Submissives Diary Novels & Stories

As was she, with my permission and a promise to fill me in on all the details. The thought of Anna being with anyone else made me jealous. But it also made me hard as fuck. I’d make her scream my name as she told me stories. I’d give her quests. Mmm I had a lot to talk to Anna about. “Hello handsome, what are you thinking about?” Jess approached me with a whiskey in hand. She’d been one of my first subs, but decided she actually preferred being a dominatrix. We still caught up and would test the boundaries, usually inviting a few other people along to join in. This is just the distraction I needed.

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.

"Oh shit, what the fuck is that?!" We detached ourselves and opened my door that we realized was cracked open. On the floor with her pants down, shirt up, two fingers in her pussy and a hand on her tit sat my sister. " hehe.... Hi Mich.... Jasper..." Oh Diary.... I'll be right back. Becca is touching herself again.

Setting the book on the bed I finished putting my clothes on. The sound of the shower told me I would not see Ava for probably a half hour. Besides I had not planned on staying much longer since I had no idea when her parents would return. I went to leave but the diary caught my eye once more. A quick peek would not hurt. Lifting the book, it opened near the middle where she had left a pen in as a bookmark. I had not been prepared for what she had written. "Dear diary, why am I so horny all the time? This morning, I was rubbing my pussy before I was even awake. I cam twice and I was dreaming about getting rapped! Is there something wrong with me for that?"

She hanged the call and I dropped the phone, my heart elated. I was super happy and excited and went back to my diary, opening up a new page and writing on it. Dear Diary, Today I had sex-with a girl and it was one of the best things ever… I wrote down every single detail of how I felt, the times I cummed and the nasty words that I moaned out loud while she stroked my body on all mannerisms. Yours truly,Diane. I heaved a sigh of relief when I was done and laid back on the couch, still naked.

As expected, Neal was all over the trending topics. #CEOofGrayCorporationLikesSadomasochism #DoesNealGray'sFetishPlayAPartInHisSuccess? I was speechless. Well, it didn't matter. I was the one who wore the pants in this relationship. … I spent a few more days at the hospital. Neal took me home once I was all better. He was too shy to ask me outright to sleep with him the first few days I was back, but he dropped hints daily. I acted like I didn't notice them, though.

“When admiration starts turning into ownership… when passion starts deciding who you are.” She glanced down at the diary again. Eva’s confession felt less like a romance and more like a transformation story. One where desire blurred the line between empowerment and surrender until even Eva herself couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. And somehow… That made it feel real. Chloe exhaled slowly, then reached for the diary once more. The leather creaked softly as she opened to the next confession. ______ Episode 58 – The Secret Sauna Club The invitation arrived on thick, cream-colored parchment, sealed with a single drop of black wax. It bore no return address, only her name in eleg

Fife said. Rason glared at him and he promptly kept quiet. Rason cleared his throat and started to read. "First diary entry I met the most beautiful woman in the woods today. She seemed scared as if she was running away from something, I offered to help but she ran away and wouldn't talk to me. I think I will go back to the woods tomorrow and see if she is still there" "Who do you think this diary belongs to?" Alistair asked. "Maybe it belongs to one of the prisoners that were thrown in the pit," Gemini suggested.

“Look what I dug up our teen diaries from that first summer here!” Betty’s eyes widened as I pulled out two worn notebooks. “Oh god, no. Don’t read those. I was such an angsty mess.” “Too late,” I teased, flipping one open. “‘Dear Diary, Daisy is so confident with her camera. Wish I could be like her. She makes this stepsister thing feel… nice. Safe. Maybe too safe?’ Hmm, interesting.” Betty snatched it, laughing embarrassedly. “Give that back! Yours probably says I was a boring bookworm who followed you around like a puppy.”

The peace of it lulls me. “Yes.” “You finding a little place in your head to sink into?” How does he know? “It’s called subspace,” he offers. “All submissives go there when they’re getting what they want and need. It’s their happy place. Get cozy, baby. You’ll be spending a lot of time there.”