Submissive Wife Training Novels & Stories

I whispered, looking up at him. “This feels wrong. I’m not some whore you can train like this in your office.” He reached down and cupped my chin, thumb rubbing across my bottom lip. “You are my wife for the year. Wives learn to please their husbands. Start by kissing it through the fabric. Nice and slow. Show me you can be obedient.” I leaned forward, my breath shaky, and pressed my lips to the hard bulge in his pants. The material was warm from his body heat. I kissed along the length of it, feeling how thick and heavy he was even through the cloth.

She had trained him so well over the years, molding him into the perfect submissive husband. As Tom worked, Athena's mind wandered to the early days of their relationship, when Tom had still tried to assert his dominance over her. She had quickly put him in his place, teaching him that his only purpose in life was to serve and please her. It had been a long and difficult process, but in the end, Tom had come to embrace his role as her submissive slave. "I love you so much, Athena," Tom murmured as he worked, his tongue tracing the intricate patterns on her boot. "I'm so lucky to be able to serve you."

{Training} - Training activities will include: domestic skills training, offering of self on bended knee, proper answers, orgasm control, anal training to increase my ability to offer every hole as she wishes, learning to present myself as a submissive full of poise, grace, and beauty in public and private, learning protocols and rituals throughout this contract on an as-needed basis; any other training activities as Khali Luciano deems fit. {Orgasm Control}

"Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught." Devon shifted and said. "The ideal candidate would have sufficient submissive traits, most probably discovered by self searching, or experimentation with sexual mates. We could seek out several of these, train them up, and then assist them in finding more permanent masters, for a small fee of course." "Honestly Devon, I like

(Didn't you teach your wife respect or do I have to do that myself? “My wife is mine to train, dedushka.” Dimitri shot back at his grandfather. He was long fed up with their forsaken traditions. “Chtoby trenirovat'sya? Yeye telo i dusha prinadlezhat mne, i ya bez kolebaniy slomayu lyuboy palets, kotoryy prikosnetsya k ney.“ ( "To train her. Her body and soul belong to me, and I will break any hand that touches her.")

she whispered and immediately held her lips again, as if she had said something personal to her lover. " Oh my mother" Andrea said and smiled sheepishly again, not knowing what to do. She had to be in her best behaviors. Papa had told her that a wife needed to be submissive, she needed to be submissive and so she had taken his advice by training her mind to be submissive, and not her real self. Her real self that'd get annoyed if she were to be talked to disrespectfully first by the little grandchild she had encountered.

Another caress of his thumb now over the back of my bare hand has butterflies rushing all along the pit of my stomach even as we slowly move to leave the room. Grant now leading me out towards the hallway and to where the dining room was stationed like always. Lucus, Tony and Alex all there waiting for us. The thought of what was about to transpire going forward sent a tiny thrill throughout my body. Easy Isabella, Easy. Don’t get too far ahead of yourself, remember this is training 101 for you and in order to be the perfect submissive you first need to know what it means to be one.

"What do you want, Tiffany? Do you want to go home and belong to your Daddy or do you want to stay here and belong to me? Let me make it plain what that means if you choose to stay here. If you choose to belong to me, then I will own you. I will require you to give yourself, and I mean all of yourself, to me. All of your body, your heart, and your thoughts will belong to me. I will be your master and you will be my submissive sex slave. You will wear what I tell you too. Obey my every command and willingly give yourself to me sexually. I will use any part of you at any time and in any way that I want without your complaint. Do you understand that?" Tiffany smiled and nodded. "Yes, sir." "I w

he asked her, looking over the top of his glass. “Yes, very,” she sipped the sweet liquor then glanced back up into his dark blue eyes. “Now, your training begins. You may have been the most incredible bachelor that ever lived, and a better lover than Don Juan, but you still have to learn to be a husband.” Creighton choked on his drink as he looked back up at her, eyes wide. “Really? I have to be trained now, do I?” “Of course. All men have to know what to say and what not to, when to obey and when to take charge. You know, running errands, taking out the trash and changing diapers, that sort of thing.”

And disobedient women always disappeared, so I sat frozen in front of the television while the Master poured himself another drink, amber liquid glowing beneath the dim light. “You fear marriage because the Mothers only teach discipline,” he said calmly. “They do not prepare girls properly for devotion.” I kept my eyes lowered. “Yes, Master.” His polished shoes echoed softly across the wooden floor as he approached me again. “A wife exists to serve in peace,” he continued. “Happiness comes when a woman accepts her place instead of fighting against it.” His fingers tilted my chin upward until I was forced to meet his gaze. “You will never deny me affection, Leah. Do you understand?”