Submissive Women Story Novels & Stories

I demanded. Her eyes were full of lust. They scream the essence of submissiveness. I guess if I ask her to do something so illegal and immoral, I bet she’d do it in instant way without second thoughts. I dropped my fingers inside her as my tongue mimick its movements. I ensure that our eyes were in contact, letting her picture out every nasty thing I’m doing to her right now. Three instant movements and she already cum, too much that it even spilled over my face and chest.

There were men and women in collars, on all fours, dressed in degrading outfits. These men and women were next to their master or mistresses, looking proud to serve them. It wasn’t just women with men on leashes. The place had everything. Two guys in harnesses kissed slow in a corner while a petite woman in a corset held both their leashes while she enjoyed the show they were putting on. A woman in a stunning latex dress had a man on a leash at her feet and he nuzzled her boot. In a left corner a man was feeding grapes to a submissive bound in intricate rope. The energy was one of surrender, of power willingly given and taken.

"It's unfortunate, you would have been really useful. You're kind of cute too." As he began walking away, Nate felt as if ever single of his steps were signing his death warrant. Time had slowed down exponentially, feeling as if every single second felt like an hour as his mind raced with thoughts of what Dante had wanted and how he could have been useful. He had no idea why he had to tease him or act as if he was going to stab him, and the worse was that Dante had began undressing himself. It was only then that Nate finally connected the dots, gasping when he realized what Dante had been begging to receive. "You're..." he gulped, his eyes widening as he saw Dante's firm fingers reached onto

it’s about presence, confidence, and the ability to read your body like a book and rewrite it in the way they want. On the other hand, a submissive, or sub, is the one who gives in, willingly. They surrender their control and trust their Dom to take them to places they can't go on their own. It’s not about being weak. It’s about craving the freedom that comes from not having to lead, just to feel, respond, obey, and be consumed. Well…I’ve been both. And both sides awakened different parts of me. But nothing compares to what it felt like when my husband decided to test the limits of what I used to be… and remind me who I still am beneath it all.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

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.

My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"

She was quite beautiful. "Huh?" Chase frowned. She looked like a young, married woman with a seductive face. She had a great body and an alluring smile. Chase was not planning on killing her. However, an image formed in his mind the moment he saw the woman. She was kneeling on the ground and crying. "I'm begging you, please save me! Please save us!" "Why should I help you?" Chase asked sardonically. "The Webers abuse their power and bully the people. I'm only doing what I should be doing. Why should I pity you?"

"It's a long story but I will shorten the story. She drinks, smokes, and works as a prostitute. All these are what I never knew but as time went on I began to find out" "This is very sad. Why would a woman do such? After seeing a better man who is ready to accept her into this mansion and then she allowed her feelings to sweep her away. Well I think it is a habit that she formed a long time ago and it will be very difficult for such a woman to submit to a man" Susan hoped Alex wouldn't ask about hers. She has a very pathetic story and she didn't like sharing it with anyone. "You are very correct. What about you?"

"Oh no! I'm not blaming women for men's infidelity. As a woman, I would never do something like that. But what I wanted to do was to provide a different perspective. What if wives can do the same thing mistresses do to their men?" "Like what?" "Good sex." When she realized Peter was listening, her eyes widened. "I'm sorry, I forgot we had a minor on the table." She laughed like lunatic. "I guess this isn't the best place to bring up this subject," Miguel remarked lightly. "Yeah, I agree." Isabella smiled at them as she wiped her lips with a table napkin. "I'm looking forward to our TV interview. Then we can talk some more. I believe you have a lot of intriguing questions for me."