Submissive Male Novels & Stories

Duties include 24/7 availability, immediate obedience, and complete sexual use at their discretion. My pussy clenches on the word use. A slow, deep throb that makes me shift in my chair and press my knees tighter. I keep reading. The submissive will wear a collar at all times. The submissive will be available for office use during and after business hours. The submissive will be bred and claimed at the discretion of her owners. Bred. The word sits in my stomach like a hot coal. I can feel myself getting wet, not damp, not slightly aroused, wet. The kind of wet that soaks through underwear and makes the fabric cling.

I slap his ass again, and his cock visibly twitches, fully hardening against his thigh. “Look at you,” I say, my voice laced with disappointment. But I’m far from disappointed, I’m impressed. “Already so hard just from a few spanks?” I frown, “You looked so confident in your suit, Mr Voss. I wouldn’t have pegged you for such a good submissive.” I tell him, using my best voice. “Are you always this submissive, or am I special?” “Yes Mistress,” He groans softly, hips shifting like he’s fighting the urge to thrust into nothing.

When she moved her legs, which were spayed across Mike's, she found a hard-bodied male holding them apart, "Adam put the plug back in while you were sleeping. We want you to be fully prepared so we don't hurt you." He kissed her forehead. "It is a Dom's responsibility to take care of his sub. It's about a lot more than commands and who gives orders, sugar. It's about trust and caring and respect. Otherwise it's just sex with no meaning, no matter how you play it, and that's not what I want for you, For us." "So you want-"

a baritone voice said that immediately got my attention. With sleepy eyes because of the tequila, I slowly glanced at him. I was thankful that my arms were propped up on the counter, otherwise I might have fallen off the chair upon seeing who it was. I knew this man. Lots of people knew him. He's the most sought-after bachelor in town, Joshua Elijah Fuentaverde. Different magazines love featuring him that made women swoon more at the mere sight of him. Even though his smiles are so dear, many are still chasing him.

Henry. This is a female class, but sometimes the dominants of the students join their submissives. You see, even the male students are higher than the female teachers here. And they like to control the classes, see where the limits are. So when a male student gives you an order, you obey. Every female does. Even their own mothers. I hold my tongue. He’s lounging at the edge of the room like he owns the place, one arm draped casually over the back of his submissive’s chair. His blond hair is tousled in that ugly careless way. His eyes gleam with predatory amusement.

It gave her a thrill to know this strong, powerful male could easily hurt her but 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 am an alpha male. A very dominant alpha male who wants you to submit to him – not become submissive, just submit to him in this.”

I whisper, raising an eyebrow. Shaking his head, Mac frowns. Falling asleep now, being in school with every one of our schoolmates and educators in the vicinity doesn't seem smart for him. I also understand. A curious individual could go and examine what is going on, which would be terribly horrible. "You're the alpha ." " Can't you make him a little more obedient?" the lord demands.

His arms slip around Harris' waist and pull him closer. "In the dragon kingdom, Alpha males can be either dominant or submissive, all of the ranks can. Submissive Alphas are rare, there are not as many, and they are mated to dominant Alphas. I'm a dragon king, a dominant Alpha, therefore I would be mated to a submissive male. I know with werewolves, Alphas are usually dominant-" "Not usually, always! There's never been a submissive Alpha, ever!" Atticus smiled as he brought his hand to Harris' face.

I sighed, relaxed and smiled my sultry come-on smile. “So if we incorporate this power play in our bedroom, what do I need to know?” I could tell that Adonis was getting turned on. He blew hot air all over my nipple and gripped the ample flesh of my ass. “For starters, male dominants are often referred to as Master. Submissives may be called a slave or a pet. Heads-up: I'll never call you my slave. Secondly, we must choose a safe word or phrase that you can say to immediately stop play.”

I, Trixie Malory give Damon Colt my body to use as he wishes unrestricted, at any time, and any place he sees as appropriate, except for this described in section twenty, the hardlist. Damon Colt as my Dominant may bestow upon me any symbol of ownership. This includes but is not limited to, marks, branding, collaring. These symbols of ownership I agree to were with pride. Section One: Code of Conduct. Duties of Submissive. The submissive aims to please, and this is the primary duty. The submissive agrees to attend to the physical and emotions needs of the Dominant. To also act and behave as his sexual playtoy, offer comfort, act in obedience, be honest and loyal.