in me. Our bodies shared a chemistry that was something old and uncontrollable. No matter how angry I was with him, no matter how furious he was with me, one touch from his large calloused hands and I was like putty. When his mouth descended on mine, seeking, I gave in to my desires and melted.

I immediately looked to see who it was, scanning that person–which is a man who wants to dance with me and something that I feel that he has a bad intention. Speaking of him–he was maybe thirty-one years old and he's an ugly pervert. Ugh! Why does this ugly jerk have the confidence to take me to dance here? Damn it! Then suddenly, the music turns into a romantic song. I tried to push him away as I felt that he was slowly wrapping his hands on my waist tightly and his hands were going down to my butt. “Hey! miss, relax. Don’t worry, I’ll just have some dance with you..” he said in a seductive voice and he insisted not let go of me.

It gave her the thrill to know that this strong, powerful male could easily hurt her but he didn't. "I don't want you to be a submissive wolf, baby, that's not what this is about. You're an alpha female, I acknowledge that and I respect it. But I need you to respect that I'm an alpha male. A very dominant alpha male who wants you to submit to him – not become submissive, just submit to him in this."

When everything was tidy, she asked, "Are there many male submissives?" "More than you might think. There's an entire category of Dominance and submission called femdom, involving female dominants and male submissives. We had a friend who turned out to be submissive, but his wife did not want to be a dominant. He's currently hiking the Pacific Crest Trail with a female who did want a male bitch. There are also gay submissives submitting to gay dominants." Janet was silent, considering. "So it's not really a question of gender; it's a question of predisposition towards submission."

He corrected and I slowly nodded my head in understanding. “A dominant is someone who’s always in control, someone who’s in power, or superior to the other… while a submissive is someone who tends to seek for guidance, control and confidence from the dominant. A submissive is someone who’s ready to put their trust in a dominant, because they know that the dominant wouldn’t ever hurt them or lead them astray.” He paused and I swallowed emptily, all what he had just said was still flying around the inside of my head but I was gradually digesting them all.

“Damn, okay, I see why she keeps rejecting my offer, but there are couple activities, you know, there is the claiming ritual.” “Claiming?” “Oh right, you asked me a question before, ‘subs’, was it? Subs are submissives, people who like to give up control to someone else. Sometimes, it's sexual; sometimes, it's not; this time, however, it is most definitely sexual. Anyway, claiming is where a ‘dom’, in this case, dominant, a submissive’s master, claims a submissive as her own in a room full of their most favoured sex partners or exes. This is for locals, though, because most locals know who dates who; I don’t know if you’d make the cut as Lizzy’s submissive, but-”