Novel & Cerita Submissive Women

“The men can't stop discussing your beauty, and honestly, I see why. It’s just unfortunate that you’re a submissive wolf.” Before I could formulate a response, another woman, her eyes not even flickering in my direction, plunged forward. “Isn’t that actually a good thing? At least we don’t have to worry about her flaunting a slutty attitude toward our men like she did back in the Wind Ridge Pack.” “Rebecca! Susan!” Hannah chided them with a bright smile. “Let's not be mean. You know how these submissive wolves are always eager to elevate their status? We can't blame them, can we?”

She began— “I’m willing to help but with difficult conditions. If I take you in and shield you, if I’m going to protect you from Matteo, you will not be my equal. You can never be my husband or partner again. You will be my submissive. You know I’m craving for a BDSM male sub. I think you will be the best choice. You will be like my domestic servant. A property in and out of my bedroom.” The message was clear. “You want freedom from them? You give yourself to me.”

Knowing how he saw the situation we were in went a long way to helping me understand him. "In our world, my mate, men are dominant, and the women are submissive. This is a generalization, of course, there are accounts of females being dominant or even neither. Still, even then, such a thing is allowed by the head male in the family or her king. Generally speaking, our females are submissive towards their mates and their male relatives. In this submissiveness, they agree to obey the rules set forth for them as well as accept the punishment of failing to do so," Tohr explained. "The women just agree to this," I repeated in a bit of awe.

she said, remembering that she'd mentioned Marie and the swinging situation. Heidi was shaking her head. "I mean, for me it's not about wanting other people. I only want to please my..." she hesitated. She glanced over at Kelly and cleared her throat. "I'm a submissive." Kelly looked at her, confused. "I might be expanding my horizons, but I still don't know much about other sexual lifestyles," she said.

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--,"

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.

Thank God my voice doesn't sound strained, and the command actually sounds like one and not a feeble attempt to appear dominant. Sarah obeys and slowly turns around, covering her breasts with her hands. I don't understand why she's so shy. The woman is absolutely gorgeous, and her body is perfection itself. "Hands on your hips, kitten," I lean back in the chair and smirk. Sarah's a perfect combination of strength and obedience. Maybe I'm enjoying this too much, but she's so submissive and responsive; I can't help it. I'm weak when it comes to strong women who are willing to give themselves to me the way I want them to in the bedroom.

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

Just because my Charli could submit didn’t mean she was weak. On the contrary, it took a strong woman to be submissive, to relent and trust. That was the woman she was. Charli was fucking hot as hell when she gave herself—on her knees, her chin bowed, and eyes veiled. When she acquiesced, it was a gift, an offer to surrender her body and mind—her two most powerful assets. That’s what submission was meant to be, a gift. Something given, not something that was required or taken.

I ask her. She nods. “Say it honey, I need you to say it with your mouth” I tell her. “Yes, Mistress,” she says firmly. “I'm here to be your submissive.” “And what is a submissive??” I drawl. “A submissive is an owned girl, property of a dominant,” she replies. “Good girl,” I smirk. “Now, what does a submissive do?” “To serve their masters or mistress,” she replies with no hesitation. “Good girl!” Then I touch her ass softly, causing her to inhale sharply as my nails scratch her skin.