Submissive Stories Novels & Stories

I started with a blade. For decades, I typed, the rhythmic clatter of the keys filling the quiet penthouse, mainstream culture has consumed the aesthetic of BDSM through a lens of profound, toxic distortion. You have been sold a narrative that relies on the commodification of abuse. You have been taught that a Dominant is a predator who purchases the right to inflict pain, and that a submissive is a broken, fragile victim desperate for punishment. I am writing this today, under my own name, to tell you that the narrative is a lie. I took a slow sip of my coffee, the bitter warmth grounding the sudden, sharp spike of adrenaline in my veins.

Is that because I said everything is interesting? “No, you’re not. You’re a switch, or, at least, possibly. You said your fantasy was doing what I do to a woman. That makes you a switch, not a submissive. A submissive doesn’t delve into the side of becoming a Dom or Domme. You, however, have a fantasy to do that, so you're most likely a switch.” Laughing, my eyes look up at him. Is he trying to trick me? Then again, I am sure I saw the word ‘switch’ while reading.

Those shameless creatures! I was really not thinking straight because I'm just letting Elijah explore my body. I opened my eyes when I felt him caress my right cheek. Desire was really visible in his eyes. "Now wrap your legs around me, babe," he said and held my hips as he kissed me on the lips. I immediately obeyed what he said. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was still readying myself when he suddenly entered me. I closed my eyes tightly and dug my nail on his back when I felt the pain. It was as if my femininity had been torn apart. You did it, Danielle Laine Cordova. You just lost your virginity.

They fuck me through it, drawing the orgasm out until I’m sobbing, legs shaking uncontrollably. Before I can recover, they flip me onto my hands and knees. The blindfold stays on. Someone grabs my hair, arching my back. New fingers push into me from behind. Deeper this time. A different rhythm — rougher. Another woman reaches under me to play with my swinging breasts, tugging my nipples hard. “Such a perfect submissive whore,” someone says. “Husband works hard to buy this big house and you’re in here getting gangbanged by the neighborhood wives.”

Nicholas pressed on; he was trying to make amends for being an asshole and denying her food. "Whatever you want is fine." Mary repeated, and Nicholas' facial muscles contorted into a frown. She sounded like the automated voice in his Tesla. "Alright." He sighed before proceeding with the call. But Mary sat still, a proud smile on her face. She had done all that her sister Martha had told her to—be submissive, always think of his happiness—and it worked. Or did it? Nicholas came back shortly, sitting beside her, and Mary froze due to the proximity. He was just so close, and she could perceive the scent of the perfume. But Nicholas was very observant, and he saw the way she stiffened when he c

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my damp cheek, his thumb brushing under my eye. “Earlier tonight when you were sucking my cock, and I told you to look at me. I knew you were a submissive baby. I was gagging you, and you did everything in your power not to look away. I knew what you were. That's why I came here tonight. A shiver ran through me. “I knew you were submissive. And you’ve been starving for someone to handle you properly.” My lips parted. “We have a lot to talk about, but that can wait until tomorrow,” he added, voice soft but edged in promise. “About what you are. And what am I?”

Neal snatched Mom's phone and watched the video with relish. Then, he turned to the paparazzi with a smile. "I'm sorry that you guys had to see my fetish." He slowly got to his knees before me and said, "Please slap me, darling." I hesitated, unable to bring myself to do it. He held my hand and lightly patted his face with it. "Thanks, darling." Everyone was stunned. They thought this was just regular family drama, but it turned out to be a huge scoop. The CEO of Gray Corporation was into sadomasochism—what was that, if not big news?

She sucked me deep, her throat working as she took as much as she could, the wet, sliding sounds filling the quiet office. The way her lips gripped me, the friction of her tongue—it was a sensory overload that made the very air in the room feel like it was vibrating. I watched her, the way her cheeks hollowed, the way she seemed to worship every inch of me with a hunger that matched my own. She was a natural, a complete slut for the sensation, and it was driving me over the edge. Every time she looked up, her gaze was a challenge, a silent demand for me to stop being the authority figure and start being the animal she craved.

he hissed. Total Surrender After several minutes of the intense oral play, Kael stood up abruptly. He didn't let her finish him. He wanted more. He wanted to feel her entire body underneath him again, but this time, he wanted to break her. He walked her over to the side of the room where a leather sofa sat in the corner, usually meant for quick breaks or private chats. He threw her onto the cushions and hovered over her. "I want you to remember this feeling tomorrow," he whispered, his lips grazing her ear. "When you’re sitting at your desk, typing my emails, I want you to feel how sore you are. I want you to feel my seed inside you while you’re talking to the board members."

He was doing this on purpose. My moans turned desperate and broken. “I'll sign”, I gasped in a hoarse voice, finally. “Just let me come—please—”. He slowed, grinding deep while he continued rubbing lazy circles on my clit now. “Say it clearly”. He said in a low and dark voice. “I'll sign the contract”, I repeated, tears pricking my eyes from the denied release. “I'll be your submissive for six months”. He rewarded me by rubbing my clit again, harder and faster, until the orgasm crashed through me so violently my knees buckled.