Submissive Text Messages Novels & Stories

It's how I've learned to engage, and it's a life I've come to appreciate. Upon receiving her contact details, I wasted no time in inundating her with a barrage of questions. As I lay in bed, typing out responses, I couldn't resist sending her a voice message. I'm aware that my voice resonates with a deep, resonant timbre—a fact reiterated by numerous ex-girlfriends and ex-submissives. Even friends have praised its allure. Gradually, I began acknowledging the power that my voice held. When I infused it with authority, its effect only intensified. Sub lolla, seemingly unable to withstand the allure of my audio message, promptly sent her plea to be my submissive—distance notwithstanding. While

The adventure between Anya and Atlas had escalated into forbidden territories, where lust mixed with danger in an irresistible way. After the wild night at the motel, the messages exchanged between them became increasingly dirty and bold — promises of pleasurable pain, total submission, and toys that would make Anya beg for mercy. “Come to my house tomorrow. I’m going to show you what it really means to be a whore,” Atlas had texted, attaching a photo of his erect cock, thick and ready, with handcuffs hanging in the background. Anya, reading it in the bathroom while Pedro snored in bed, felt her pussy throb instantly. She touched herself right there, fingers buried deep, imagining what was t

I felt like I just ran a marathon despite the fact that my legs were hanging on her left arm and her other arm supporting my back. I couldn’t stop my heavy breathing, and I knew she noticed how terrified I was. I was so stupid for sending her that text message. I remember now, partly. I was so inebriated that I pulled out my phone and began texting her. To be honest, I was frustrated, or rather, infuriated, that I would have to be her submissive for as long as she wanted, receiving no actual affection from her. Everything is about sex and pleasure. So I started typing on my phone, and in one sentence, I spilled all my heart was screaming about: "I want to end the contract." I considered writ

I groan and loosen my shoulders, which I hadn't seen to be tense until that exact second, as I pull out my cell and open the screen. "All things considered, I guess this implies there's nothing else to do." "Except maybe illuminate Linda's work room with the light from our PDAs, wouldn't you say?" Sasha and hit the send button. Gabriel? “ Surprisingly, it's not close, so my gaze goes to all the potential headers to track it down. Gabriel?

"Hey guys," I purr, feeling warm and relaxed. "Thanks for joining me tonight. I'm feeling so excited about sharing some time with you. Please drop me a note in the chat to let me know a bit about you. Remember that only I can see it. And if you want to leave a tip, the button's in the chat feature. Let me know if you have questions." Several responses start rolling up. "I can't wait to see your pussy." "I want to go down on u so bad."

Decision made. I leave the thong, rumpled, cum filled, where I found it. My reply to her offer. A text, over my breakfast. "Boat trip today. Okay if I stop by after?" "Looking forward to it." "How'd you sleep?" Subtle, fishing. "Best night I ever had." Smile emoji. Message sent and received. It's up to her now.

It was cheesy, sure, but Gina loved that kind of thing. To add a little spice to the night, I decided to text her something bold. I wasn’t the type to send daring messages, but this time, I wanted to push the boundaries. So, I took a deep breath, snapped a picture of myself—yes, a nude—and attached it to a message that read, "I can't wait to have you in my arms tonight."

he texted. "You mentioned that I was a good girl, and I swear that I won't be" I texted. Even though the last message left me feeling perplexed, I couldn't help but feel more attracted to it when it mentioned punishment. All I did was follow his instructions and rub "I swear to let you come, sweetheart" he texted. "I shall hold you to that" he texted.

A sharp feeling hit my stomach, followed by a sudden rush of heat that made my thighs press together. It was dark and bold. It was exactly what I was looking for. Before I could stop myself, my fingers typed a message. “You sound like you expect perfection,” I sent. I set the phone on my chest. My heart was beating fast. I expected to wait hours for a reply. The phone buzzed against my skin two seconds later. “I expect submission. Perfection is boring. Submission is absolute.” I sat up straight in the dark. The reply was fast, and it felt powerful through the screen.

“Here’s the deal then. Simple and esay. For the entire semester you become my personal twenty-four seven fucktoy. You obey every single command I give you, no questions, no backtalk. When I say drop to your knees, you drop. When I tell you to spread your legs and show me how wet you are, you do it.” “When I want to use that pretty mouth or that tight pussy or that ass, it’s mine. You’ll wear what I tell you, you’ll text me when I say, and you’ll keep that desperate little cunt ready for me whenever I want it. In return, the video stays locked away.”