Submissive Wife Training Novels & Stories

This is what she learned in the Ehanian Court life. It made her heart skip a beat. She must make sure to keep his leash as short as possible. Unaware of her sinister plans for his future, he only saw her soft pout and shy eyes. It almost seemed like his wife was sulking with him for the first time. His fiery hot-headed wife, who glared at him laying on a divan, looking down at him as if he was a mortal man below her, was a turn on but her submissive side was what drove him crazy.

Dad fumbled. His submissive behavior in the presence of Babbiani was laughable. For a man who glowers at his kids all the time, showing his powers and flicking the title before his name as if it's a badge of honor only exceptionals receive, he is a jumpy shy dog. "M-my wife is working on her behavior, sir. Rest assured that you will get a submissive and obedient slave." Submissive, my foot. Obedient, I don't have the said bone in my body. Slave, I was never one and I will never be.

There's a lot here about me giving up my body for Nathan and promising to follow every command he says. "Do I get much of a say in this?" I grumble as I read further on. There's a section for doms which is almost the same as the subs but promising to take care of me and stuff. "You get more of a say in it than you think. Once you've been trained you'll fill in an activity sheet which says what you do and don't want to do. I have to follow that sheet just as I would follow you're safewords." "So if I said no sex you would follow that?" I say with a grin. He rolls his eyes and nods.

"Sinead, what are you doing now? Stay away from her." But Margaret had already dodged Sinead as she quickly took the upper hand and slapped Sinead hard across the face. "I'll be honest. I've wanted to hit you for a long time. Only someone like you could do something this shameless." Margaret was more agile than Sinead. It was obvious she also had some training, and she was much better than Sinead, who was only flailing around. Before long, Margaret had knocked her down, and her eyes were full of mockery.

Just us, in a space that represents both her surrender and her strength. "Simple," I tell him. "Clean. Like her submission – freely given without embellishment." I've planned each element carefully. Candles for ambiance but not so many she feels staged. The cushion she kneels on during training, familiar and comfortable. My dominance expressed through command and care rather than elaborate ritual. I want her to feel cherished. Protected. Claimed. But also empowered by her choice to submit. "She's changed you," He observes quietly. "She's completed me," I correct. "Showed me that dominance isn't just about control – it's about earning the precious trust she gives so freely."

Every touch is meant to convey that to her. My dick had been hard ever since the day we met, but I have more control than to take her before the time. I've trained for years to be a master. I know all the ins and outs both of the physical and the mental when it comes to a sub. She was almost ready mentally, and it was only a matter of time before I put her beneath me. She followed me outside just like I knew she would as she has every time I've called her. She doesn't know it, but I've been training her for weeks now to do my bidding without question. Some uninformed assholes might call what I'm doing abusive; they can suck a dick. Until they've walked a mile in my shoes, they'll never know,

Then, to the others: “She needs refinement. We’re starting her formal training today.” My stomach flipped. “Training?” Dominic’s lips brushed my ear. “You agreed to the deal. You belong to me. Now you’ll learn how to behave like it.” The woman walked around me slowly, inspecting me like she was measuring my usefulness. “She’s raw,” she said. “But responsive. You’ve marked her well.” The man nodded. “Submission is written all over her skin.” I shivered. Dominic’s hand slid down my chest, squeezing one of my breasts, thumb grazing my nipple until I whimpered.

Easy money! She is my wife now and I will be the only one to ever touch her. I happily mused. The thought of letting her go after catching her mother was completely gone. My heart trembled at the thought that she would forever be mine alone. I am going to train her to be demure and obedient. Hahahahaha… I grabbed her chin and turned her face sideways. She was flushed and sweaty. Her eyes were in slits and her pink lips were slightly parted, continuously releasing soft, and wimpy, erotic gasps and moans.

I bow my head immediately assuming a submissive position. “What do you want, Bitch?” It’s the man from before. This is an easy test. My training began with me recognizing I had no wants, except for one…. “To please my Master.” “What about your pleasure?” “His pleasure is my pleasure.”

Every time she raised her cup or took a small bite, she felt him watching her every movement. She licked a smudge of butter from her finger, an impulsive, messy gesture. His gaze lifted instantly, and the pull in her stomach deepened until it was almost painful. When she finally finished, he placed his tablet aside and turned toward her fully. His presence filled the kitchen in a way that made it hard for her to draw a full breath. “Today begins your training.” Ivy’s spine straightened instinctively. “What does that mean?” “You’ll learn how to submit properly. You'll learn how to exist within the rules.”