Submissive Women Story Novels & Stories

“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?”

I say standing up after I had squatted for some time so I could stare comfortably at her. I turned my back to her and walked away to the store room which was a few rooms away from the bedroom we had slept in last night. To be specific that wasn't the room I usually sleep in, I punish whichever submissive I pick on the island by tying them against the bars and locking up windows while keeping them naked with the doors locked and they sweat until morning, then I return to them to carry out my pleasure on them. By then they would have been weak and I would just be in control but it didn't go as I wanted it with Micah.

Cindy whispered to Mark, her hand still on his leaking dick. “But……Cindy..I” “I'm never allow that toothpick of yours into my pussy anymore, so it is you know your place cuck.” She interrupted him, with a small smile. “Please, please, I know my place mistress, please it hurts.” Mark cried, pointing at his dick that Cindy held. “From now henceforth, I'm your mistress and my bull your master. You will always be on a cuckcage, and cum only when i give you permission. Is that understood?” She asked reducing the pressure on his dick.

The metallic clink of chains echoed softly between cries and laughter. Everywhere she looked, fantasies unfolded openly. A woman arched back in bliss beneath a flogging. A man knelt silently at his Mistress’s feet. Another submissive sobbed beautifully while being comforted after a scene. No shame. No mockery. No pretending. Only raw honesty wrapped in ritual and trust. Ruby’s chest tightened almost painfully. This was real. Not stories. Not fantasies online. Real people. Real surrender. Real control. And somewhere within this intoxicating kingdom of desire…

I had bodyguards, a mansion, and no freedom. Church wasn’t any better. All the women were obsessed with virtue and submission. Every sermon was about pleasing your husband. One Sunday, a woman stood up and asked why she never had orgasms. The church gasped like she had committed a sin just for saying it. But I sat there, wondering… What does an orgasm feel like? I didn’t even know. Then I met Jessica. She dressed however she wanted. Her husband didn’t call her a prostitute or shame her like James did. She was married to one of James’s business partners. We started shopping together, and I quietly studied her marriage.

THAT was sex. She was trying to figure out what the rules for this were. She was technically claimed by Clara until the woman released her back into the "pool" of subs. Did she just lie here until her mistress woke up? Then she realized that she didn't have much of a choice. Her arms were wrapped around the smaller woman, and her wrists were handcuffed on the other side. "Stop thinking," muttered a very tired domme. "Wakin' me up." "Sorry . . . Mistress Clara," she said, then kissed the woman on the exposed nape of her neck. It had seemed like such a casual gesture, but it seemed to get the woman's attention.

I don't find this topic very interesting at all. “What about it?” I ask her. “Well, the portrayal of the female power in literature of those days isn't glorified, when compared to the males.” She says. “We all know why that is. They're not interesting.” “You're wrong!” She fires back immediately!” “Okay miss.” I reply to her, then take a seat before her. “You know what, tell me about interesting feminine stories of that time period, something that might even for a second, convince me. “Well, if you must know, we had stories focused on fierce women, with wits… like… in The Tale of Lady Serin, where she overthrows a king without ever lifting a blade,” she begins, her voice steadying as she fin

In the past, my age gap stories have always been about Dominating older male and submissive younger female. With this book, I wanted to do the opposite of that: I wanted to see if I could engage readers in a story that challenges this popular trope. I thought it'd be fun to make the man the submissive. I usually enjoy stories like that. And I know many readers would love to see a silver fox on his knees! This book is for all my female Doms and submissive males! Here, you'll find a sassy, obsessive, jealous male sub and a selfish morally grey female Dom.

Okay, honestly, now it is explained, it does not sound or look as scary as before. This actually seems like something normal; people have sex all the time with strangers, and many film their sexual acts and post them online, so I can understand this. We move on to the next window. “Some women need a submissive in their lives. This is one way how they can get it. If they have people living with them, if they have a partner or don't have room for a playroom, then this is a good alternative.” I know a little about Submissive; the whole thing is fascinating.