Submissive Novels & Stories

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;

She was so responsive, allowing me to have my wicked way with her like a true submissive. I wanted to make her exactly that. My submissive. Willing to take my cock. Willing to give me pleasure. Her body was perfect for it. So supple and curvy and damn that ass. That perfectly peach-shaped ass. I couldn't wait to sink between them. I wanted to see the look on her face when I did. "Lay down," I ordered, watching as she swiftly obeyed. Her tits bounced lightly. They looked like round-shaped cakes with her red nipples serving as the cherry on top.

will indicate an approach to the limits of play. **Section Three: Submissive’s pledge** I will do my best to serve Miss Khali Luciano. I will work hard to correct any insecurities or inhibitions that interfere with my capability to serve her. I will grow as a person. I will maintain honest and open communication. My surrender as a submissive is done with the knowledge that nothing asked of me will demean me as a person and in no way diminish my own responsibilities towards making the utmost use of my potential.

"Specifically." Sebastian's eyes heated. "I'm a dominant. I enjoy control, both in and out of the bedroom. I want someone who can submit to that control, who finds pleasure in obedience. I want someone responsive, eager to please, willing to be trained." "Trained." The word stuck in Kai's throat.

Ann said, trying hard not to believe what she had seen. She opened the laptop again and quickly tapped ‘all’ so she could read further. “To be submissive is to obey or yield to someone else. When you are submissive, you submit to someone else will, which literally, you put your own desires lower than theirs. You can see this in the Latin root of submit, submittere, which is formed by sub- “under” + mittere “send, put.” She reads. "Definitions of submissive”. She whispered quietly as she came across another definition and read through. They almost sound the same.

, but with your naturally submissive character, I doubt you even noticed that you were submitting to her. Now, you have to understand that none of us will force ourselves on you. That's not who we are or what we like. For us, submission is a choice and a way to show our love and devotion to those dominant to us. When we submit we don't care about our own pleasure, we only care about giving pleasure to our dominant. Any pleasures we experience are thought of as a gift from our dominant or as a submissive by-product of giving them pleasure. I've orgasmed numerous times just by licking my mother's or Brenda's pussies, it's an amazi

When we pull apart I say, "I will if it's what you want. I won't serve you like a submissive, but I will gladly take care of your needs, Annie." She just nods as she lays down on her back, submitting to me in a different way than Jenny does. Annie is hesitant, and reserved, but still into it. I kiss her legs and trail kisses all the way up to her pussy. The moans she gives me the whole way up are like heaven to my ears.

“Observe. Endure. Respond. Awareness and submission are tethered. Every inch is claimed. Every breath belongs to us.” I knelt trembling. My chest heaved. The pain from their grips pulsed through my body in slow, burning waves, mixing with the slick heat and the overwhelming sense of submission. Slick still warmed my skin in glistening trails. The fire burned low, shadows stretching across the den. I had endured every test. I had responded fully. I had allowed their attention to press me deeper into submission. Every inch of my body, every pulse, every breath belonged entirely to them.

“Y-yes, Dave.” He smiled at the remembered name. She was so sweet. Given her attempt at fighting Ali, he’d been surprised when so little pain and threat had resulted in obedience. He’d expected attitude and mouthiness at least, but she was surprising him. Even if she didn’t classify it as a kink, there was a submissive current that ran through her like electricity, a deep need to appease a stronger party. “You just want to stay safe, don’t you? That’s why you’re being so agreeable.”

I thought of the Master of Elysium dropping to his knees on this very rug to yield a piece of his sovereignty to me. Myth Number Two: Submission is the loss of power. The words flowed from my mind like water from a broken dam. We are conditioned to believe that yielding is a failure. But within the walls of a consensual power exchange, submission is not something that is stolen from you. It is a sovereign, calculated gift. It requires infinitely more courage to bare your throat than it does to hold the blade. When a submissive kneels, they do so knowing they hold the ultimate authority in the room—the safeword. Their surrender is the catalyst that allows the e