Submissive Novels & Stories

Is that because I said everything is interesting? “No, you’re not. You’re a switch, or, at least, possibly. You said your fantasy was doing what I do to a woman. That makes you a switch, not a submissive. A submissive doesn’t delve into the side of becoming a Dom or Domme. You, however, have a fantasy to do that, so you're most likely a switch.” Laughing, my eyes look up at him. Is he trying to trick me? Then again, I am sure I saw the word ‘switch’ while reading.

I cried out He climbed on top of me as he kissed me forcefully "Get off me you moron!! I yelled biting his lips A sharp pain ran down my body as I realized he had forced himself on me That's all he know! Raping a woman! "Plead with me mistress and I will spare you" he says smirking as he increases his pace I closed my eyes as I tried to think of my past life! My once happy life How did I ended up as a mistress to the beast? *You just have to SUBMISS to him,,Anyway its really unbelievable you were the first one he weds to, you parents must have owned him a lot"* I recalled those words as tears flow down freely

“Well then, you’re going to have them with me. Every single day with me as your dominant and you…. As my submissive… “ He told her. She was now trapped with him and now, she is his submissive and him… her dominant. THIS BOOK CONTAINS HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT AND ABUSE. IF YOU CAN'T STAND ANY MENTION ABOVE, THEN KINDLY PASS.

They showed a qualitative exploration of dominant/submissive roles and relationships, explaining what they are and how they work. The search described dominants as empathic and nurturing, desiring and able to take control, attentive and responsible… a perfect definition of what Damon stood for. While submissives were characterized as willing to give up control and having a desire to please. The girl couldn't help but feel like she was reading her own biography as her eyes continued to scan down the words on the bright screen.

“The undersigned agrees to enter a consensual dominant/submissive relationship with Damien Cross, with all terms subject to negotiation and safeword boundaries.” I froze. My mouth opened. Closed. “What… is this some kind of joke?” “I don’t joke, Isabella,” he said, voice dipping an octave. “I observed you. The way you respond to control. The way you wait for permission. You follow commands like they thrill you. You’re not just competent. You’re submissive.” His words struck a chord in me—dark, shameful, and undeniably true. “You’ve been watching me?” I whispered. “I watch everything I want to own.”

"You think you can just leave me?" "The threat of leaving makes staying worthwhile," she breathed in a whisper. A self-complacent, slow smile creased his face. "Go on." "Clause Two: The Master commits to receive this gift and, in receiving it, promises that he will put the happiness, safety, and welfare of the Submissive before his own pleasure. His dominance is complete but one based on trust acquired, not supernatural coercion." His hand finally touched hers, his thumb stroking over the curve of her lower lip. It was his first touch, and it was like an electric charge into her gut. She drew breath rapidly, her delicate hold on control shattering.

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 decisi

“It’s alright, Little One. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see how your body responds to my touch. This delicious little body was made to be mine and mine only. Mine to touch, mine to kiss, and mine to worship until you can no longer walk straight. Once this is all over and I bring you back to our pack, you’ll experience pleasure you’ve never known.” “W-what do you mean?” “Do you know what a Dom is, Little One?” “No,” I whispered. He lowered his voice to the sexiest huskiest tone I’d ever heard before and explained. “I am a Dom, or dominant. You will be my submissive. That means that I like to be in absolute control. When you’re in our bed, you’re to

I didn't realize how much I wanted him to be exclusively mine until now! “I'm so sorry, mistress.” “Silence, DOG!” I snap, my voice booming all over the room. He whimpers, falling quiet. Good boy, I murmur under my breath. I love how obedient he is. He falls silent when I tell him and speaks when I order him to like a good sub! He can't function without my orders! I want him dependent on every word that comes out of my mouth! My sub, my sissy, my slave!