Submissive Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

he spoke to me just centimeters from my lips, our foreheads were glued together and the desire that enveloped us was very great. —I promise you—I whispered in a sexy way while we continued kissing, little by little I felt that very low, a little below my navel little things were being created—do you think it gives us time to do something else? I suggested something daring. —I say yes—he smiled pervertedly—let's not wait any longer then—he took my hand and we headed to a house that was abandoned, from time to time this was our hiding place to do our things.

“You're submissive? Like 50 Shades of Grey submissive stuff?” That movie was really hot. Maybe this would be fun. Maybe he’d be less of a creeper than that guy. He was already way sexier. Everything he did made me want to drag him home to fill my desperate pussy. “No, that story was written by a woman who had no understanding of the world that I live in. I am a dominant, not a sadist, and she was neither. I don’t have stupid rules about not touching me or sleeping with me. I simply enjoy having a woman that is unable to say, ‘no’ to me. If she does, she gets punished, which I also enjoy to some degree.

When he grabbed my clitoris, I gasped from pleasure. The wetness made it drawy and sweeter. “Argggh. Zzzzzz” I moaned. He shifted me to the middle of the tables and laid me down. It was big and wide, strong enough to carry both of us. I didn't mind at all as long as he penetrated me. He was turning my head with his skills. As he lay me down, he climbed as well. Coming on top of me, he grabbed my lips into his mouth and began kissing me vigorously. I kissed him back with so much passion. He was skilled, too skilled.

"Sami, listen to me. I've been in the lifestyle for 25 years. I understand your need to submit. I get it. I need to dominate as well. I have known you for many years. The stories your Dad has told me to wonder if you were a submissive. Most of the time, submissiveness is not only like that in the bedroom, they have those qualities in other parts of their lives. I had planned on talking to you last night, when I saw you there. But, when I came out of the bathroom and you were just sitting there, I decided to see what you would do. The way you handled yourself when I told you to look at me, showed me that my thoughts were indeed true."

The Submissive agrees to be open to this guidance, while maintaining their personal integrity and emotional well-being. Clause 8: Role Play and Exploration The Submissive agrees to explore various forms of role-play and power dynamics within their relationship, as long as it adheres to the agreed-upon rules and boundaries. Both parties agree to maintain open communication about any role-play scenarios, ensuring mutual satisfaction and consent. Clause 9: Discretion and Privacy Both parties agree to respect the privacy and confidentiality of their relationship. Any activities, discussions, or experiences outside of the relationship should not be shared with others without mutual consent. This

He holds me still with one iron hand on my hip and gives my ass another sharp, stinging slap. “Beg for it. Beg like the desperate, cock-hungry baby you are.” “Please…please, Damon, please let me come…I’ve been good, I tried so hard not to, but I need it, I need to come on your cock so badly it hurts…please, I’ll do anything, I’ll be your good girl, your dirty little slut, just please let me come…please, please, please…” “Louder. I want the whole house to hear how badly you need it.”

The words poured out messy and fast. “Dear Dairy, I did something that changed how I feel now. Leo walked in while I was touching myself thinking about his cock from that bathroom day. I was drunk and crying about how much I hate this family. He promised not to tell, then kissed me. His fingers made me come so hard I saw stars. He took care of me when I threw up, saw me naked, washed me. This morning the little touches at breakfast and in the hallway made me feel insane. I suddenly feel so different about him. I hate how much I want more now. I keep fantasizing about his cock in my mouth, stretching my pussy, tying me up and taking control. Rough stuff. BDSM things I’ve only read about. It’s

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.

I demanded. Her eyes were full of lust. They scream the essence of submissiveness. I guess if I ask her to do something so illegal and immoral, I bet she’d do it in instant way without second thoughts. I dropped my fingers inside her as my tongue mimick its movements. I ensure that our eyes were in contact, letting her picture out every nasty thing I’m doing to her right now. Three instant movements and she already cum, too much that it even spilled over my face and chest.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”