Novel & Cerita Submissives Diary

When he got there it was almost late, he was the last to get in the car. He sat down beside a girl but paid little to no attention to her. He opened up his diary and started writing. "Is that a diary? I have one too." A soft girly voice asked it was the girl beside him. He looked up and she was in the same uniform as he was. She was so beautiful he couldn't make himself answer her question. He just kept staring with his mouth half-open. "Is something wrong with my uniform? I just got it. It's my first day, you see?" She said with a smile.

Loosening his tie, Robert murmured, “Honey’s been so edgy ever since Theodore came. What did that bastard do?” “You saying something?” “It’s nothing!” He smiled awkwardly. Zheira didn’t mind them. She was busy scrolling through the files on her iPhone. Her finger stopped at the only untitled document. When she opened it, she realized it was her diary. The dates told her she wrote it back when she was seven years old. A certain entry caught her attention. At the very top of the short letter was an italicized word that says, ‘zhezhe 2010.’

Josh spoke in a hushed tone, "Dude, your mate is scary as fuck." "I second that emotion." The response had come from Jax, who was walking towards us with a nodding Fin. They took up the seat next to Josh, Jax sitting on Fin's lap. Fin wrapped his hand around Jax's waist as he spoke, "First, he beats Nico, then he causes his Beta to submit. Now he's curled up in your lap. He's definitely not your normal sub. In fact, if I didn't see the way he acted around you, I don't think I'd consider him a sub at all. I'd rather not get on his bad side."

"You want to take Jeannette with you don't you?" Devon hesitated; this was the delicate matter that much hinged upon. "Dominique, you know she's managed to recover much of her memory, as the trainers inevitably do." He watched as Dominique nodded. "She would have been an ideal candidate for this program, which I admit to be inspired by her. It was her determination to become submissive, her determination to return to Master, damn the consequences that showed me how deeply these submissive tendencies run in some people. As for taking her with me, that would happen only if this proposal is adopted, and if the group felt I was a suitable candidate to lead this endeavor, and of course with their

And I know, after having a crisis, she keeps on fighting--she is stabilizing and strengthening herself. Talking about the nuns, I saw the five of them standing at the back and just listening to us, while the others were with the children teaching them about drawing, writing, painting, and reading when I gazed at them at my back for a moment. “Oh sorry, I’m just carried away…” mother Isabella chuckled and we did the same, as I noticed that Trisha, Jane, and Laurene were wiping their tears. While Summer, suddenly coughs loudly. What the heck! Doesn’t she know that we're having a moment of drama here and we’re crying here?

Lucas said. Fuck. I ran a hand through my hair and cut off all eye contact with them because the more they stared at me, like predators did with their prey, the hotter my body became. This secret wasn’t just anything … This secret involved these four wolves in front of me. “Come on,” Lucas said impatiently. “It can’t beth at bad.” “Okay, okay,” I started, taking a deep breath and lowering my voice to a mere whisper. “I have a diary with all my sexual fantasies written within the pages.”

“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.”

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote

Everyone acted differently, am I too oblivious to what surrounds me? I suddenly remembered the diary that I'd been keeping under my bed. I get up and look for it. There, I found it. Grandma gives this to me when I was young. She said that diary can be our best friend. You can write everything there, and if nobody listens to your rants. I'd rather write it down in a diary than share it with someone who can't even understand the words I tell.

I look at the time on my watch, and realize how late it is; a quarter to seven. "Yes, yes, of course, you can always leave at your usual time," I explain, closing the laptop. He nods and leaves the place, and I stare at how incredible life is: the manager is a woman raised in an orphanage, a woman who was raised by nuns, and it's not that this is something out of this world, but that she exudes sexuality, sex, desire, and I can even swear that she's not a virgin. What if it is? Most of these women don't have sex, or they're lesbians. I shake my head, and get ready to grab my things. First time in my life that I stay so late in the office, and more to check the data of an unknown person, but