Submissive Text Messages Novels & Stories

“My client would like to review the contract and reassess the situation. She needs more information.” “I’ll give permission to read the fine print. Do it now.” He handed me the tablet; the contract was already up. I began rereading a document that I’d read several times before signing. At the top were two definitions. Dominant: ruling, governing, or controlling; having or exerting authority of influence: dominant in the chain of command. Also, occupying or being in a commanding or elevated position. Submissive: inclined or ready to submit; unresistingly or humbly obedient. Synonyms are tractable, compliant, pliant, amenable, passive, resigned, patient, docile, tame, subdued.

“Fuck, Preye… that’s so hot. I’m down for it. I’m not committed to anybody right now. No relationship, no promises. Just pure filthy fun.” We lay there for a while, bodies pressed together, my hand lazily stroking her wet pussy. “I’ll text him,” I whispered, grabbing my phone. I started typing, my fingers still shaky from the orgasms. Lisa: Hey Dave,what are you doing tonight? Preye watched me, her hand sliding between my legs, fingers gently circling my clit. “Send him something naughty,” she whispered, voice full of lust. I smiled and pulled my tank top up, taking a quick photo of my big tits, nipples hard. I sent it with the message.

His reply came almost instantly, “Now. Lift whatever you're wearing, spread your legs, and show me that freshly fucked pussy. I want to see how well you’re holding my cum. My face burned with embarrassment and fresh arousal. I knew I should say no. This was dangerous, very reckless, but my body was already responding. I pulled my t-shirt up, slid my panties to the side, and spread my legs. I took a quick photo of my glistening, puffy pussy still slightly open, a faint trace of his dried cum visible on my skin. I sent it before I could overthink it, and his text came immediately. “Good girl. Such an obedient little slut. Look at how puffy you are. That tight cunt is still shaped like my cock.

The link amplified it, turning simple words into something intimate and electric. I leaned into him, letting the dominant weight of his hands on my waist settle the anxiety still buzzing under my skin. “I meant what I said earlier. Submission doesn’t feel like weakness anymore. Not with you.” Callan’s grip tightened, a spark of possessive satisfaction flashing through the link. “Good boy.” The words, spoken softly in the quiet room, settled something deep inside me. But the peace was short-lived. A new message lit up both our phones at the same time.

I want to make sure the sessions are structured and productive from the beginning. I groaned, annoyed now. “Seriously? We’re texting about math or English while I’ve got two fingers in my ass?” I tried to type something normal, something academic like algebra or grammar, but my brain was foggy from the p**n and the fingering and thinking about Damien. My thumbs slipped. Instead of “algebra basics” I sent something filthy that had been floating in my head. Alex: I want you to start by spreading me open and licking me deep until I'm dripping and begging for your cock to fill every inch.

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

Ever since she stopped working directly under him, they sent each other flirty texts when they both had free time. The message read. I VIVIDLY REMEMBER WHAT THOSE PANTIES ARE COVERING. On cue, the desire skittered to all the right places, making her tingle everywhere for his touch. Oh God. She texted back. AND WHAT EXACTLY IS IT COVERING? His reply came a few seconds later. A SWEET, DELICIOUS OPENING I'M PLANNING TO LAP ON UNTIL THE OWNER SCREAMS MY NAME AND COMES IN MY MOUTH, AND FUCK UNTIL THE OWNER CAN'T WALK FOR AN HOUR.

But I could see the tension in his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw. My heart racing, my hands slightly unsteady, I picked up my phone and unlocked it. The message was from Alessio. I opened it, my breath catching as I read the words. "When you're done with your breakfast, go to your room and wait for me. I want you naked on your bed, kneeling near the edge, hands clasped behind your back. Don't touch yourself. Don't do anything except wait for me. Like a good girl." The commanding tone of the text made my core clench with immediate, overwhelming arousal. My breath caught audibly and I could feel myself getting wetter, felt heat flood through my entire body, felt my nipples harden beneath

I’d make sure he came crawling back to me, whether he wanted to or not. And when he did, I’d make him beg. I glanced down at my phone, scrolling through the messages we’d exchanged on the app. All the things Riley had said, all the promises he’d made in the heat of the moment. I couldn’t wait to throw them back in his face, to watch him squirm as I reminded him of every filthy word he’d sent my way. He wouldn’t be able to resist forever. I knew men like him—quiet, submissive, but with a hidden desire for someone to dominate them. He’d try to fight it, but eventually, he’d give in.

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.