Submissive Women 소설 & 이야기

The position was one of complete surrender, a physical manifestation of her willingness to submit to their desires. Lila obeyed without hesitation, her body trembling with anticipation. The power dynamic, usually a source of unease, now felt intoxicating, a thrilling surrender to their dominance. She lowered herself to her knees, her hands finding purchase on the cool floor, her head bowing in submission. The vulnerability of the position, the exposure of her body, heightened the intensity of her arousal, making her yearn for their touch even more.

Micah mentioned and I grinned, wanting to do all that is in my head. But I will take it slow. "How much do you want me?" I asked her. "More than you want me." She replied with a seductive glom. "I will be your submissive. Over, and over again. And you will bring me here and fuck me as you wish." With that said, I lowered my head.

He was struggling to verbalize his instinctive reaction to their submissiveness. "Do you think we are your possessions?" Tina asked. "No! That's not it-" "Are we not women in your eyes?" she continued calmly, ignoring Ben's agitation. "Of course you're women! You're all intelligent, strong, loving, beautiful women-" "Ben, what you want to possess is our love, body and soul. This is what we want more than anything to give to you. It may be primal but for us it is exactly what we need. We feel safe being submissive with you because you still see us as women and not as objects," Tina explained. Ben paused to think about that.

"Sit." No hesitation, she sat. "Continue," he demanded. She gulped. "Can I trust you?" "The door is locked. We're the only ones here. I wouldn't rat you out. It's against my policy. You decide?" She nodded. "To the world, I'm married like every other lady, but my husband...forget that. But my condition doesn't allow anyone to come close to me. On the outside, I might look okay. Besides, what would a woman who can't feel get turned on for?"

“You’re not learning. Who’s in charge here?” “But I need it,” she whines. I step closer, pressing my body against her heated skin, my hand sliding between her thighs to feel how soaked she already is. “What you need and what you think you deserve are two different things. You come here chasing pain because it gets you off, but you never actually submit. You want the high without the surrender.” Her hips rock against my fingers despite her words. “I submit when it’s worth it.” I pinch her clit lightly, making her jolt. “You’re disrespectful, sub. What do you call me?”

But it was the people that caught my attention. There had to be forty people in the space. Dominants and submissives in various states of undress, some engaged in scenes, others watching, the energy thick with sex and power. A tall woman in leather approached us. "Dominants Four and Submissive Seven. We've been expecting you. I'm Mistress Catherine, and I run the club. You've signed all the consent forms?" "We have," Dante confirmed. "Excellent. Then let me give you the tour." She led us through the space, explaining the different stations. The fucking benches where submissives could be mounted and used. The glory hole wall where subs could service anonymous cocks. The sensory deprivation ch

Something they could no longer ignore. The moment before—the one suspended between desire and action, between restraint and surrender—was over. And what came next… would not be quiet.

There was fury, humiliation, a wild vitality that even total defeat hadn't extinguished. It's that vitality, perhaps. The other women… those brought to me, those who throw themselves at me for money or protection… they have a veneer. Calculated seduction, purchased submission, or pure fear. Their eyes quickly become empty, or complicit. Their souls are negotiated, sold, resigned.

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"