Submissives Diary Novels & Stories

She was used to it, used to acting like it was nothing. "Undress, slowly..." The governess whispered to the girl's ear. The girl reached for the strap of her dress, untying the little ribbons, she let it fall on the ground; exposing her red undergarments to the men in front of her. "Dance..." She maintained eye contact as she started unclasping her brassiere, her hips moved in tune to a silent song in her head. Gone the innocent girl, her inhibitions were washed away as her hands moved to the side of her hips, back bent down, head still raised, she uncovered herself for the three sets of eyes to see. Her luscious young body exposed, the girl started to close her eyes, palming the curve of he

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!

I was sure to enjoy her for months on end. At last she sat up, letting me wrap an arm loosely around her waist. “Am I the first girl?” she queried. “Or you've done this a lot of times?” I shrugged. “Well, my subjects are all submissive to me. Last year, I opened a club of submissives. Most come bearing the will to serve. I've only had to tame my mate.” Her brows rode up. “You have a mate?” “I had a mate,” I corrected her. “She's no more.”

I don't need anyone's permission, that's it. I turned the first page and started reading it: "Dear diary, Hi... This is me Ivana. Ivana Williams, sixteen now. I bought you with the money I earned from the first ever salary I got in my life from tutions. You're not only a diary, but also now my friend after Miya.

I wandered around the room, desperate for a clue from my past — and that's when I spotted it: A huge, beautifully bound diary. The handwriting was elegant. Royal. I flipped open a page: "wait what..." I muttered to myself. > "Daniel kissed me today." I was surprised, seems like they were really in love. I flipped again: > "We went to the waterfall and had sex ." I slammed the book shut — face burning. So Queen Erin wasn't only a hero… She had a spicy side too. With a deep breath, I freshened up and headed toward the dining room.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!"

Patting my double plaits nervously, I rode up in the elevator with the Omega, whose parting advice was to “submit and enjoy” I gulped. How could anyone ever be expected to enjoy something like this? Michael had shown me the ‘made up’ diary, in which ‘Diana’ claimed she had always fantasised about a reverse harem. Was I about to experience it by proxy? Or was Alpha Kane a lying sack of shit? I nerved myself to knock on the door and entered on his command. “Passable,” he commented, staring at my cleavage. “Go through. We’re waiting for you.”

And worst of all, he was holding my diary. My heart slammed against my ribs. The diary was private — pages filled with my thoughts, my fears, my confusion about the mate bond, the new abilities, and everything I had never told anyone. Seeing it in his hands made my stomach drop. Without thinking, I lurched forward immediately, aiming to grab it from his hand. My bare feet slipped slightly on the damp floor, and instead of reaching the diary, I ended up falling straight into his arms. My towel loosened, slipping down one shoulder as I landed against his chest. My hair was still wet, strands sticking to my neck and shoulders, and my skin glistened from the shower. The sudden closeness between

Every midnight we push further, fucking filthier, teetering closer to discovery. One afternoon I duck into the silent library, desperate for a moment away from the endless ache between my legs. My hand brushes a cracked leather diary hidden behind ancient books. I pull it free, my pulse racing. The pages are yellowed, but the words sear into me: a sister from centuries ago, spilling every sinful detail of her priest lover, how they met in this exact garden, how he pinned her against the wall and fucked her raw under the moon, how she came screaming around his bare cock night after night until a shadow at the window saw everything. Punishment. Shame. Exile. I read it crouched in the stacks, t

He glanced at Carys sitting in the passenger’s seat and went back to his car. Soon, Christian’s car was out of sight. I glanced at Carys, then shifted my attention to the diary. With a gentle touch, I traced my finger along the elegant, golden cursive words adorning the diary’s weathered brown cover, forming the word — “kys.” A subliminal smile appeared on my face. It was remarkable how something that had once irritated me now had the power to evoke such warm and sublime emotions within me.