Submissive Women Novels & Stories

Weaker vessels or not, I wasn’t going to cry on a matter like this. “ You know this more than anyone, a woman is..” I cut in right away and recited the statement I had imprinted in my brain. “ A woman is meant to be submissive. She has no will of her own. She’s like a trophy, she brings honor and respect to the man who has won her, but can never come to exist without a potential owner. Is that it? Is that the reason why you ship off your daughters to men who they live every day of their life despising?”

“If you fail to secure a husband tonight, your life as you know it is over. You will be sold off as a cheap whore. Gone is the lavish, loving life. Gone is your future.” He leans forward, voice dripping malice. “We’ll make sure the fucking dogs feast on you.” Behind him, a row of female teachers stand in stillness—heads bowed, hands folded neatly. But even they can’t hide their fear. Their shoulders are tight, faces pale. “Now seduce them,” he growls. “Like you’ve been taught. You are submissives—flawless, refined. The best in the world. Show them.” Then, with a final flick of his hand: “Leave.”

The two women immediately hopped up and came over. "On your knees," she said. Both dropped in front of her. "Gentlemen, this little whore, that little whore, and that worthless slime ball over there," she said, indicating Danielle, Amy, and Zeke, "are Duncan and Kelly's submissives. This one," she said, pointing at Heidi, "Is Marie and Ed's submissive." That was a new one for Kelly. She hadn't known that Heidi had agreed to be Ed and Marie's sub, and neither of her friends had told her.

Although he wasn't as rough and aggressive as he had been on the first night, I still couldn't accept engaging in such activities with him. After all, I was no longer his wife; I was just his lover, and he had a legitimate girlfriend who also lived under the same roof. I always felt that being intimate with him in this situation was somewhat unethical. Taking advantage of his gradually softened demeanor, I confronted him, "Aren't you afraid of hurting Selena's feelings if you keep sleeping with me?"

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.

- Each time we are in the red room, you will no longer have a name; you will be called number 1, because you are the first submissive to come to my floor. Here is a submission contract that is known only to us and my lawyers. In addition to the contract, there is a questionnaire that you must answer as honestly as possible, your preferences, what you hate the most; based on your answers, I will know how to conduct the sessions. - What are these sessions? - They are sessions where you will have a lot of pleasure. You are my submissive, my slave in the red room. But outside the room, you are my personal assistant in the eyes of everyone. I have two mistresses, four girlfriends in different cit

They fuck me through it, drawing the orgasm out until I’m sobbing, legs shaking uncontrollably. Before I can recover, they flip me onto my hands and knees. The blindfold stays on. Someone grabs my hair, arching my back. New fingers push into me from behind. Deeper this time. A different rhythm — rougher. Another woman reaches under me to play with my swinging breasts, tugging my nipples hard. “Such a perfect submissive whore,” someone says. “Husband works hard to buy this big house and you’re in here getting gangbanged by the neighborhood wives.”

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.

And she got a damn excuse to do so. • The submissive will not get along with anyone of the opposite gender except the women related to blood. Holy crap! I almost laughed at her rules. Literally, she was being cuter instead of being the evil one. • The submissive will not try to look attractive if the dominant is not around. • The submissive will be bound to satisfy the dominant by following the orders. • The submissive will not try to hide anything from the dominant during that period. I almost coughed. Hell no! There were a lot of things I had to hide from her. Especially my fucking feelings, deliberately calling the marriage off, faking to doubt her while trusting Eisha. If she knew any of

Alice asked. "Because they enjoy it," I said. I pointed to the collars and cuffs on Lisa, Janet and myself. "All three of us are submissives, sex slaves to our Masters. Reneé is also submissive. We enjoy being subservient to our Masters. Normally, we'd all be naked, waiting on our Dominants hand and foot, doing whatever they required us to do. We're only dressed because we're speaking to you and don't believe it would be appropriate to interview you in the nude."