Novel & Cerita Submissive

I growl, but my wolf's not wrong. She took to submission like she was made for it. Every command followed with an eagerness that made my dominant side want to purr. The way she stood straighter with each praise, practically glowing under my attention . . . Fuck. I scrape my hands over my face, trying to erase the memory of how she looked in subspace – all soft and pliant and trusting. It was supposed to be just about helping her through the panic attack. Just a demonstration of safe control. Not-, not this fierce need to see how much further she could go. How perfectly she could submit.

The derived as a sex-driven slut in me comes right out. "Master..I am you filthy milk slut~ ravish me~!!..". _____________________________________________________________________________ Unhinged I said as I clinging to his hard dick. Mina's sudden confession snapped me back into reality. She who still kneeling on the floor with a mouthful of my dick suddenly becomes turned on. I knew that Mina was someone who submissive in traits, now I know how she wanted to be treated and pleased. I am not a cruel and single-minded lover who acted as I want in lovemaking, if all, I wanted the intimate actions to be enjoyed by both parties.

I can't tolerate seeing the same girl's face for over a week, thus I often change my submissive. They're my maids, my slaves, my property, and I have the authority to do whatever I want with them. I don't compel them; they surrender to me with pleasure. They yearn to be ruled by me or my brother, Alexander. "I'm tired of seeing your face every day, so you're free to go." As she ties the knot of my robe, I shove her aside. "I thoroughly enjoyed serving as your submissive, Master." She bows before me, bringing a satisfactory smile to my face.

It was deep, commanding, utterly dominant, resonating with an authority that sent shivers of both fear and intense pleasure down her spine. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Yes what?” he commanded, his eyes unwavering. “Yes, Master.” The words felt strange, thrilling, utterly forbidden. “Good, good girl .” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low purr. “Are you ready to be my submissive? Are you ready to give yourself to me completely?” “Yes, Master.” The answer came stronger this time, a conviction born of her love and trust. “Take off your shirt.” He commanded, his eyes burning into hers.

In our relationship, I am the Dom and people like me are typically the ones who initiate and guide the activities, setting boundaries and ensuring the submissive's safety and consent. The Sub or submissive is the person who submits to the Dominant's control and commands, surrendering their autonomy and decision-making power within the agreed-upon boundaries. You are the submissive here, and your role is to follow my instructions, communicate your needs and limits, and trust my guidance and care. Do you understand?' He asked after his elaborate speech. I nodded my head in understanding. 'Does that

I ask her. She nods. “Say it honey, I need you to say it with your mouth” I tell her. “Yes, Mistress,” she says firmly. “I'm here to be your submissive.” “And what is a submissive??” I drawl. “A submissive is an owned girl, property of a dominant,” she replies. “Good girl,” I smirk. “Now, what does a submissive do?” “To serve their masters or mistress,” she replies with no hesitation. “Good girl!” Then I touch her ass softly, causing her to inhale sharply as my nails scratch her skin.

“Look at you. My perfect baby girl, naked and waiting for her Daddy exactly as she was told. So obedient. So ready to learn how Daddy really likes to fuck.” He opened the bag and pulled out several items: soft black rope, leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a thick leather belt. My heart raced faster at the sight. “From now on, sweetheart,” he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?”

" Why should I grace you with my cock? You don't belong to me. Remember you're the big bad Mistress. How many submissives, besides my mom and dad, do you have anyway?" "Five, I have five other submissives." "Five, so seven with mom and dad. One for every day of the week. Who are they?" 'My doorman Jim, my P.A. Terri and Barbie and Candice both of which are students at the community college. Please Greg, I can't hardly think. Please stick you cock in one of my holes." "Not until you admit that you're a submissive slut not a Domme." "But I am a Domme. Maybe I'm a switch, like Silas."

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.

“Look at you. My perfect baby girl, naked and waiting for her Daddy exactly as she was told. So obedient. So ready to learn how Daddy really likes to fuck.” He opened the bag and pulled out several items: soft black rope, leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a thick leather belt. My heart raced faster at the sight. “From now on, sweetheart,” he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?”