Submissive Stories Novels & Stories

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

“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?”

It didn’t hurt, but with the slightest movement she’d feel agony. “Wouldn’t it, Valerie?” Valerie nodded quickly. What was he getting at? “And we already know you’re submissive.” “No, I’m not!” “You exposed yourself in public at my order,” Marcus smirked. Drat. Valerie couldn’t deny that. “So here’s what I propose. I want a toy, you were made to be a toy. You’ll be my submissive slut, obey my orders, and serve me however I wish. In return, I keep that video safe and secure in my family’s vault.”

He brought his face closer to hers and stared at her lips. “Do you understand the point of being a sub?” He whispered and her shaky breath replied to him. The vibrator was still buzzing in his hand and she wondered when was going to use it on her. “Your dominant handles everything for you, it makes you free from responsibilities.” He muttered and Xalia closed her eyes. “Open your eyes.” He ordered and she did. “Tell me a story.” “Wh… what?” She whispered. “Tell me a story. Tell me how you met Harrison.”

I say, feeling my cheeks warm. He chuckles. “BDSM, Kristen. Bondage. Dominance. Sadism. Masochism.” He says it so casually, like he’s lecturing. The professor in him bleeding through. “What do you like?” he asks, his eyes burning into mine. I swallow hard. “I like it when you… when you command me, Cassian.” He leans in slightly, voice low. “So, you’re a submissive. You crave control being taken from you.”

“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?”

Professor Kane stood at the front, looking devastating in a black button-down that hugged his broad chest and muscular arms. His hazel eyes scanned the room before locking onto Lila in her usual seat. “Miss Bennett,” he called, his voice smooth and commanding. “What are your thoughts on the theme of surrender in The Story of O?” Lila’s heart skipped. She stood slowly, cheeks already warming. “Surrender isn’t just physical, Professor. It’s the complete loss of control… when desire becomes so overwhelming that you willingly give up everything—your pride, your morality—for that one person who consumes you.”

Bringing my face close to his, I whispered," I want you to be forceful with me. Show me mercy only that way I'll love you more. Only that I'll be satisfied..." I subconsciously confessed my dark fantasies. The fantasies of being used as sex slaves, the fantasies of being ordered around. I have always preferred to be submissive in bed and want a very dominant, aggressive Alpha male to fuck me. After hearing my desperate words, Rubex whispered," What if I hurt you in that process? Will you forgive me?" " Yes, I will." After hearing my reply,he abruptly locked his lips with mine. His hands explored under my skirt. Palming his large hand on my panty, he stroked my p***y's lips with his thumb.

“Do you know what dominants and submissives are?” “Not really, sir.” “I am dominant. It means that I like to dominate my partners. To tell them what they can and can’t do. Tell them how to do things and so on and to punish them when they disobey. I have never had a steady relationship with this kind of power exchange because I have never met one I want that with. I have had contracted submissives, but those have only been in the controlled environment of the club I am a member of.” I pause to let this information land in her mind. Her eyes fall to her hands on my chest and her brows are furrowed in concentration as she contemplates this new information.

“Good. Because I have not forgotten you either. Every time you clean this room, I find little traces of you. The way you fold the towels perfectly. The faint scent of your shampoo. I left those chocolates for you on purpose. Did you like them?” “I did,” I admitted, meeting his gaze. “They were the best I have ever tasted. Thank you. You did not have to do that.” “I wanted to. You work hard, Hazel. You deserve something sweet.” He stepped even closer, towering over me. “Tell me more about your studies. What is your favorite kind of forbidden story?” I shifted in the chair, suddenly very aware of how alone we were. “Ones where the powerful man notices the innocent girl. Where the attraction is