Submissive Women Story Novels & Stories

"No, I guess not. Be pretty expensive. You white folk are damn freaky; you know that?" "Black folks do it too, Shasta. Rhonda is only one example. I know of others, and I've licked the cunts of Asians, both Japanese and Chinese, someone from India, a Swedish woman. Although the others of different races I know are submissive, there are black Master's and Mistresses as well. We ship our bed frames to all parts of the world. Dominants and submissives exist in every part of society, just like everyone else." "Is it all voluntary?"

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.

A loud, visible gulp leaves her throat, her ass muscles squeezing on their own against my palms at my deduction. "Talk to me, Anor. Let me hear it." God, I want to hear her voice; I need to listen to her clearly state what her body craves. And I realize something profound as I wait for her to speak: I have never had a one-on-one, intimate conversation about what a submissive actually likes. In the past, women just signed a cold legal document, listed out their hard limits, and that was it. I never questioned what a woman truly desired, not even Montana:she had told me she had no hard limits, which turned out to be a blatant lie. Everything I did, she secretly detested.

She began— “I’m willing to help but with difficult conditions. If I take you in and shield you, if I’m going to protect you from Matteo, you will not be my equal. You can never be my husband or partner again. You will be my submissive. You know I’m craving for a BDSM male sub. I think you will be the best choice. You will be like my domestic servant. A property in and out of my bedroom.” The message was clear. “You want freedom from them? You give yourself to me.”

Nothing about it was fair any more. These past few years Jane had begun to accept the fact that she wasn't one of the Waleskis. And she had started writing a book called the Unfair Life of Jane, Plain, and Short. It wasn't a real book, just a list of experiences and even that made Jane wonder whether the universe had something in the particular against her. For example:

she asked her then she nodded to her approval. The woman cannot believe that she is not lying at all. The face of the young lady is so delicate and one of a kind. “Your skin is so soft; let me fix it for you as I will make you more alluring to the eyes of your husband.” “Ehh—“ “Do you know, I am like you before… I am one of the forced submissive of Jostein De Vere.” The young lady Monteverde cannot find the words to say to her as she is not lying when looking straight to her eyes.

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

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.

"Tanya?" She doesn't even look at me as she walks forward with a strut and stands directly in front of the men with one hand resting on her waist. "You haven't even heard the story of how Rita, AKA Donintatix, kidnapped this woman and did all sorts of horrible things to her. She was also going to sell her out as a prostitute. I presume you all have daughters and would not like such to happen to any of them?" My mouth falls open as I look from her face to the men. They're just as intrigued as I am. One of them points at her with a frown. "And who are you?"

Her curly hair were clutched above her head and there were nipple clamps on. “I am ready as you wanted me to.” She spoke, without looking at him. “What?” Theo barked. “Who is she, Theo?” It was Natalie. Theo looked at the woman again, “I don’t know who is she.” “I am your submissive, master Theo. Please don’t abandon me. I have been waiting for you for the last week. Here. Just like you wanted me every night.” These words were acid to Theo’s ears. “What the fuck are you saying?” He turned to Natalie. “I swear, baby, I don’t know her.”