Submissive Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

The cougar grinned at him, “I don’t have to do anything. You’re doing it all on your own.” His cock leaked another drop, sliding down his length. She saw it. She watched it roll down the shaft, watched as the muscles clenched and pulsed while the creamy liquid slid down between his balls. Ethan groaned, hand twitching toward his cock. “Ah-ah.” Her voice snapped. “You don’t touch yourself unless I give permission.” His breath stuttered. “Please.” Her eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Better. You beg to touch yourself like a good boy. Hmm, you're so submissive, sweet Ethan. I do like that."

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

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.

Two thick fingers pushed into me, stretching me open as he curled them against that sensitive spot. He worked me steadily, sucking and fingering me until my thighs were trembling roughly around his head. Every time I approached the edge he slowed down, making me desperate for more. I begged louder, my voice breaking with each plea. Finally, he freed my wrist and removed the blindfold. “On your knees.” I slid off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling before him. I looked at him, my eyes wide with submission. “Please let me suck your cock, Professor. I want to please you.”

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.”

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.