Submissive Women Story Novels & Stories

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

"In the second year of our marriage, Damon wouldn't touch me. He wouldn't make love to me as his wife. I was so frustrated, so incredibly desperate for his attention and he was always all over other women. He had his own... his own private dungeon at home. I tried so many times to get him to look at me, but he wouldn't. So, out of sheer desperation, I offered myself to be his submissive. I regret it so much. I can't even believe I did that to myself." She took a shaky, trembling breath, her shoulders shuddering as the memories flooded back. "I thought... I thought it would be fun," she sobbed, her voice cracking. "I thought it was what would finally make him want me. But it was torture. Pure

The plan almost didn't work until Kianna decided to help intervene by lying to the women that she had been defeated by me. Her words were enough to invoke a feeling of cautiousness in the pack women, and then the challenges slowly ceased as time passed. Meanwhile, Gunnar and I kept having a lot of hot, sweaty sex to upgrade my wolf, but nothing seemed to be working. It was like I was stuck, and there was nothing I could do to change it, no matter how hard I tried. That's why Gunnar decided to select these second-tier submissive women to serve me as a precaution. I shook my head to drive away the thoughts that were swirling in my mind and turned to the ladies instead. “So what does this mean?

And I was going to find out why the fuck this woman was so goddamn quiet. Her panicked eyes shot up to mine. I forced myself to slow my movements, my eyes never leaving hers. Women like her – they understood sex because they lost themselves in the act of it. And submissives? They left their torment behind by letting someone else control them for a little while.

"You were only the second woman I'd ever done that for. The dominatrix who Master used to teach me was the first woman I'd been with. I prefer men. Master is more comfortable if I'm with women since he is my husband." "Speaking of which, is it true you arranged for the other woman to submit to your Master?" "She observed something Thursday night and wished to become like me. She asked and I agreed I would have no objection." Gwen inserted three fingers in my cunt and I gasped and climaxed, humping her hand. My hands remained behind my neck though I wanted nothing more than to grab her and control her manipulation of my pussy. "What did she see?"

I did the same to her, my fingers slipping through her folds, gathering the slickness there, circling her clit with light pressure. We stayed like that for a long time, touching and kissing, occasionally sliding a finger or two inside each other just to feel the soft heat and the way the other woman’s breath would catch. Eventually the touches grew more purposeful again. She rolled onto her back and pulled me over her so that our legs scissored together, our centers pressed close. We ground against each other slowly at first, then with more urgency as the friction built. The wet sounds of our bodies moving together filled the room. Her hands gripped my ass, pulling me tighter against her. Mi

Smut warning⚠️ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ DOMINIC Morning comes again, and I wake up next to my beautiful wife, my love, and finally, she becomes my submissive too. I don't expect how open-minded she is about this. If I knew she would be this open, I would ask her to become my submissive after we married, but everything in this life has a destiny.

My thumb scrolled down again, this time, my spirit tugged me towards a section labelled; correction. My breath hitched. ‘The submissive is expected to obey the dominant in all things without question. She is to procure the services of a gynaecologist of the Dominant’s choice every three months for contraceptives. The submissive shall be punished with any or more of these things once the dominant sees her actions as requiring such treatment…. Does the submissive consent to the use of;

The velvet curtains were drawn, the air heavy with cigar smoke and the faint perfume clinging to the half-naked woman on the chaise. She performed the part she’d been bought to play—obliging, silent, useful. That was the way that women were meant to be. subservient and putting their mouth to good use. I let her take my cock in her pretty, little mouth and do what she was meant to do; suck me until I came down her throat. The bitch was doing a good job too.

"Don't tell me you think Neal is still interested in you! Open your eyes, you fool. Twitter crashed this morning with the news of a woman cooking at Neal's place. He's hiding a beauty there, and you're just his used goods!" Before I could respond, he was sent flying by someone's kick. He roared, "Who the hell kicked me?" "Who do you think I am?" It was a familiar voice—Neal had arrived. I relaxed. I would never give my first time to someone as wicked as Dylan. Dylan's men released their hold on me at Neal's words. Neal stalked toward Dylan, making the temperature in the room drop with his iciness. He gripped Dylan by the neck and snarled, "Who gave you the nerve to touch my woman?"