Submissive Wife Training Novels & Stories

Just what to do in the beginning. Caleb was a man who valued control. He liked the sight of her on her knees enough. ’Twas clear he liked a submissive wife. ’Twas entirely possible that the best seduction she could give him would be to allow him to conduct it. And then she wouldn’t have to admit just how ignorant she was of such matters. “Instruct me, husband,” she said in a husky, sweet voice she hoped was pleasing. “Show me what you like for your lass to do.”

I don't want to believe as it and I'll never believe it that Mara, the wife I dot on could go and do such dirty things. My wife is an obedient and submissive, she is gentle, she doesn't talk much, whenever I talk she never talks back and she never look at me directly in my eyes, she always bows her head. I came back from jogging, and met my little wife swaying along with the scent that was coming from the bath. I stood at the doorpost admiring the kind luck I had of having such a wife when she looked back at me sharply. "Hubby.....t..the bath is ready" she stuttered.

"I'm not. You remain my slave, but I've never trained a slave, Sam trained mine. Shasta has trained a slave, so has Julia. I'm putting them in charge of your training. You will call Shasta Mistress and Julia Domina while they train you. When they feel you're sufficiently trained. I'll take over." Whore looked horrified. At least she'd thought she was submitting to a man. Turning her over to Shasta might be the worst thing which could happen to her. Tears flowed down her cheeks again, though it was the only sign of her distress. "I think we need to start with Whore's cunt licking training," Shasta said. "She probably don't need as much dick sucking training. After all, she live with them Stro

Being the best trainer and warrior, she had convinced him to train her and teach her all the tactics. I stayed rooted to my spot and stared at her training fiercely. Was it okay to be turned on by watching your wife dodging and throwing punches? The blissful moments were interrupted by none other than Darius as he stopped beside me and hummed, “Did someone ever tell you that you are head over heels for your wife?” I shrugged nonchalantly, “No one needs to tell me that. I know that by myself.” He nodded slowly, “And do you know that everyone is smiling and laughing at their alpha, who is known for his ruthlessness by the way, foolishly swooning over his wife?”

I said smiling Truth be told, who wouldn't get emotional on her daughter's wedding day. "He wouldn't dare do that," She interjected causing me to laugh..."So my daughter, you are going to your husband house. Put all have taught you into practice. Be submissive and respect your husband. Whenever he is angry, do your possible best to calm him because nothing good comes out when you both are angry. Perform your wifely duties and also emulate the doings of the proverbial woman. May God help you and strengthen your home." She concluded

Roman asked. "I understand that you require obedience." My vocal cords felt like sandpaper. "You are my property." His breath brushed my cheek. "You do not act, speak, or breathe without my orders." I refused to bow my head. I looked directly up into his dark eyes. "I am your wife, Roman." I dug my fingernails into my own palms. "Not a dog you can train with silence." "You are mine to control." His knuckles whitened against the armrests.

She was really blissed and just had to spread the love to the men what made her feel good. As we settled down to sleep, Deni took Jace's hand, placed in on her pussy, then asked Jace if he was allowed to touch his wife intimately. He answered, "That is about the only good thing in our arrangement, and it has a huge downside. Early on, I pointed out that the wife was to be submissive in the bedroom, submitting to their husbands as the wives did in biblical times. She bought that. Then I asked that she always come to our bed naked and available to me, should I be inspired. She liked that idea. So I can fondle her at will, 'looking for inspiration.' The contact counts as inspiration, and she is

, he says with a sad pout but his eyes held mischief. She clenches her jaw and hovers on him this time taking him fully surprised. "My dear husband, it was you who seduced me for a kiss. So, now don't play all innocent at all! Anyways I know you were dying for it from long ago", she says with a smirk and he gasps in amaze. "Hmmm.... feisty!", he replies as if more in a complimenting way. "I'm everything which you can't even imagine, dear husband. Feisty, fierce, submissive, dominant, caring, loving and lot more which you'll slowly get to know", she says and gets down of him and bed.

So everything Trisha had to do was done with passion, goal, and inspiration. If the trainer said she needed to be careful not to scratch her teeth on her client's genitals while giving heads, she would patiently practice until the trainer said she was doing it perfectly. If the trainer said she needed to be submissive, she was taught about safe words and the limits on where she can ask for help in case the client goes overboard.

"Scream if you want. That is, if you're not afraid of embarrassing yourself," the man said with a smile, leisurely watching me struggle with nowhere to escape. A crushing sense of helplessness rose inside me. The more I fought back, the more excited he seemed to become. He pinned both my wrists above my head with one hand, forcing my chest forward and my neck back. Despair filled my face. "Stop! My husband won't let you get away with this!"