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- 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

“I didn’t say that. You’re putting words in my mouth, Sue. You have a lot of great things going for you. You’re passionate, strong-willed, persistent, and bold.” “And what is it that men want?” “Well, Jim tells me that men like women who are submissive to their husbands. You know, women should be soft spoken, delicate, sweet, and obedient.” “How cute. Are you allowed to do anything you want or is it all about what he wants?” “Sue, don’t be so negative. It is God’s way.” “I don’t think I care much for this.” “Your attitude is exactly why you were a spinster for so long. Men don’t want women who oppose what they say or want.”

I noticed Summer, Jane, Trisha, and especially Candice who was staring right now in Heaven as they pay attention to him. Speaking of Trisha and Candice, they are absolutely playboys and I know why they’re staring like that, it seems they wanted to taste Heaven now. Yeah, speaking of Heaven--they heard a little about who's Heaven and also its background as they're looking for about you know...those boys that they want to be one of their boys. The heck! Yes, indeed.

Fin wrapped his hand around Jax's waist as he spoke, "First, he beats Nico, then he causes his Beta to submit. Now he's curled up in your lap. He's definitely not your normal sub. In fact, if I didn't see the way he acted around you, I don't think I'd consider him a sub at all. I'd rather not get on his bad side." "You and me both." That came from Josh, who glanced at his future luna with respect and slight fear. They weren't wrong. The way he acted and carried himself made it extremely clear that he was an Alpha through and through. And a strong one at that. I didn't mind, though. In fact, the way he dominated others while submitting to me was sexy, in my opinion. It gave me more to cherish

I need my peace and the fact that Micah might feel uncomfortable moaning wasn't what I enjoyed during sex, I love hearing her cry and moan freely while I thrust into her hole. Sooner the field had been cleared and I walked back to Micah whose eyes were on me until I got closer. "What did you do?" She asked. "I told you I own this place," I replied. "Oh my God..." She looked in awe and I smiled unintentionally at her expression. She's too beautiful to make anyone angry. I bet if I hadn't taken her as a submissive no person would have had the guts to make her as obedient as she is with me. "Why?" She arched an eyebrow while hiding a secret smile.

The velvet curtains were drawn, the air heavy with cigar smoke and the faint perfume clinging to the half-naked woman on the chaise. She performed the part she’d been bought to play—obliging, silent, useful. That was the way that women were meant to be. subservient and putting their mouth to good use. I let her take my cock in her pretty, little mouth and do what she was meant to do; suck me until I came down her throat. The bitch was doing a good job too.

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."

thighs shaking, dripping so much I could hear the wet slap of our bodies echoing between the books. In two weeks I hadn’t thought about another woman. Not once. Not the models who texted me explicit photos at 2 a.m. Not the executives who “accidentally” brushed against me at galas, nipples hard through silk. Six submissives before Kris. All of them beautiful. All of them obedient. All of them temporary.

Sometimes I wonder if they think I like a woman that too submissive, I like woman that are submissive yes but I like a woman who can defend herself when needed, She's not normal she's not like those other thirsty ass bitches I let into my booth she's different. "I like how you can defend your self" I said. "Can't have a man talking over me like I am a child" she said with pure dominance in her voice my cock then throbbed with excitement. "Hm I see, the reason I called you here with me is to ask you to be my personal submissive". "Um no I'm not like that you think that I'm like one of your whores? Well no I'm not one of them and to make matters worse, you want me to be your personal whore".Sh

Two people fighting for both domination and submission. The lyrics have never really appealed to me until right in this very minute. Isn't submission an outlet? A way of forgetting your worries? Your fears? Your responsibilities? Your everyday life? Would being submissive help me move on from my hell? Could I be submissive? Was I ever a submissive woman? "I love the way you look at me, I love the way you smack my ass, I love the dirty things you do, I have control of you.." Butterflies swarm my belly as I sing the words..