Submissive Wife Training Novels & Stories

For Valeska, the ability to orgasm depended on it, so every dom in the house had been getting training in the art. Shamira knew how to choke someone out from her academy days, so she was confident she could help her friend achieve the release she needed. And she could see the eagerness in the submissive's eyes before she turned back to her master for the evening, waiting for him to penetrate her. As soon as he did, she felt Shamira's arms constrict.

“That’s right. You are my property now. No more pretending to be equals at night. The real training begins now, rules for everything, whippings every time you disobey, total surrender. You will ask permission to piss, to eat, to speak. Your orgasms, your body, your mind—all mine.” I used her mouth again while she hung there, thrusting deep as the sack creaked softly. Her submission was absolute. When I finally came, I pulled out and painted her lips and chin with my release, marking her. Stepping back, I admired my work. The billionaire’s ultimate prize—my young wife suspended, caged and owned. The weight of permanent ownership settled over both of us like a heavy, delicious blanket. I dimme

Everyone who had been watching from behind started talking. "Christine's so hot. Peter made the right choice picking her." My face went bright red. I didn't know what to say. Luckily, Peter told us to officially start the class right then. The whole point of the Wife Training Camp was to teach us how to become proper wives and train our bedroom skills so that our husbands would stay completely devoted. After running through the theory, Peter moved on to the hands-on part. He had me kneel on all fours on a yoga mat so the other students could watch how to shake their hips until they jiggled like Jell-O.

he groaned. "Oh!" I nodded. The moment was uncomfortable, and I couldn't say what to do. "So that's why, I am telling you, for some time, let your wife have your ways. If she behaves as a dutiful wife and obeys you, do a couple of things she asks you to do. In that way, she will blindly trust you and be dependent on you. After that, show her that you're the king," he advised. "Okay," I agreed.

She asked as looked at him worriedly. “You are my wife and as my wife you will tale care of all my needs. Within the bedroom and outside. I want you to make my breakfast, lunch and dinner. I want to to greet me happily whenever I come home from office. Also I need you to be dressed up when I come home. Don’t greet me in PJs. Also you will wear nightie. I don’t like girls with pyjamas. You will go with me to all places that I ask you. You will Under no circumstance leave the house without informing me. You will not wear mini skirts outside the home and mostly importantly you will not talk to any man unless it’s an emergency except my men and family males. Understand?” Nora Grace opened and cl

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

A lot just end up quitting the training because they come to realize that they don’t want to be told what to do or ask for permission; they just think it’s fun to be spanked or paddled. My second session is a bit harder for me after what happened with Ella today. I feel as though I have no right to be training a Dom and his sub when I can’t even take care of my own, but by the time the session ended, I was quite happy with myself. The Dom is an experienced one who only wanted help in learning how to train because he has always had experienced submissives, but then fell in love with a woman who wanted to learn how to serve him. Turns out that she is a natural born submissive, and I think he’s

I told her "how can I not worry? Today is my daughter's wedding. Everything has to be perfect as my perfect daughter. Be a perfect daughter in law and wife beta. Never let your husband or in laws find any fault in you. And most importantly never say no to your husband. Let him have you, he has all rights on you. Be a submissive woman and your life will be smooth. Every man needs a submissive girl not a spit fire like your rebel sister. Only God knows how her husband will control her; he should put the leash on her before it's too late. I know you will do the correct thing only if you're not a disappointment like your sister. "masi said and honestly her words doesn't make any sense to me What

“Leave everything there. I’ll handle it.” “But, Don… it’s my job. I’m supposed to…” I turned then. One look. That was all it took. Her words strangled off mid sentence. “Do you need a fucking seminar on obedience?” My tone stayed low, dangerous. “When I tell you to do something, or not do something, you listen. You don’t argue. You don’t explain. You obey. Especially when it comes to my wife.” She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I was only trying to…”

"What the hell are you talking about, Serena? I don't understand you, okay? Just quit this silly attitude of yours and get back to the dinner table now!" His voice is getting elevated and a little bit loud, and it makes me look at him with the anger climbing straight into my senses, making me begin to lose control of myself gradually. "Fuck you! You have no right or any power whatsoever to open that stupid mouth of yours and command me and order me around as if I'm your little slave to tell me what to do!" "Yes, of course, I have the authority to do so because you are my wife, and it is your obligation to be submissive and listen to me when I give you instructions!"