Submissive Mother Novels & Stories

"I've had it with you! Do I look like a pushover, huh?" Unaccustomed to such humiliation, Mom struggled to her feet to teach the women a lesson. But her two fists were no match for so many opponents, and she was ultimately forced back to the floor. The women she had bullied over the years punched and kicked her while she lay there helpless, curled up on the floor, protecting her face as best as she could. She was acting just like I used to. For the first time, Mom was defeated by those women. The series of blows she had suffered left her on the brink of madness—more so than ever.

Minutes later, she was on the phone with Joe, demanding he come home immediately. *** When Joe stormed in, his finger was already in my face. "Vera Sommer, do you have any shame? This isn't your house anymore! "Why are you still here, stirring up trouble and getting Hailey scolded by Mom? What's your game? If you're so desperate to keep the kid, take him and get out of here!" His words hit like a slap. My son—my child, whom I carried for nine long months—being dismissed like he was nothing by his own father.

Lilian looked absolutely devastated and furious as she said, “With her mother’s money, Trinity treated my son like her personal doormat. She played with his feelings and slept with him. When she got bored, she tried to toss him aside like yesterday’s trash! “When we found out she was pregnant, I thought she might settle down and do the right thing. But who could’ve expected her to be so vile and ruthless?! She abandoned that baby in a toilet and just let it die!” At that point, she was crying uncontrollably. “That’s my own grandson! He’s a living person!” The comments hurling insults at Trinity increased tremendously. [Are you kidding me?! Is she even human?! Trinity belongs in hell for this

"Don't you enjoy locking people up in closed spaces? You should have a taste of your so-called setback education method, great educator!" Stuck under the dark, narrow, thin-aired space under the bed, my mother finally experienced intense fear and what it felt like to be on the verge of suffocation. Every time the prison doors were closed, she would lunge at the metal bars like a mad woman and scratch them until her fingernails fell off, leaving her fingers bloody while she screamed and cried, "Let me out! I can't breathe. Save me, Janine!"

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

"You're here." "I'm here, love. I'm right here." Mitchell pressed his hand to her cheek, her whole body shaking with suppressed sobs. He turned his head slightly and his eyes found Daggy. "Baby girl, come closer." Daggy moved to the other side of the bed, still holding Britty's hand. "I'm here, Daddy." "Take care of your mother," he said, each word an effort. "And that beautiful granddaughter of mine. Don't let anyone hurt them."

My brow furrowed in confusion " Well, His mom was his master. ," " That's disgusting ," " She's um, she's not really his mother,.she's his step mom " I could hear the hesitation in his voice. I stayed silent, wanting to hear more. " Clay's scared of " he paused for a second before rephrasing his sentence. " Clay's still submissive to her " What I didn't understand was how Clay could be a submissive. He's so dominant, I thought they were both joking about him being a submissive. "I'm confused," I state honestly

It concerns the incident at dinner. Yes Good He cut the link off and I continued the useless breathing exercises as I made my way to the Alpha's office. I opened the door, almost ripping it from hinges as the scent of the main head warrior along with his second and third drifted to my nose. As I slammed the door shut behind me, I knew my eyes were shifting colors as my wolf fought to get out and rip them to shreds for hurting our mate. I stalked over to my father, who was seated behind his desk, eyes glowing amber. All three had their heads down and necks shown in submission. The anger radiating off of both me and my father most likely was making the room unbearable for the three. My dad his

“Why don’t you ask me if I am free?” “Are you not?” “I want to spend the night spooning my girlfriend.” “You might have to get yourself another girlfriend to do that.” “Heartless woman!” “Women have to be heartless. Otherwise, we’d get taken advantage of.” “Sucks to be me, then!” “What’s the issue between you and your mother?” __ She is a bit like your parents. She treats everything Supriya says as gospel. I probably should not say this about my mother, but she is prone to flattery and is easily convinced as long as you act pitifully and project your ideas as her intelligent deductions.

Eve spent the entire trip fondling her servant while casually chatting with the driver about road conditions and possible hurricanes. By the time they got home, Trish was aroused and desperate for sex. Eve ordered her to put her hands against the wall and remain in that position, no matter what. Trish would get her orgasm, but she'd have to remain in that submissive posture for her Mistress to oblige her.