Novel & Cerita Submissive Women

The word throbbed on his lips, full of laughter and hunger. “No,” she replied, holding him in a steady gaze. "I want to submit. But not on your terms. I do not submit out of fear of hellfire or contract violation. I submit because I want to feel your mastery. I want to be pleasing you because it is my own desire to do so. The power dynamic remains. You are the Master. I am the willing submissive. But the foundation changes from coercion to consent."

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..

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.

I cried out He climbed on top of me as he kissed me forcefully "Get off me you moron!! I yelled biting his lips A sharp pain ran down my body as I realized he had forced himself on me That's all he know! Raping a woman! "Plead with me mistress and I will spare you" he says smirking as he increases his pace I closed my eyes as I tried to think of my past life! My once happy life How did I ended up as a mistress to the beast? *You just have to SUBMISS to him,,Anyway its really unbelievable you were the first one he weds to, you parents must have owned him a lot"* I recalled those words as tears flow down freely

I stiffened instantly, my eyes snapping open in a wave of sudden, blinding panic. Stepping around the dark velvet partition were the Dominant and submissive from the sunken chamber below. The man was dressed impeccably, his suit jacket rebuttoned, carrying a calm, formidable air. The woman walked beside him, her black leather corset cinched tight, her neck still sporting the thick leather collar. But her eyes were soft, serene, and entirely peaceful—the unmistakable glow of a submissive who had been thoroughly used and cherished.

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.”

Don, who held contrasting thoughts just felt lucky that his daughter survived and only ended up with a knee injury that wouldn't cause her to become completely immobile, she would still experience discomfort and her life would change but she could still walk at the end of the day, but the two woman folks in his life viewed it as if the whole world was falling apart. Amena shook her head, she knew her husband meant well, and she also knew he didn't understand how to express himself, but that didn't excuse the fact that he was rushing their daughter, when she was ready she would let them know. At this moment in time, Anita as always was on her computer reading her erotica novels and contemplat

Trigger Warning: This story contains graphic content, intense power dynamics, explicit sex between women, and themes of submission that may be triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is advised. The room was hot now. Not just from the air. From them. From cum, sweat, heat, tongues, nails, spit, control. All three women were naked. Their dresses discarded. Heels still strapped to their feet. Nipple rings, bruises, bite marks…they wore their submission like status. But tonight? They weren’t submissive.

Eve spent the entire trip fondling her servant while casually chatting with the driver about road conditions and possible hurricanes. By the time they got home, Trish was aroused and desperate for sex. Eve ordered her to put her hands against the wall and remain in that position, no matter what. Trish would get her orgasm, but she'd have to remain in that submissive posture for her Mistress to oblige her.

Personal Qualities: The Submissive will not enter into any sexual relations with anyone other than the Dominant. The Submissive will conduct herself respectfully and modestly at all times. She must recognize that her behavior is a direct reflection on the Dominant. She shall be held accountable for any misdeeds, wrongdoings, and misbehavior committed when not in the presence of the Dominant. Failure to comply with any of the above will result in immediate punishment, the nature of which shall be determined by the Dominant.