Novel & Cerita Submissive Women Story

“Damn, okay, I see why she keeps rejecting my offer, but there are couple activities, you know, there is the claiming ritual.” “Claiming?” “Oh right, you asked me a question before, ‘subs’, was it? Subs are submissives, people who like to give up control to someone else. Sometimes, it's sexual; sometimes, it's not; this time, however, it is most definitely sexual. Anyway, claiming is where a ‘dom’, in this case, dominant, a submissive’s master, claims a submissive as her own in a room full of their most favoured sex partners or exes. This is for locals, though, because most locals know who dates who; I don’t know if you’d make the cut as Lizzy’s submissive, but-”

The silence that was not empty. "Tell me about it," he said. "All of it. The room. The women." She told him. About the oval of chairs. About the particular quality of a room full of women who have all been in the kitchen in their different ways. About the woman who had read the book four times and needed to see that she was real. About the woman who was three days into her own version of the discovery and had come to the event in the particular bravery of someone still in the acute phase of something reaching toward the one thing that might help.

"You think you're so tough but you're not. By the time I'm done with you, you'll want the ground to open up and swallow you alive. This is only the beginning. Crawl back to the hole of poverty you crawled out of." She pulled away and walked to the exit. Right before she left, she turned around and laughed. "You can't pull the tricks I pull in bed. I'm the most submissive woman Milo has ever been with. You should know dominant men love that the most. He'll never forget me." She was gone in seconds. I wanted to cry but the tears wouldn't fall. I had been intimidated by a woman who was probably old enough to be my mother over a man. A part of me wondered if Milo was worth all that drama. Tatian

In three different bedrooms, three women lied to the men who thought they knew them. Their husbands still believed they were wives. But tonight? They were property. Playthings. Pawns in Cain Russo’s kingdom of vice. And they were starting to enjoy it.

Jennifer nodded against the older woman's neck, as she moaned out, "Yes, ma'am." Linda tightened her hold on the tiny girl's body and added more speed to her thrusting hips, as she continued, "Being my submissive pussy girl turns you on, doesn't it, you little slut?" Jennifer was already on the verge of her next orgasm and could only moan affirmatively against the blonde mother's neck. Linda smirked at her surrogate daughter's reply and reaction to her dirty talk, as she continued, "I bet being dominated by an older woman makes your tight little cunt dripping wet. Or are you turned on that it's me that's making you into my lesbian sex slave? I bet you're more turned on because I'm like a mot

I shove Sasha away from me, annoyed that she isn't living up to my expectations, just like all the others…an utter disappointment and a colossal mistake on my part. I found this submissive in one of the many gentlemen's clubs I own and frequent; she was supposed to be fairly innocent, or so I was told by her Dom. I was duped. I want a woman that I can mold into the perfect little puppet for me, and Sasha is far from it. Yeah, she's good in the sack and can play the part of a perfect sub when it serves her needs, but she's stubborn to a fault. "I'm sorry, Master. I will be better!" she begs on her knees like the good whore that she was trained to be, but I'm so over it.

Something they could no longer ignore. The moment before—the one suspended between desire and action, between restraint and surrender—was over. And what came next… would not be quiet.

Calling for his pet to lay down. “Sisters, kneel before me.” Shaking and unsteady girls did as told, “Lorelai, you can go to your room, I’m indebted to you, and I give you the chance to live as you did.” The princess hurried out of the room. ” Now, Karina, you are sold as a concubine to the King of Abergor, his boys are here to escort you.” “What? You can’t do that!” she screamed as the two half-naked barbarians approached and chained her.

The women are covered in sweat and come, their voices hoarse, their bodies used to the limit, but still they beg. “Another! I need another!” “Fill me up! Please!” The power of it roars through my veins. This is my doing. This is my pack, unified, strong, taking what is ours. The women are not victims. They are celebrating. Their submission is a gift, and the pack is devouring it. I walk through the throng, my hand brushing over a heaving back, a trembling thigh. I own this. I own every sound, every shiver.

He brought his face closer to hers and stared at her lips. “Do you understand the point of being a sub?” He whispered and her shaky breath replied to him. The vibrator was still buzzing in his hand and she wondered when was going to use it on her. “Your dominant handles everything for you, it makes you free from responsibilities.” He muttered and Xalia closed her eyes. “Open your eyes.” He ordered and she did. “Tell me a story.” “Wh… what?” She whispered. “Tell me a story. Tell me how you met Harrison.”