Submissive Women Novels & Stories

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."

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.

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.

"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.

I look at the time on my watch, and realize how late it is; a quarter to seven. "Yes, yes, of course, you can always leave at your usual time," I explain, closing the laptop. He nods and leaves the place, and I stare at how incredible life is: the manager is a woman raised in an orphanage, a woman who was raised by nuns, and it's not that this is something out of this world, but that she exudes sexuality, sex, desire, and I can even swear that she's not a virgin. What if it is? Most of these women don't have sex, or they're lesbians. I shake my head, and get ready to grab my things. First time in my life that I stay so late in the office, and more to check the data of an unknown person, but

She was so responsive, allowing me to have my wicked way with her like a true submissive. I wanted to make her exactly that. My submissive. Willing to take my cock. Willing to give me pleasure. Her body was perfect for it. So supple and curvy and damn that ass. That perfectly peach-shaped ass. I couldn't wait to sink between them. I wanted to see the look on her face when I did. "Lay down," I ordered, watching as she swiftly obeyed. Her tits bounced lightly. They looked like round-shaped cakes with her red nipples serving as the cherry on top.

Jaxon and his sons had seen countless beauties of incomparable grace and charm, yet every one of those women had been obedient and docile toward them, terrified of provoking their anger. They had never encountered anyone like Yuria, so commanding and queenly in her bearing. This stirred tremendous interest in them. Jaxon's mind began scheming. Once the arena matches ended, should he ask Dyson for a few succubi to try out? Yuria would be ideal, naturally. He knew he could only dream, though.

Section One: Code of Conduct • Duties of Servitude Above all, the primary duty of Rachel Rivers, now referred to as the Submissive is to please. 1. Personal Duties: Attend to the physical and emotional needs of Mr. Nathaniel Madden, herein now referred to as the Dominant, behave as his sexual plaything, offer physical comfort, act in obedience, remain honest and loyal, and wait on the Dominant as desired. 2. Household Duties: The Submissive is not required to perform any duties except those assigned by the Dominant.

As was she, with my permission and a promise to fill me in on all the details. The thought of Anna being with anyone else made me jealous. But it also made me hard as fuck. I’d make her scream my name as she told me stories. I’d give her quests. Mmm I had a lot to talk to Anna about. “Hello handsome, what are you thinking about?” Jess approached me with a whiskey in hand. She’d been one of my first subs, but decided she actually preferred being a dominatrix. We still caught up and would test the boundaries, usually inviting a few other people along to join in. This is just the distraction I needed.

It was about hers. She had me kneel, had me wait, had me obey. And every time I did, I felt something inside me shift. Something deep. Something primal. It was like she had unlocked a part of me I hadn’t even known was there. When she undressed in front of me, every ounce of my willpower screamed at me to move, to take her. But I stayed frozen. I remained where she had ordered me to stay. And for the first time in my life, I realized that this was true power. Not in taking. Not in being the alpha. But in letting go. In submitting.