Submissives Diary Novels & Stories

The diary clutched tightly in her hands, she felt a surge of anticipation, knowing that this tranquil spot would be the perfect place to pour her thoughts onto the pages. With each step, the soft grass beneath Senthaiz's feet cradled her journey, guiding her towards the tree's shade. As she reached the tree's embrace, she felt a sense of tranquility enveloping her, as if the tree itself offered solace and understanding. She found a comfortable spot beneath the tree's canopy, a patch of soft moss that seemed tailor-made for her purpose. Settling down, Senthaiz opened her diary and gazed upon the blank pages that eagerly awaited her pen's ink. The blank canvas seemed to invite her to pour her

She would use the planner and lay things out. There Leia was again in her thoughts. 'Let's see, oh, our mother's diary to read,' Aubrianne spoke, continuing to list out things on her iPad using the voice software. Aubrianne decides to read her mother's diary on Sunday or at least start the process. She will start her new job on Monday and wants to relax and get her mind in the right frame. This week was one hell of a week. She planned to sit by the fireplace in her living room, relax and get some reading done.

Like You gave me mine. Dear Diary, Thank you for accompanying me this far. Thank you for being willing to accept all my complaints. And thank you for accompanying the lonely years of my life. (You can read Abigail's story in the book titled "Wedding Agreement")

- He proposed. - Done. - The woman said, throwing herself into his arms, pushing her soft breasts into his eyes, his hands around her breasts, when the man sucked her breasts, pulling her bikini in which she had nothing but a thong in her hands and a dress with a bikini top. So yes, those are good moans, out of a seven, he gave eleven in his diary of available women, he had a catalogue that he accessed in times of solitude, along with the moment when his cock got hard and excited like now, in which it was just taken out of his pants, in his open fly.

- Each time we are in the red room, you will no longer have a name; you will be called number 1, because you are the first submissive to come to my floor. Here is a submission contract that is known only to us and my lawyers. In addition to the contract, there is a questionnaire that you must answer as honestly as possible, your preferences, what you hate the most; based on your answers, I will know how to conduct the sessions. - What are these sessions? - They are sessions where you will have a lot of pleasure. You are my submissive, my slave in the red room. But outside the room, you are my personal assistant in the eyes of everyone. I have two mistresses, four girlfriends in different cit

That no matter how hard I put my heart into something, it wouldn’t matter because I will just be a puppet controlled by someone else. I was just used again and I let Mikhail used me blindingly. It was a terrible feeling inside my chest. I wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt me. I wanted him to feel the pain I was feeling. I wanted to torture him. Ugh! I groaned loudly feeling the frustrations of the past few days. I stood from my spot on the floor and surveyed the rest of the room. A lone handwritten letter was left on the vanity.

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!

“Nice. Innocent.” The first time I told her about submissive and dominant, she shrunk into herself. Mouth wide open, eyes bulging with a childlike curiosity and excitement I had never seen on another woman. Sophia and I had been friends for a while then, she wasn’t the least bit innocent so Nicole was a new, welcome change. El slams the diary shut. “Was she pretty?” “Yeah...” I realise it’s not the right answer a little too late and add, “I guess. She was okay.”

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.”

And that was what I was searching for, that moment. I needed to make a record of what might possibly happen that night. "Tonight, I'll stab Cameron. Mom has had enough of his games. I'll stab him anywhere the knife touches. I don't care that he has to go through pain, it's just a dose of a well-deserved poison" I wanted to write . But where was my diary? "What?? Where has my diary gone to??" I was worried. That was where I kept the diary where I wrote everything that happened in this monster's house. It was dangerous to carry this diary with me everywhere. It was not safe because I didn't want anyone to see it.