Submissive Stories Novels & Stories

, but with your naturally submissive character, I doubt you even noticed that you were submitting to her. Now, you have to understand that none of us will force ourselves on you. That's not who we are or what we like. For us, submission is a choice and a way to show our love and devotion to those dominant to us. When we submit we don't care about our own pleasure, we only care about giving pleasure to our dominant. Any pleasures we experience are thought of as a gift from our dominant or as a submissive by-product of giving them pleasure. I've orgasmed numerous times just by licking my mother's or Brenda's pussies, it's an amazing feeling. All of us are open to each other's advances and none

They showed a qualitative exploration of dominant/submissive roles and relationships, explaining what they are and how they work. The search described dominants as empathic and nurturing, desiring and able to take control, attentive and responsible… a perfect definition of what Damon stood for. While submissives were characterized as willing to give up control and having a desire to please. The girl couldn't help but feel like she was reading her own biography as her eyes continued to scan down the words on the bright screen.

“It’s who I am, at my core. I thrive on control, on power, on the exquisite dance of dominance and submission.” Claire’s heart raced as she absorbed his words, a wave of desire washing over her like a tidal wave. She had always been drawn to strong, confident men, but there was something about Aiden that set him apart, something that ignited a fire within her unlike anything she had ever felt before. “And what about you?” Aiden asked, his voice soft and probing. “Have you ever felt the pull of submission? The desire to surrender yourself completely to someone else’s will?”

Section Three: Submissive’s pledge I will do my best to serve my Mister. I will work hard to correct any insecurities or inhibitions that interfere with my capability to serve him. I will grow as a person. I will maintain honest and open communication. I will reveal my thoughts, feelings, and desires without fear of judgment or embarrassment. I will bring him any wants and perceived needs of mine. I will not hold past mistakes against him. I will always trust him. My surrender as a submissive is done with the knowledge that nothing asked of me will demean me as a person and in no way diminish my own responsibilities toward making the utmost use of my potential.

He corrected and I slowly nodded my head in understanding. “A dominant is someone who’s always in control, someone who’s in power, or superior to the other… while a submissive is someone who tends to seek for guidance, control and confidence from the dominant. A submissive is someone who’s ready to put their trust in a dominant, because they know that the dominant wouldn’t ever hurt them or lead them astray.” He paused and I swallowed emptily, all what he had just said was still flying around the inside of my head but I was gradually digesting them all.

I mean, I was capably fine with keeping my body fit without the help of others. OBEDIENCE The Submissive will obey ALL the rules and instructions given by the Dominant and will do everything asked without hesitation and by free will. The Submissive shall fully trust the Dominant with not just her body, but with her personal needs and everything outside the contract. (But if he thought I was going to let him fist my vagina ‘without hesitation and by free will', then he had to be a sick fuck. I was just too glad I had ruled that one out, no matter how badly he coaxed me into letting it stay. I was hard on that one, no first in my vagina or anywhere near me. That and many other gut-wrenching th

on his lips, sweet and intoxicating. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, teasing him. She reached down, her fingers finding the cock ring, and slowly, deliberately, she loosened it. The sub gasped, his body convulsing as the blood rushed back to his cock, his orgasm building, his body coiling tight. "Cum for me, my pet," Domica commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Cum for me now." And he did, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed, his cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Domica watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her body sated and content. She reached down, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, feeling his body tremble beneath

Willow continued, “at a mall during a big family holiday. What kind of turnout could you possibly expect?” “Oooh,” another of the men said, suddenly looking at Willow very intently. “Major brat vibes from this one.” “Brat vibes?” Willow said. The man nodded. “It’s when you’re a submissive and, while your primary goal is to please your Dom like other subs, you like to make him or her work for it a bit. Push some buttons, break some rules, that sort of thing. Does that sound like you?” Willow felt her face flush again. “Maybe...”

My pussy clenched hard at the feeling. When he finally pulled back, both of us breathing heavily, he looked down at me with that same dominant smirk. “Tell me to leave right now and I will,” he said, voice thick with lust. His hand slowly moved lower, slipping under the hem of my nightgown and brushing over my bare, soaked pussy. “But I don’t think you want me to go, do you, Susan?” I whimpered softly, hips twitching toward his fingers. I knew this was dangerous and reckless but at that moment, with my dad at work and this man standing in front of me, I didn’t want him to stop.

Page after page of explicit clauses stared back at her. No other lovers. Full obedience. Mandatory fertility tracking. Weekly health exams. And the worst line of all: “The wife shall submit to all sexual demands without refusal, including but not limited to vaginal, oral, and anal penetration, public and private displays, and any acts deemed necessary by the husband for his pleasure.” Her cheeks burned. “You’re disgusting.” Damien rose slowly, all six-foot-four of him unfolding like a predator. He circled the desk until he stood behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body through her clothes.