Submissive Women Story Novels & Stories

"This is heaven, Brie. Ah!" My hand was trembling when I held the doorknob. I already know what's happening inside but I still wanted to see it with my own eyes and made myself believe that it's not real, that maybe I was just imagining things. I wanted to know who's the girl he's with and that I'm not right in thinking that it was who I was thinking of because I truly believe that she can't do that to me, that she will never betray me like this. I slowly turned the knob and slightly opened the door. And just like what I expected, they are naked in the bed and enjoying each other's company like they are not betraying someone—me.

] The big guard reached in and grabbed Tavisha by the arm, tugging her out and slinging her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. We strode through the doors and into the huge living area where Santino was waiting for us. To my disgust he was not alone, kneeling on either side of him were two dark haired women, dressed in leather harnesses with matching collars and very little else. They were his current submissives, women he had taken from other Dons or from his nightclub. He did not care, if they interested him, he took them and he was so powerful no one ever stopped him. This was how they ended up, broken and submissive, willing to do whatever he desired of them. As we walked in, o

I always went back to one category, no matter what, though. The ones where the women were subs to others. I liked the women who were subs to other women, and the women who were subs to men. It was the sub part that attracted me. The look of pure joy on their faces as they served intrigued me far more than anything else did. It wasnt something Id ever tell to anyone; it was my secret, this need inside of me to be in control through subservience.

One was tied hands and legs to a pole with her small ass out, while the other with a strap-on fucked her from behind. The second which was a little more interesting than the first, starred a woman who was the sub, and her three male doms. The sub was turned down, her legs and hands spread apart on two poles. Her fake, plastic boobs were on clamps and she had a red blindfold over her eyes which was the only piece of clothing on her body.

She was a woman who had found her home in the arms of a giant. The story of her innocence was over. The story of her life with Liam was just beginning. And it was going to be a story full of raw sex, deep love, and a passion that would never fade.

Just the pictures alone made more juices flow from her pussy and her nipples harden to points, pressing against the soft fabric of the t-shirt. "Are you a dominant or submissive?" read the headline on the home page. "Explore your hidden feelings," the message encouraged her. "Read the messages from people who embraced the lifestyle. See what works for you. You could be missing out on complete sexual fulfillment." Her eyes widened at the pictures of women on their knees, hands bound behind their backs, large cocks filling their mouths. Wearing collars of all kinds-leather, thin metal, some studded with jewels-as they knelt at the feet of their master, narrow metal clamps tightened on their ni

“That must be another of that repulsive woman’s ploys to get back to my son. That barren, diseased hideous woman suffering from PCOS can never become pregnant. What kind of a doctor are you, to fall for the tricks of a patient?” “I am going in right now and I’m going to beat the shit out of her till she confesses. Seems both Henry Hill and Dr Samuel are tired of screwing her and reluctant to foot her hospital bills, so the penniless whore cooks up the pregnant story to wheedle back to my home. Over my dead body”, she continues screaming as she tries to elbow past Dr Linda. “No one is going to allow you anywhere near Sarah’s room”, Dr Linda stops her. “But I can help you get to her room.”

"Women like Belladonna are whores, and they deserve to be fucked like one." Isabella gasped softly at his raw, vulgar words. "Being with someone like Belladonna, or Francesca from the casino, means my interest in other women are not limited." He continued. "I can be with both of them, and a third can catch my attention. But when I choose a Submissive, I am limited to only her. I do not take another woman while I am with her. Does that answer your question?" "Yes. I have another question, though." Isabella shot a glance at him and quickly looked away. "Am I... am I your first Submissive?"

“Why don’t you ask us some questions? It might put your mind at ease.” “Yeah, okay.” Jade took a sip of her drink. “Why are you naked?” “Because master Brady requires me to be.” She replied. “So he forces you to be?” “Dear God, no!” Joanne laughed. “My master never forces me to do anything. I give him my service to make him happy. If he requires me naked, then I am naked for him.” “Being a submissive is about giving yourself to someone.” Destiny added in. “We do everything we can to please our dominant. But if it is something we are unwilling to do, they respect that.”

They fuck me through it, drawing the orgasm out until I’m sobbing, legs shaking uncontrollably. Before I can recover, they flip me onto my hands and knees. The blindfold stays on. Someone grabs my hair, arching my back. New fingers push into me from behind. Deeper this time. A different rhythm — rougher. Another woman reaches under me to play with my swinging breasts, tugging my nipples hard. “Such a perfect submissive whore,” someone says. “Husband works hard to buy this big house and you’re in here getting gangbanged by the neighborhood wives.”