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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.

I needed to know that she had not compromised Dyelin and made away with our state secrets. "Women find me attractive and appealing, and Dyelin is a woman. I carry a certain grace." She moved her feet wrapped against my member up and down. "How so?" I was still confused. "Well, females usually want to please me and be in my good graces." She bragged. "I am not sure that would work on Dyelin." I dared her and she smiled. "Well, there are two kinds of people in the world, the dominant and the submissive. Knowing your place on this spectrum decides what you get out of life. While I am what I am, I am quick to discern what others are." She explained and I was impressed.

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.

He leaned in close to my ear and chuckled softly, "Since you’re dressed like this, why are you pretending to be modest?" My whole body froze, overwhelmed with embarrassment, and I wished I could escape immediately. He then hooked his arm around my waist, a sly smile playing on his lips as he said, "In our three years of marriage, I've been sleeping on the floor all those years. It's been a while since I've slept with you. How about... you use your body to persuade me?"

The same voice guided through the auction. It was already terrible to watch her lying so weak and unconscious in that cage. But my limits were tested when she woke up and I saw the brand on her chest. I had never seen Carys that helpless and terrified before. She clearly struggled to fight the brand’s control on herself, but failed every time. “Submissive women are no more fun. The real fun’s now in bringing dominant ones on their knees and under you like little whores and sluts.” “I am getting this one on my bed tonight…”

Our girl likes to be degraded. It was a bit crazy as she reacted the same way to the submissive being praised. I couldn't believe that she was once against dominance and submission. She reacted so well that I was certain she was moist already. I couldn't wait to see her reaction to the scene Matteo and I wanted her to watch. It was a scene that featured two men and a woman. We wanted her to see how it would feel to be dominated by two men, and more importantly, how it would work.

“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.”

squeezing the Strong men's hands. "If you can't, let someone have him who will enjoy what he's offering," I said, "and take care of him. You know, it was the reading material of Julia's which prompted me to ask if she wanted to try slavery and share her initially. Almost all of them featured submission and she read a lot of reverse harem books where one woman is expected to service multiple men. You're the first real example I've seen of it in real life. I now know two women with multiple woman slaves and one other male with two slaves, but only you with two men. I know they're not submissive to you, but how do you like it?" "I adore it," Regina replied. "While sex with Ron was never bad, it

“This hole is mine now. I’m gonna breed it every day until you forget your own name.” Skin slapped against skin, loud and obscene. He reached around and stroked my cock in time with his thrusts, driving me insane. “You feel that?” he rasped, leaning over my back. “My cock owning you. Say it.” “It’s yours,” I gasped, broken. “Fuck…your cock owns me. Breed me, Vincenzo. Please…” He fucked me harder, relentless, hips slamming forward. “That’s my captive. Begging for my load like a good little whore.”

I honestly wanted to answer back but I couldn’t lie about the fact that I really am… errr ‘was’ so crazy about him when I was younger. “Well, accepting the deal that she will become a dog by someone… isn’t that a clear sign that she was willing to become submissive? Why do women become submissive? One, they are abused. Second, they are in love, or third, they are just clearly crazy.” Bianca stared at me – giving me the right to choose. I exasperatedly sighed. “It doesn’t matter anymore! That’s all in the past. And I already told you about our thing. Isn’t that what you were after?”