Novel & Cerita Submissive Text Messages

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.”

Tell me how they feel. A shiver ran through me. I hesitated, then let my fingers slip lower, brushing the lace. It was damp already, clinging to my folds. My cheeks burned, but the words tumbled out. Me: Soft, but they're getting wet. Thinking about you does that. God, was I really saying this? To a stranger? But he wasn't a stranger, not really. These texts had built something intimate, raw. Unknown Number: Good girl. Slide your hand inside. Rub that pussy for me. Slow circles. I want you soaked.

I sat on the edge of my bed in a sexy position, my full round ass pressed against the bed where I sat and peeking at the side. I took the picture in a way that highlighted my needy tits and fluffy ass, making a pouty face. I thought it looked sexy enough, so I sent it. I waited, and waited for what felt like an eternity, without seeing any dots indicating he was typing. I felt my chest constrict immediately. Three minutes later, he texted back. ‘Damn princess, you're sexy as hell’ ‘I fucking miss those tits in my mouth, that ass… fuck, I wanna spank it till its red and sore’ I moaned at his message shamelessly.

Eve spent the entire trip fondling her servant while casually chatting with the driver about road conditions and possible hurricanes. By the time they got home, Trish was aroused and desperate for sex. Eve ordered her to put her hands against the wall and remain in that position, no matter what. Trish would get her orgasm, but she'd have to remain in that submissive posture for her Mistress to oblige her.

Or you miss getting that greedy little cunt fucked raw like the needy slut you are? I moaned softly out loud, sliding two fingers back inside myself as I read his message. I was absolutely dripping. Me: Both… I’ve been so empty without you. Look how wet and sloppy I am for you right now. I sent another short video — this one focused just on my fingers slowly fucking in and out of my cunt, the wet squelching sounds loud and clear, ending with me whimpering desperately, “Please come home soon, Daddy. I’ll be such a good girl for you… or I won’t. That’s up to you.”

He lets out a sarcastic laugh and spreads my thighs wide to position himself. - No... please... - Hush... don't waste your strength, you'll need it to satisfy me. - I don't want to satisfy you, go see the other one, I don't want you to touch me, I hate you so much. - And I love seeing you submissive and offered to me. You are mine and forever.

She began— “I’m willing to help but with difficult conditions. If I take you in and shield you, if I’m going to protect you from Matteo, you will not be my equal. You can never be my husband or partner again. You will be my submissive. You know I’m craving for a BDSM male sub. I think you will be the best choice. You will be like my domestic servant. A property in and out of my bedroom.” The message was clear. “You want freedom from them? You give yourself to me.”

I'd always second-guessed my text messages to Hannah, but the level of overthinking that went into texting her after we started dating was overkill. Every message I sent her had like five discarded drafts. I was constantly trying to find a balance between the clinginess of a baby koala and the stoic professionalism of a work email. So, basically, the range was from 'I really, really miss you, babe' to 'To whom it may concern... All the best'—I always leaned toward being a baby koala though. Me: Hi. I placed a red heart at the end. After twenty minutes of furious typing, all I came up with was 'Hi.' What a literary genius.

“He means everything to his mother. If you grant this… I’ll be your submissive slave. Forever.” He said nothing—just stared at her. Why is he silent? This has to work! I should try harder, she thought. She stepped forward, swaying her hips seductively. “You want my surrender, don’t you? Then grant me that, and I’ll be yours.” “Mine?” His lips twitched in mockery. “Define Mine.’” “Yours to command,” she said sweetly. “Yours to control. Your submissive. Forever.” Silence.

Just the pictures alone made more juices flow from her pussy and her nipples harden to points, pressing against the soft fabric of the t-shirt. "Are you a dominant or submissive?" read the headline on the home page. "Explore your hidden feelings," the message encouraged her. "Read the messages from people who embraced the lifestyle. See what works for you. You could be missing out on complete sexual fulfillment." Her eyes widened at the pictures of women on their knees, hands bound behind their backs, large cocks filling their mouths. Wearing collars of all kinds-leather, thin metal, some studded with jewels-as they knelt at the feet of their master, narrow metal clamps tightened on their ni