Submissive Stories Novels & Stories

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

“Why don’t you ask us some questions? It might put your mind at ease.” “Yeah, okay.” Jade took a sip of her drink. “Why are you naked?” “Because master Brady requires me to be.” She replied. “So he forces you to be?” “Dear God, no!” Joanne laughed. “My master never forces me to do anything. I give him my service to make him happy. If he requires me naked, then I am naked for him.” “Being a submissive is about giving yourself to someone.” Destiny added in. “We do everything we can to please our dominant. But if it is something we are unwilling to do, they respect that.”

The final text was a thin volume bound in plain leather. It contained no title. Only the word O was stamped on the cover. Inside were stories of submission, a collection of narratives detailing extreme power exchanges, each followed by academic commentary. Elara read selected passages until her skin crawled with a strange mix of dread and arousal. The stories were not fantasies. They were case studies. And the commentaries dissected the psychological, even spiritual, architecture of surrender with chilling clarity. The last story ended mid-sentence. The next page was blank. Her own story would be written there. She was to be the final case study, the living application of the theory. The tex

1. LISA I’m Nineteen years old, and my parents still believe I’m their innocent church girl who wouldn’t dare break a single rule. They have no idea how wrong they are. I’ve spent my entire life trapped in that house, watched like a prisoner. The moment their car leaves the driveway, I slip out, find girls who want the same thing I do, and let them devour my pussy in the back seat of cars or rundown motel rooms where no one asks questions. I’ve perfected the art of playing the perfect daughter while my body stays constantly hungry, cunt wet and aching for release.

I don't know what it was about her, but the way she spoke, the dominance and confidence behind it intrigued me. SubMan40: That works for me, Mistress. What are you into? As I watched the three dots at the bottom of the screen show that she was typing, my hand went to my hard cock and slowly stroked it. YoungDomme: I like total, sexual control. For example, you are not allowed to touch your cock unless I say so, my submissive. Fuck. I actually gasped and then let go of my cock. Then she sent another message. YoungDomme: Other things I am into is degrading, humiliation, orgasm control, breeding fetish and anal play. That's just to name a few.

" 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."

“Well then, you’re going to have them with me. Every single day with me as your dominant and you…. As my submissive… “ He told her. She was now trapped with him and now, she is his submissive and him… her dominant. THIS BOOK CONTAINS HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT AND ABUSE. IF YOU CAN'T STAND ANY MENTION ABOVE, THEN KINDLY PASS.

With her other hand, she snapped her fingers toward the side wall. Two male submissives entered, both collared, both masked, both silent. They knelt at her feet and waited. She addressed the audience through the intercom. “Celeste has been praised for her obedience. Tonight, I test its limits.” She turned to the submissives. “Position her.” They rose and moved with mechanical grace. One stood behind her and held her shoulders while the other moved between her legs and fastened clamps to her nipples—tight, brutal. Celeste’s body jolted. Her mouth opened in a gagged cry.

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

‎Damon kept thrusting his thick and huge cock faster and deeper into my wet pussy to the point where I couldn't catch my breath between pumps. ‎He's such a good fucker... ‎**Author's Message** ‎Keep reading, I have more juicy, steamy stories for you that're going to make you get wet and horny🥵 Please drop your honest review on this chapter cause it would mean a lot to me. ‎Thanks 💯 ‎