Submissive Wife Training Novels & Stories

“This is it. Your husband losing control because you teased him too fucking good. I loved submitting to you… but I love claiming you more.” I reached between us and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles, never slowing my thrusts. Her whole body started shaking. I could feel her getting close again, her walls rippling around my cock. “Cum for me, Ivory,” I commanded, voice rough. “Cum on your husband’s cock like the good wife you are. Let me feel it.”

They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright. Not for me. I have class, yes. But my class is about managing the household. Cleaning. Cooking. Table manners. Pleasing. Sex. Our education is simple—we are trained to be submissive. Beautiful, obedient wives groomed to serve men who will go on to rule corporations, countries, even continents. We are the future trophies of the powerful. We are not meant to question. We are meant to kneel. A wife to a dominant. Next to their wordly classes, the male students are being trained into perfect dominants. It's all about power here. Money and power. And how to get it. The fast way, the best way, the most inhumane way.

"It's not funny, dude. I don't think I can handle it anymore. Wanking doesn't even help. I want her so badly that I'm in pain because of it. I can see in her eyes that she wants me too, but she refuses." "Gosh, you poor horny, sex-deprived husband," he howled, laughing harder until he tried to swallow his laughter. "Sorry…sorry. It's just that I find it comical." Ignoring him and rolling my eyes, I sipped my beer. "What the hell am I supposed to do? She's my wife now. She's so tight and doesn't even want to loosen up." "It's her first time, fool. I mean. You should consider yourself very lucky. I'm sure Dakota will give her some training. Calm your tits down and figure shit out."

Now, seated in the car, Darius thought of what he was doing to do with her. Where would she stay? How would he treat her? His wolf yearned for her and wanted to fuck her hard immediately, which was uncharacteristic of him. Before touching his new submissives, he always had them undergo rigorous training, making them ready for him to use however he pleased. This was where Delilah stepped in. His first submissive, the woman he had harshly trained, fucked endlessly, and now it was her responsibility to train every submissive he bought, molding them to his taste and teaching them everything he liked.

Training Training activities will include: domestic skills training, offering of self when requested on bended knee, proper answers, orgasm control, anal training to increase my ability to offer every hole as he 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 needed basis; any other training activities as Nathaniel Madden deems fit. 5. Orgasm Control I am to achieve orgasm only by express permission of my Dominant.

"Yet the pain of the first didn't stop you from having the second, nor do you not love your children despite the pain of their birth, or hate your husband for making you pregnant. Childbirth is essentially a good pain; a necessary pain to the process of having children; one which you'd undergo again to have more children, like your exercise pain. Punishment by our Master's or Mistresses is a similar pain. One which we gladly undertake for the benefits it provides us." "I see." She paused a moment. "Would it be possible to come tonight and witness the training session this evening? I'm off today after working the double shift this weekend." Janet was shaking her head no, not wanting to be exp

She argues. “Well then don't do anything.All you have to do is stay by my side at the company.” She rolls her eyes but doesn't say a word. “You begin your training next week.” “What?” I walk to where she was seated and place his hand on her cheek. My thumb caresses her jaw.“You are my wife now,comes with its disadvantages. “

They had made love for three hours and she had her first orgasm from penetration thinking about me. Our agreement allowed her to have her vanilla husband and her family, while I could have my silence and all the sex I wanted without having to answer to her. She was a sub in every sense of the word “substitute,” but she was not a sub in the sense of the word “submissive.” She had been eager in the beginning, when her curiosity had gotten the better of her, but I was tired of training a new submissive. I did not have the patience it took. I had to put up with her running whenever she was not restrained. She always had to be firmly restrained to avoid the excessive gyrating as well. But by now

And then he made a look that he always showed when he has his own agendas playing in side his head. "What is it?" I asked, doubtful. "It’s only tea. Come on, Derrick!" "I’d not be a good husband if I didn’t make my wife play our little game," he said shortly, standing up. "A game—oh no, you don’t, Derrick. I’d be late—" I tried to talk myself out of it, but faltered the moment he spoke again. "Stand up," he commanded. Damn. I bit the inside of my cheek. It was a submission game I had once taught Derrick—a structure where a wife obediently followed her husband’s instructions with disciplined trust and control.

I added casually. “Anyway, part of the dominant's training includes similar sessions to the submissive's so that they are familiar with what the submissive feels. If you really want to join the lifestyle and become a member of the Sanctuary Of Sins, I would strongly recommend that you follow the submissive training. You might realize that this is what suits you best, and if you are still willing to try the dominant one, you will already have the basics.” Justine suggested. “Training, you said?” He asked, straighten his back.