Submissive Women Novels & Stories

“I don’t take orders from you!” “Have you forgotten your place in the pack hierarchy?” Dmitri appeared in the doorway behind her with only a towel around his waist. “Or do you think my orders are optional to follow just because you didn’t personally hear them come from my lips?” Her face fell as he spoke and she bowed her head slightly, exposing her neck in submission. “Of course I’m happy to fulfill any need you have, Alpha.” She smiled sweetly, turning her face back up to his. Slinking up beside him she ran her hand over his bare chest, “Shall I come back tonight to prove just how much I’m willing to please you again?”

Fin wrapped his hand around Jax's waist as he spoke, "First, he beats Nico, then he causes his Beta to submit. Now he's curled up in your lap. He's definitely not your normal sub. In fact, if I didn't see the way he acted around you, I don't think I'd consider him a sub at all. I'd rather not get on his bad side." "You and me both." That came from Josh, who glanced at his future luna with respect and slight fear. They weren't wrong. The way he acted and carried himself made it extremely clear that he was an Alpha through and through. And a strong one at that. I didn't mind, though. In fact, the way he dominated others while submitting to me was sexy, in my opinion. It gave me more to cherish

’ look. I feel nothing but that twinge of ache coming back tenfold as I look at the array of women before me. All mousy types with severe ‘yes sir’ complexes and one or two are professional submissives. Not one of them anything like me in looks or demeanour. He likes the good little obedient ones who don’t stand out too much for being stunning either. I guess they are the type he can keep quiet when screwing them behind my back. Everyone in this room now knows what he and I are, or they suspect anyway. How could they not after this?

“Well then, you’re going to have them with me. Every single day with me as your dominant and you…. As my submissive… “ He told her. She was now trapped with him and now, she is his submissive and him… her dominant. THIS BOOK CONTAINS HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT AND ABUSE. IF YOU CAN'T STAND ANY MENTION ABOVE, THEN KINDLY PASS.

"What do you mean anymore? And why do you keep saying I'm submissive? You know I'm a control freak." "I was into the club scene in college; it was big in New York-in the South, not so much. When I came home, I realized it wasn't the bondage, the spanking, or the toys that drew me to the dynamic, but the need for a woman to trust me to care for her. Submission is not about being weak, Cam-it's the ultimate position of power. The submissive has all the control. I want you to trust me to always push your boundaries but never take you further than you can go." "So, you just mean sexually?"

“For the last time, let go.” This idiot was looking down on her because she was a woman, he was just as bad as her father and the members of her pack. But unlike her father and the stupid pack members, she wouldn’t go easy on him. Here she wasn’t under any restrictions, she could break his arm and wouldn’t get scolded after, she could make a mess out of his face and turn his stomach into a punching bag and wasn’t pointed fingers at. ‘You’re a woman! Women were born to be submissive, they weren’t born to overpower and beat men...’

I needed to know that she had not compromised Dyelin and made away with our state secrets. "Women find me attractive and appealing, and Dyelin is a woman. I carry a certain grace." She moved her feet wrapped against my member up and down. "How so?" I was still confused. "Well, females usually want to please me and be in my good graces." She bragged. "I am not sure that would work on Dyelin." I dared her and she smiled. "Well, there are two kinds of people in the world, the dominant and the submissive. Knowing your place on this spectrum decides what you get out of life. While I am what I am, I am quick to discern what others are." She explained and I was impressed.

The same voice guided through the auction. It was already terrible to watch her lying so weak and unconscious in that cage. But my limits were tested when she woke up and I saw the brand on her chest. I had never seen Carys that helpless and terrified before. She clearly struggled to fight the brand’s control on herself, but failed every time. “Submissive women are no more fun. The real fun’s now in bringing dominant ones on their knees and under you like little whores and sluts.” “I am getting this one on my bed tonight…”

"Women like Belladonna are whores, and they deserve to be fucked like one." Isabella gasped softly at his raw, vulgar words. "Being with someone like Belladonna, or Francesca from the casino, means my interest in other women are not limited." He continued. "I can be with both of them, and a third can catch my attention. But when I choose a Submissive, I am limited to only her. I do not take another woman while I am with her. Does that answer your question?" "Yes. I have another question, though." Isabella shot a glance at him and quickly looked away. "Am I... am I your first Submissive?"

Two people fighting for both domination and submission. The lyrics have never really appealed to me until right in this very minute. Isn't submission an outlet? A way of forgetting your worries? Your fears? Your responsibilities? Your everyday life? Would being submissive help me move on from my hell? Could I be submissive? Was I ever a submissive woman? "I love the way you look at me, I love the way you smack my ass, I love the dirty things you do, I have control of you.." Butterflies swarm my belly as I sing the words..