Submissive Text Messages Novels & Stories

The kind of app people used when they didn't want messages traced. Unknown sender. This message will disappear after viewing. I shouldn't have opened it. But my fingers moved on their own. "Fuck yes—ride my cock just like that—" A woman's pornographic moan. The wet, obscene slap of flesh pounding against flesh. "God, your pussy is so fucking tight—so much better than that frigid bitch would ever be—" "She's probably never even touched herself—that repressed little virgin—I bet her cunt is dry as a desert—" "Forget her—fuck—I'm gonna cum so deep inside you—"

I methodically typed out a carefully worded message, my bloodied thumb inadvertently smearing a thin crimson streak across the pristine screen: "Thoroughly enjoying your new wealthy pet project, Alexandra? Does he completely know how exquisitely tight you used to become whenever you were properly mine alone?" I decisively sent it without hesitation. Then quickly composed another equally pointed message. "Or perhaps he genuinely prefers you noticeably loose and damaged now after all your pathetic attempts at independence?" Without pausing, I crafted a third message with deliberate menace. "I could effectively remind you of our shared past whenever necessary." I patiently waited for several lo

Duties include 24/7 availability, immediate obedience, and complete sexual use at their discretion. My pussy clenches on the word use. A slow, deep throb that makes me shift in my chair and press my knees tighter. I keep reading. The submissive will wear a collar at all times. The submissive will be available for office use during and after business hours. The submissive will be bred and claimed at the discretion of her owners. Bred. The word sits in my stomach like a hot coal. I can feel myself getting wet, not damp, not slightly aroused, wet. The kind of wet that soaks through underwear and makes the fabric cling.

I was done playing subtle. For the past week I had been teasing Kade relentlessly. I wore tight blouses with the top three buttons undone, skirts so short they barely covered my ass when I bent over, “accidental” brushes of my tits against his arm when I leaned over his desk. I sent him flirty texts at night, things like *“Thinking about how hard you work… I bet you’re tense in all the right places”* and *“You looked so good in that shirt today. Wonder what you’d look like out of it.”*

I said with resignation. "What did I ask for?" Max raised one eyebrow. "Oh so you want to return the favor because I was nice to you?" "Isn't that what you really want?" Max smiled wryly. He suddenly licked the corner of my lips. "Just be my submissive girl." "That's all?" I asked for confirmation. "That's all you mean is not that simple, Skylar. Submissive means not to resist anything I tell you to do and not to disobey anything I forbid. It includes many things and is limitless, so it's not just 'that's all'. Do you understand?"

The submissive's rules and expectations: written by The Dominant specifically for The Submissive -Do not disrespect me or any other dominant -Always follow Club Sin's rules -During a scene always address me with the appropriate names we discussed (Daddy, Sir) -Only 3 cigarettes a day allowed -No alcohol under any circumstances -Do not make any life changing or lasting decisions without discussing first with me -Do not have any sexual contact with anyone but me without my permission beforehand The Submissive I, Cole McCall, request of Nathan Murray the acceptance of my submission. I grant ownership of my mind and body and accept your care and protection of free will and open heart. Through th

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

Holy crap. "Wait, let me show you the submissive pose!" Sebastian pulls out his phone and searches for photos. As soon as the photos appear, she looks at them with wide eyes. The custom is so revealing. "Imagine, I am kissing and chewing up your nipples while pushing my fingers inside your vaginal lips, but your eyes are closed with an eye patch, your hands are tied with handcuffs, and your legs with ankle cuffs, and then you wanted to kiss me back, but I am not giving you a chance but taking control over you!" He muttered everything in one breath, and a moan escaped the ending of the sentences.

I frown when it goes straight to voicemail. So I send her a text. Me: ‘Hey, How was dinner? I’ve been trying to reach you. Let me know if you made it back home safe.’ A few minutes later, a message pops up on my screen. Official Girlfriend: ‘I’m sorry I missed your call. I’m really tired, I need to get some sleep. I will call you tomorrow after breakfast. Good night.’ The message feels off, but I cannot pinpoint it. Am I smothering her with too many calls and messages? Confused as hell, I simply reply.

He resisted at first but slowly surrendering, both of us fighting to suck the air out of each others lungs. We fucked like this for a good 25 minutes. Slow and sensual. The filthy talk just came out. “Good boy. Take my cock. This is how it’s gonna be from now on, everyday. You submitting and taking my cock and my babies. Them swimming up your ass everyday, not one drop being allowed to leak out. I want you waiting for me at home everyday for more and more fucking bro. You are only allowed to wear jockstraps on the house too. I want unrestricted access to your pussy to mold it to my cock.”