Submissive Women Novels & Stories

Okay, honestly, now it is explained, it does not sound or look as scary as before. This actually seems like something normal; people have sex all the time with strangers, and many film their sexual acts and post them online, so I can understand this. We move on to the next window. “Some women need a submissive in their lives. This is one way how they can get it. If they have people living with them, if they have a partner or don't have room for a playroom, then this is a good alternative.” I know a little about Submissive; the whole thing is fascinating.

"She would have been an ideal candidate for this program, which I admit to be inspired by her. It was her determination to become submissive, her determination to return to Master, damn the consequences that showed me how deeply these submissive tendencies run in some people. As for taking her with me, that would happen only if this proposal is adopted, and if the group felt I was a suitable candidate to lead this endeavor, and of course with their permission. I will say she'd be an invaluable training tool." "Devon, humor me, justify that." Dominique said. "Imagine showing a prospective client the wonderful Slave Jeannette. A woman who can discuss current events, once we tell her to watch t

it’s about presence, confidence, and the ability to read your body like a book and rewrite it in the way they want. On the other hand, a submissive, or sub, is the one who gives in, willingly. They surrender their control and trust their Dom to take them to places they can't go on their own. It’s not about being weak. It’s about craving the freedom that comes from not having to lead, just to feel, respond, obey, and be consumed. Well…I’ve been both. And both sides awakened different parts of me. But nothing compares to what it felt like when my husband decided to test the limits of what I used to be… and remind me who I still am beneath it all.

it was something to behold. "Letting you entice me into using you so you can get off is greedy, not submissive. I know you're new to this, but that's not how it works. A submissive does what she's told. She doesn't argue. She puts the wants and needs of her master first, and her own second. Or maybe third." "I sucked your dick! I let you spank me!" "And you came from both of those," I countered. Candy gasped. "You got off from sucking Canon's cock?" Her nipples were visible through her dress now. Their location was even more noticeable when she started twisting them through the thin red fabric.

My words were healing her somehow. I pressed on. “Guys like that think everything will magically go back to normal as long as women go back to being submissive. Like they expect us to take whatever is being thrown at us with our heads bowed low, thinking us being a wife to them is a badge of honor we should be grateful for.” I saw her body rattle in support of my statement. The crowd had also started to disperse, seeing no avenue for escalating drama.

"Yes, Mistress, all of that!" "Well, at least we know you're willing to submit. Hell, you are downright deliciously excited to submit." Abi walked right up and leaned down to whisper in Cecilia's ear. "You're the most submissive woman in the room, aren't you? That's your secret, isn't it? You absolutely want to be the very bottom slut in the house, don't you? You want to have to let everyone else control you. To take away your need to be the prim and proper businesswoman, mother and lady you've had to be for years, that's your secret, isn't it, Mommy-Slut?" Cecilia shook so hard and Abi could see and smell her arousal as it was already running down her thighs. "OH YES! MISTRESS!!"

At least in bed, she responded to my dominance with a surrender that felt genuine rather than calculated. Most women in my circle were performers, playing roles they thought would appeal to me. They submitted because they'd been taught it was what powerful men wanted, not because something in their nature craved that surrender. But Aria... there had been nothing artificial about her responses tonight. No practiced moans or strategic positioning. Just raw, desperate need that had matched my own. The irony wasn't lost on me. Here was a woman with no breeding, no connections, no advantages beyond her beauty—and yet she understood something fundamental about herself that eluded most of the sophi

Kira couldn’t seem to keep her voice from quivering. She was a stickler to rules after all... “Well, that the submissives are willing, no one is pushed or hurt beyond their threshold, that anyone that comes into this room has adhered to the two drink maximum, and the club is kept secret.” Rose ticked off her list as she summarized it all in one word. “How would you know am a submissive?” Kira asked in disbelief. “Oh, so much more than you know.” It was Dom that finally spoke up. "Now, I think you’ve got the gist of it.” He stepped close to her. “This is a place where you can let go. Let go of the bullshit of the outside world. Relinquish control and everyday life decisions, to me.

Surprise filled his face. "I-I'm sorry." "Fallon... when a man tells you to he can give you better, more—you listen." A vein twitched. "You women are supposed to be obedient, submissive and compliant." My hands craved the gun burning a hole at the back of my head. What I hate the most about men is their egocentrism and fucked up perception of what a woman should be.

They lean close to their subs, whispering commands, trailing fingers over shoulders or down arms with a control that sends chills down my spine. Across the room, a few men are handcuffed to the arms of their chairs, their wrists adorned with sleek leather cuffs. They sit, almost reverent, their heads bowed slightly as their Dominants hover over them, their words inaudible but their intentions clear. One woman in a corset, tall heels, and a gleaming silver mask stands before her sub, her hands on her hips, her gaze steady and critical. Her voice is a firm murmur, her words sharp enough to make him flush under his mask as she sneers, a faint smirk lifting her lips.