Submissive Stories Novels & Stories

After Luna Cruz's remark, Alex Quinn began to drift into his fantasies. He fantasized about Luna Cruz tearing his shirt open, revealing the exposed male maid outfit underneath, with his nipples perking up involuntarily. He imagined her forcing him to admit his secret kink, taunting him for acting so prim and proper all day, and perhaps even calling other employees to witness his embarrassment. And then what? And then, everyone would know that he was a submissive. Someone who craved being insulted, whipped, and trampled underfoot by women.

Personal Qualities: The Submissive will not enter into any sexual relations with anyone other than the Dominant. The Submissive will conduct herself respectfully and modestly at all times. She must recognize that her behavior is a direct reflection on the Dominant. She shall be held accountable for any misdeeds, wrongdoings, and misbehavior committed when not in the presence of the Dominant. Failure to comply with any of the above will result in immediate punishment, the nature of which shall be determined by the Dominant.

I let out a breath. "By the way, sissy, talking about Heaven–how's you two now? I feel he likes you. Isn’t it obvious?" I glared at Laurene and she just raised her eyebrow, grinning evilly. This woman is really very gossipy. Maybe she can't open some other topic so that's why she asked me about that thing. I heaved a sigh. "I am not interested and I don't have time to talk about that thing.." I've already ended it because she will probably ask me more. She just shook her head while grinning evilly and I just gave her a fierce look, and she laughed.

"Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught." Devon shifted and said. "The ideal candidate would have sufficient submissive traits, most probably discovered by self searching, or experimentation with sexual mates. We could seek out several of these, train them up, and then assist them in finding more permanent masters, for a small fee of course." "Honestly Devon, I like

In the past, my age gap stories have always been about Dominating older male and submissive younger female. With this book, I wanted to do the opposite of that: I wanted to see if I could engage readers in a story that challenges this popular trope. I thought it'd be fun to make the man the submissive. I usually enjoy stories like that. And I know many readers would love to see a silver fox on his knees! This book is for all my female Doms and submissive males! Here, you'll find a sassy, obsessive, jealous male sub and a selfish morally grey female Dom.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

He leaned in close to my ear and chuckled softly, "Since you’re dressed like this, why are you pretending to be modest?" My whole body froze, overwhelmed with embarrassment, and I wished I could escape immediately. He then hooked his arm around my waist, a sly smile playing on his lips as he said, "In our three years of marriage, I've been sleeping on the floor all those years. It's been a while since I've slept with you. How about... you use your body to persuade me?"

it was something to behold. "Letting you entice me into using you so you can get off is greedy, not submissive. I know you're new to this, but that's not how it works. A submissive does what she's told. She doesn't argue. She puts the wants and needs of her master first, and her own second. Or maybe third." "I sucked your dick! I let you spank me!" "And you came from both of those," I countered. Candy gasped. "You got off from sucking Canon's cock?" Her nipples were visible through her dress now. Their location was even more noticeable when she started twisting them through the thin red fabric.