Submissive Male Novels & Stories

Then he dropped slowly to his knees at the edge of the bed, his voice low and rough with complete surrender. “I am yours tonight. Treat me like your whore. Use me as your pet.” The words hit me like lightning. He had always been the dominant force, the one who commanded every moment. I had always submitted. Hearing him willingly offer himself as my submissive sent a powerful rush of heat and shock straight through me. My smile widened slowly as I sat up, already imagining exactly how I would make this powerful man beg for me.

" Silly.” I hope Hazel can now look at the room through different eyes, not through mine yet, but I trust that together we can get there and she'll understand the fun through her own point of view. I don't know exactly how the female point of view of submission works from a sensual point of view, of sensation, that's the beauty and particularity that belongs to the female world, but I understand the primordial instinctive logic. In nature, the alpha male is programmed to show strength in order to lead. A male who can't dominate even his own female is not considered strong enough. The history of the world is full of examples where the woman makes life difficult for the male in the game of con

“I don’t take orders from you!” “Have you forgotten your place in the pack hierarchy?” Dmitri appeared in the doorway behind her with only a towel around his waist. “Or do you think my orders are optional to follow just because you didn’t personally hear them come from my lips?” Her face fell as he spoke and she bowed her head slightly, exposing her neck in submission. “Of course I’m happy to fulfill any need you have, Alpha.” She smiled sweetly, turning her face back up to his. Slinking up beside him she ran her hand over his bare chest, “Shall I come back tonight to prove just how much I’m willing to please you again?”

"Try me." At those words, she looked at him for a few minutes then sighed. "It's Bondage, Discipline or Dominant, Sadomasochism or Submissive and Masochism. In my own case, I'd be your Dominant and you'd be my submissive. I, or this situation rather, is usually called femdom." "Female dominant." She nodded. "Yes," "What do Subs do?" "They're different, for every Dom, but with you, my rules wouldn't be too much. My stepfather wants me having a sub for our training and he keeps bringing people I don't like. If I present you, I'm sure he'd be pleased."

Knowing how he saw the situation we were in went a long way to helping me understand him. "In our world, my mate, men are dominant, and the women are submissive. This is a generalization, of course, there are accounts of females being dominant or even neither. Still, even then, such a thing is allowed by the head male in the family or her king. Generally speaking, our females are submissive towards their mates and their male relatives. In this submissiveness, they agree to obey the rules set forth for them as well as accept the punishment of failing to do so," Tohr explained. "The women just agree to this," I repeated in a bit of awe.

“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?”

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;

He shudders violently, howling in pleasure. I'm in love with him. To the point where I swallow it all. I want to impress him. I want to serve him. I want to be his, physically and spiritually. I want him to dominate me, to claim me as his possession and to be an object he can use anytime he likes. I want to worship him! So this is what it feels like to be submissive. In this state, technically I'm a slut—his slut. I lay on top of him, giving myself to him like a willing prisoner.

"Women like Belladonna are whores, and they deserve to be fucked like one." Isabella gasped softly at his raw, vulgar words. "Being with someone like Belladonna, or Francesca from the casino, means my interest in other women are not limited." He continued. "I can be with both of them, and a third can catch my attention. But when I choose a Submissive, I am limited to only her. I do not take another woman while I am with her. Does that answer your question?" "Yes. I have another question, though." Isabella shot a glance at him and quickly looked away. "Am I... am I your first Submissive?"

He spoke in a whisper, as though not wanting anyone to overhear, "Cassie, Cassie, Cassie, I'm hurt you say you don't wish to be alone with me, you see, I happen to know you want me, that is why you are submitting to me so prettily. So submissive and open to dominance." Submissive? Open to dominance? I think not. I roll my eyes in my head, and suddenly, an involuntarily scoff escapes me at his comment, and I receive a stinging slap for my indiscretion, d@mn my attitude, I was doing so well, I brace myself.