Submissive Wife Training Novels & Stories

"Don't fight. Show your husband how well-trained you are." His fingers worked her. Rough. Demanding. And her body—God, her traitorous body—started responding. "No," she sobbed. "Please no—" "Yes," Dante breathed. "Cum for me. Cum while your husband watches. Show him what I've done to you." She tried to fight it. Tried to hold back. But he'd trained her too well. Three weeks of forced orgasms. Three weeks of her body learning to respond despite her mind. She came with a broken moan. Hating herself. Hating that James was watching. Hating that this was his last memory of her.

She was still shaky as she sat on the couch opposite her husband. Felix had left, and only she remained in the mess he had created for her. She still could not get herself to breathe properly. How could anyone breathe in the mess she was in? She was still nauseous and shaky. She had tried to plead with her husband after Felix had run off, but he was not hearing her. Now out of words and unable to plead anymore, she sat there shaking like a leaf. Was this how her marriage was going to come to an end?

To obey her husband without hesitation. To cook for him, to serve him, to exist in quiet devotion. She learned how to sit, back straight, eyes lowered. How to walk without sound, how to dance with grace measured to the inch. How to look flawless at all times, even in solitude. She was taught when to wake, when to smile, when to speak, and most importantly when to remain silent. Every hour of her day, every movement of her body, had been rehearsed not for her own life, but for the crown she would marry into.

She immediately took back that knife and dropped it on the counter. Zia tilted her head and just smiled meekly to herself. How was it possible for her to get closer to a stranger so much in just a day? She was feeling like she had been attached to him since the very beginning or perhaps…it was really the truth. "So my wife is quite dominating and she believes in making her husband her submissive," His taunting words burnt up her face because she knew in what contrast he was saying them to her but yes….he needed to know about this if they were going to live together.

“Violet, I am not sure of the Red Claw pack members. Let them establish they are trustworthy and then I will call you to watch the training sessions. Moreover, once our pup is born, I would like you to start with your training.” I nodded as I released him. He kissed me on my cheek before getting up. In the next twenty minutes, I watched my husband getting up, going to the bathroom, wearing his training shorts and jersey and leaving. Watching him getting ready while those delicious muscles rippled aroused me as hell. He chuckled as he stared intensely at me. “If I wasn’t in a hurry, I would have fucked the brains out of you, Vi. So stop watching me like that.” I bit my lip and fluttered my ey

Someone so short-tempered and obviously abusive. I already see how it would play out if we ever get married. Not like I will ever let myself do something like that. “We are going to get married and I am going to teach you just how to be a wife. A submissive wife who doesn’t talk back and does everything her husband asks of her.” He said in a very creepy way that gave me goosebumps in a bad way. I glared at him, feeling nothing but hate and disgust for him. “If this is your way of winning me over, then you have failed. It’s just our first meeting and it’s even by accident and you are already showing me just how much of a loser you are.”

She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about. She was even named the town's model wife. "I never thought he'd actually show up to court. I've never seen anyone sue their own wife before." "Hazel really had terrible judgment when she was young. She built everything with him from nothing, and this is how he repays her. You really do see all kinds of people in this world." "I lived next door to him for years. He fooled everyone. Who would've guessed he was such an ungrateful piece of trash?"

I could see different people training excessively. “He’s your husband!” Her hands held mine suddenly, with angry eyes. I’ve never seen her so mad at me. “When I tell you of any chick he goes in bed with, you’re supposed to go confront her, as would-be Queen. Snap her neck, maybe…punish her, banish her,” she continued. “Just do anything to make her regret sleeping with your husband.” At her words, my bite mark throbbed again. This time it itched with aching… and longing. “Let’s.Begin.Training.” I forced myself to seethe out.

“You won’t be wearing clothing from Walmart ever again. The personal shopper will get what you need from quality stores and brands. As for the seamstress, well, my mate can’t be seen in anything but the best.” “I thought I was your personal submissive.” This turn around in the alpha’s behaviour had her needed a score chart or flowchart to keep track of. “You, my little delinquent wolf, are both. We started with your submissive training and will build off that to teach you restraint, elegance, and the ability to know when to speak and when not to. How to obey me in all things, represents the Crimson Nights successfully during gatherings and events.” He did it again. Planned things out and exp

"If you want to see miracles, you have to stay the course. That's what this whole day is about." I gritted my teeth and followed her as we went and took a seat. A woman who looked older, the pastor's wife—came to the front of the room after people had finished eating. She introduced herself and then started going on about this ridiculous subject of how she treats her husband, how her husband loves her, and how her husband loves their children. Basically how she submits/slave to her husband. Then she called up her two daughters, who were dressed like... and she started telling us how we were supposed to treat our children like we were in 1912.