Submissive Women Novels & Stories

This was no ordinary building; it was a haven for the unconventional, a sanctuary where the out-of-the-ordinary was not just accepted but celebrated. I swallowed hard at the scene before me. The ambiance was sophisticated, with people elegantly sipping on their drinks and engaging in casual conversations. But, what struck me was the luxury and submission. There were not only women but men, seated on the floor like slaves. Some of them were positioned on the laps of men, engaged in intimate moments, yet not entirely penetrating. There was an unspoken agreement and a display of desires and lusts explored within a framework that blurred the lines between freedom and submission.

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.

Dominants are always Superiors, but humans can be dominant too. Human and Superior males who rank under sixty percent for the submissive gene are called Moors, and the female equivalent is called a Core. All Superior or human females that meet the sixty to eighty percent threshold are called Submissives. Lastly, anyone, whether they are superior or human, with eighty-one percent or more submissive traits, is called a true submissive. They are the rarest and most coveted and are reserved for the Superior Dominants because of their biological ability to tame the most heinous of beasts. True submissives are also the most cared for and often claimed by clans. There have been two instances in alm

The title, printed in elegant typography, makes me catch my breath: ​FRAMEWORK AGREEMENT OF CONFIDENTIALITY, EXCLUSIVITY, AND PERSONAL SUBMISSION ​DEFINITION OF SUBMISSIVE STATUS: ​The Submissive is defined as a person who, in full possession of their faculties and on a voluntary basis, consciously surrenders their personal, physical, and emotional autonomy to the Authority of the Mistress. Accepting this status implies total willingness to be guided, disciplined, and molded under the direct orders of the Mistress, understanding that their body, time, and privacy are subordinated to the dynamics set forth in this agreement. ​Clause 1: Confidentiality and Absolute Discretion.

Tomorrow, I'm buying a pink whip. I'll type up a new contract myself. If they want this body, baby, they're going to have to suffer. SUBMISSIVE 15.13. The Submissive accepts the Dominants as her owners and understands that she is now their property and at their disposal whenever the Dominants desire, throughout the contract term in general, but especially during the assigned hours and any additional agreed-upon hours. Oh, hell no, I don't accept that. They can shove this contract up their asses!!!

But instead of working, I had my skirt rucked up around my waist, legs spread wide under my desk, and two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy. The video on my screen was paused on the most dangerous frame: a tall, elegant woman in a crisp black suit, very much like Victoria, had her much younger submissive bent over a glass desk. The dominant’s hand was fisted in the girl’s hair, strap-on buried to the hilt in her dripping cunt, the submissive’s mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

Although she was a woman of the night, she never thought about this at all. Even when she had sex with her husband several times, it must have been the man who always dominated, even though she had once because of the fucking game. This time it is the woman who satisfies her husband's passion, leading their hot romance by suppressing all her shyness. And that's all she does with William's instructions of course. Because she herself falls into the category of lame in making love. Although she used to be known as LiOn who was always able to conquer every man. But now in front of her husband, she's just a sweet, submissive rabbit.

“To permit institutions for women, with just a single sentence?” She laughs, grabbing the paper from me. She looks at it again, if possible, the smirk growing bigger on her face. “Royal Consorts are so used to just being submissive and following orders like they don’t have another braincell that could process anything else but being a submissive wolf. Listen, sweetheart, the world revolves on fear. Control it, make it something you could use on other people. You women claim that you’re so lucky that you have an education, but you never get to use it. All you consorts, want is to stand beside a man, proving what? Your womanhood? Your femininity? What does that do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

She crept to her normal hiding spot, determined to pay attention so she could escape in time if things went quiet for too long. “What’s this really about, Clint ?” the woman asked. “I’m paying you not to ask questions.” “And I don’t need your money,” she replied, more honey than bitter for the moment. “Are you sure you aren’t a masochist? Perhaps a switch? A lot of men have some submissive tendencies. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It doesn’t make you less of a man. Running such a successful business and practice with so many people to keep happy is stressful. It’s okay to

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