Submissive Women Novels & Stories

Femme de Sexe--an exhibit dedicated to a woman's sensuality and the many roles she could inhabit when it came to sex. The room was filled with art pieces that depicted every sensual role a woman could play. From paintings dedicated to female dominants to sculptures telling a story of a submissive, I had set this space up in a way that allowed women who visited to feel a sense of power, regardless of societal means. An ode to submissives as well- whether they knew it or not, this was a space that let them know that there's a specific kind of strength surrounding those who choose to fully submit themselves to another person, like myself.

There’s one with two teenage girls on their knees, their hands bound as they suck a cock from a glory hole. The eroticism makes my breath falter. They spark the fires of my need, and I can feel my pussy leaking love juices. “I’m definitely going to apply to be drawn like this next year.” I hear one woman saying as she faces the drawing of a dominatrix bouncing on one of the cocks of her submissive while stroking the other submissive’s cock. The lady beside her chuckles. “Then I’m going to buy that drawing during next year’s exhibition.” The first woman gasps. “Why would you want to have my drawing hanging somewhere in your house, Ana!?” There’s a quiet laugh in her voice.

Section Three: Submissive’s pledge I will do my best to serve my Mister. I will work hard to correct any insecurities or inhibitions that interfere with my capability to serve him. I will grow as a person. I will maintain honest and open communication. I will reveal my thoughts, feelings, and desires without fear of judgment or embarrassment. I will bring him any wants and perceived needs of mine. I will not hold past mistakes against him. I will always trust him. My surrender as a submissive is done with the knowledge that nothing asked of me will demean me as a person and in no way diminish my own responsibilities toward making the utmost use of my potential.

’ 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?

“Why don’t you ask us some questions? It might put your mind at ease.” “Yeah, okay.” Jade took a sip of her drink. “Why are you naked?” “Because master Brady requires me to be.” She replied. “So he forces you to be?” “Dear God, no!” Joanne laughed. “My master never forces me to do anything. I give him my service to make him happy. If he requires me naked, then I am naked for him.” “Being a submissive is about giving yourself to someone.” Destiny added in. “We do everything we can to please our dominant. But if it is something we are unwilling to do, they respect that.”

I chuckle. “Unlike that bitch, my two guys don’t need drugs to get women to sleep with them. Vanessa Jacobs may not be so willing but Nessa the sub will be very willing to be with two of the most talked about Dominants in the kink community.” I give my best friend the benefit of the doubt, “Okay, if you say so.”

I had no intention of easing the situation for her, and neither did I want to watch her weasel her way out of this one. I finally understood why all the dominant females disliked her very much. She was a submissive female which always aroused the protective instincts of most male wolves so she used it to her advantage to seduce them. I mean, most of her fellow submissives couldn't even look a guy in the eyes but she was always around them, trying to draw them in like a magnet.

Alessio I feel content and pleased about my tour with Dr. Ross. Who would have thought such an independent and tough woman would interest me this much. I like my women to be submissive and obedient. To do as told and fall on their backs with their legs spread when I look at them. Most women do. Even those who are not naturally submissive fall into the role when I instruct them to. But not Catherine Ross. She defies me and talks back and acts like she has more courage than she actually has. But I see the fear shining in her innocent blue eyes.

He corrected and I slowly nodded my head in understanding. “A dominant is someone who’s always in control, someone who’s in power, or superior to the other… while a submissive is someone who tends to seek for guidance, control and confidence from the dominant. A submissive is someone who’s ready to put their trust in a dominant, because they know that the dominant wouldn’t ever hurt them or lead them astray.” He paused and I swallowed emptily, all what he had just said was still flying around the inside of my head but I was gradually digesting them all.

“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?”