Novel & Cerita Submissive Male Stories

it’s about presence, confidence, and the ability to read your body like a book and rewrite it in the way they want. On the other hand, a submissive, or sub, is the one who gives in, willingly. They surrender their control and trust their Dom to take them to places they can't go on their own. It’s not about being weak. It’s about craving the freedom that comes from not having to lead, just to feel, respond, obey, and be consumed. Well…I’ve been both. And both sides awakened different parts of me. But nothing compares to what it felt like when my husband decided to test the limits of what I used to be… and remind me who I still am beneath it all.

Just good fucking. I scroll through the Wanted boards—still chaotic, still weirdly specific. Hotwife shit. Couple-swapping like it’s a neighborhood potluck. Unicorn hunters begging for bi babes to fix their marriages. It’s all loud and thirsty and trying way too hard. None of it hits right. Not for what I’m craving tonight. Then I see it. One submissive wanted. One hour. Three masked dominants. No names. In the Viewing Room. Apply only if you’re ready to be watched.

She already knew that would be expected. Damon’s bedroom was even larger than hers. The massive king-sized bed dominated the room, covered in black silk sheets. Damon stood by the windows wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V of his sculpted abs and the outline of his heavy cock. “Close the door,” he ordered. Ara obeyed. “So today’s scene,” he said, “is about a submissive woman meeting her ex one last time before her wedding. She knows it’s wrong. She knows she shouldn’t. But she can’t resist him. She lets him ruin her for her future husband. That’s the energy I want.”

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

“But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties loose. The other man grabbed my tits. His palms were rough, Father. My breath hitched, and I just… I let him.” “Stop,” I croaked. It was a pathetic plea. “I let them fondle me in that room, their hands caressing every inch of my body. Even parts I didn’t think they would touch,” she breathed, the sound of her lips moving almost audible through the screen. “One of the men had slipped a finger into my asshole. At the end of it, I was crying out in pl

He growled and filled her pussy with a second load before stepping back. Lisa turned around and climbed onto the groom’s lap again, guiding his cock into her soaked pussy and riding it with slow, hungry strokes. She locked eyes with Ryan. He had his cock out. He was stroking it openly now. Lisa gave him a look he had never seen before. It was wild, lust-drunk, almost euphoric. A third man stepped up. Lisa leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth without hesitation. Ryan sat down in a chair and kept stroking. He had a front row seat to his wife’s full submission.

He was family and it was not right to want sex from him. My brain was working but my hormones were am working as well. I was already subconsciously thinking of the crazy positions he was going to put me in and how he was going to fuck me. I knew he was going to dominate me. Most older guys I have had sex with liked when they told me what to do, and I submitted without a single word. I went back to my bed, clitching my thighs and legs to reduce the intesity between them. I took out my phone and typed…

“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-”

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.

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.”