Submissive Women Novels & Stories

They showed a qualitative exploration of dominant/submissive roles and relationships, explaining what they are and how they work. The search described dominants as empathic and nurturing, desiring and able to take control, attentive and responsible… a perfect definition of what Damon stood for. While submissives were characterized as willing to give up control and having a desire to please. The girl couldn't help but feel like she was reading her own biography as her eyes continued to scan down the words on the bright screen.

"This is heaven, Brie. Ah!" My hand was trembling when I held the doorknob. I already know what's happening inside but I still wanted to see it with my own eyes and made myself believe that it's not real, that maybe I was just imagining things. I wanted to know who's the girl he's with and that I'm not right in thinking that it was who I was thinking of because I truly believe that she can't do that to me, that she will never betray me like this. I slowly turned the knob and slightly opened the door. And just like what I expected, they are naked in the bed and enjoying each other's company like they are not betraying someone—me.

“Between a submissive and a slave?” “A submissive retains some control,” Vixen explained. She placed a glass of clear liquid in front of him and dropped a slice of lime into it. Water he presumed, and wished it were a beer. “They negotiate as to what is right for them with their Dom or Domme. A slave has surrendered the right to negotiate with their Dom or Domme. A slave is a submissive, but a submissive is not necessarily a slave.” She took Shadow by the collar, lifting him up until his face was on her level. “Give me a drink, Shadow,” she told him brushing her lips over his.

I honestly wanted to answer back but I couldn’t lie about the fact that I really am… errr ‘was’ so crazy about him when I was younger. “Well, accepting the deal that she will become a dog by someone… isn’t that a clear sign that she was willing to become submissive? Why do women become submissive? One, they are abused. Second, they are in love, or third, they are just clearly crazy.” Bianca stared at me – giving me the right to choose. I exasperatedly sighed. “It doesn’t matter anymore! That’s all in the past. And I already told you about our thing. Isn’t that what you were after?”

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Elisa Camden, the heiress of the Camden family. How the mighty have fallen—you're nothing but an escort now! Come on, let me take a good look at you." He approached me with a drink in hand, wanting to roam his free hand over my body. I frowned and backed away. I said, "I don't remember ever doing anything to offend you, Dylan. You're a piece of trash if you want to take advantage of me now that I'm down on my luck!" His expression darkened at my words. "I'm a piece of trash? I'll show you what trash is like, then!" He waved a hand, and people who seemed to be his lackeys surged forward. They whistled at me and pressed my head onto the table.

“Damn, okay, I see why she keeps rejecting my offer, but there are couple activities, you know, there is the claiming ritual.” “Claiming?” “Oh right, you asked me a question before, ‘subs’, was it? Subs are submissives, people who like to give up control to someone else. Sometimes, it's sexual; sometimes, it's not; this time, however, it is most definitely sexual. Anyway, claiming is where a ‘dom’, in this case, dominant, a submissive’s master, claims a submissive as her own in a room full of their most favoured sex partners or exes. This is for locals, though, because most locals know who dates who; I don’t know if you’d make the cut as Lizzy’s submissive, but-”

I tried to find the word, "Similar to a dominant and submissive relationship" His eyes green and clear remained glued to my face as I spoke, even after so long it was still unnerving to be the entire focus of his gaze. "You’re naturally bossy and I tend to be somewhat complacent, on some things” I immediately added because I didn't want to be giving him ideas. “Then you agree that you are submissive?“ I chewed on my bottom lip. “I guess?” “Most women find that term offensive with the recent feminist movement and all”

I always went back to one category, no matter what, though. The ones where the women were subs to others. I liked the women who were subs to other women, and the women who were subs to men. It was the sub part that attracted me. The look of pure joy on their faces as they served intrigued me far more than anything else did. It wasnt something Id ever tell to anyone; it was my secret, this need inside of me to be in control through subservience.

Just the pictures alone made more juices flow from her pussy and her nipples harden to points, pressing against the soft fabric of the t-shirt. "Are you a dominant or submissive?" read the headline on the home page. "Explore your hidden feelings," the message encouraged her. "Read the messages from people who embraced the lifestyle. See what works for you. You could be missing out on complete sexual fulfillment." Her eyes widened at the pictures of women on their knees, hands bound behind their backs, large cocks filling their mouths. Wearing collars of all kinds-leather, thin metal, some studded with jewels-as they knelt at the feet of their master, narrow metal clamps tightened on their ni

She didn't even like thinking it. "Who --" "None of your business," she said shortly. He nodded. Let her keep that secret. He had already unloaded a lot on her. But he had to set at least one thing straight. "Being a sexual submissive . . . having desires of the sort that you do, it doesn't make you weak. Some of the toughest people I've ever known find pleasure at the end of the crop and the spur. It takes a strength that most cannot even imagine to place that kind of trust in someone else's hands. Submissives have more power than you can imagine."