Submissives Diary Novels & Stories

My best submissive beg. “Please, Aiden,” I breathe. “Please.” I see it—the faintest flicker of hesitation in Aiden's eyes. It’s small. Barely there. But it’s enough to ignite a desperate hope inside me. I want this. More than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. So I do the only thing I can. In the middle of the cafeteria, surrounded by dozens of students and doms, I slide down to my knees. I do it willingly. Unprompted.

she ordered. She reached for the journal, opened it to a marked page, held it above his head. “Aloud.” His voice came muffled against her flesh. “April 3, 2005 First full submission. I bound her spread-eagle on the library table. Whipped her breasts until they were crimson, then fucked her throat until she gagged. She came untouched when I called her my perfect little cunt. Afterward she thanked me on her knees, licking my boots clean.” Mira’s breathing grew ragged as he read. Her hips bucked, grinding against his mouth. He sucked her clit hard, tongue flicking fast.

A week passed in a blur of rules, inspections, and journal entries. Clara fell into a routine, a strange, twisted rhythm of submission. She exercised, she ate the bland, healthy meals prepared for her, she knelt for her nightly inspection, and she poured her soul into the journal. Damien never commented on her entries, but she knew he was reading them. His eyes would sometimes hold a flicker of something unreadable when he looked at her, a sign that her words had reached him.

Keeping the pillowz on either side of him, to prevent him from falling of the bed like the first time she had found him. When she turns around, something sitting on the night stand catches her attention, she reaches forward and her hand comes in contact with a rough surface, picking the object up she realizes that it's a black leather diary of some sort. Opening it up she finds 'Damien' written inside with a cursive hand writing. She wasn't a snoopy person, she believed everyone deserved their privacy but seeing the diary with her mates name on it, definitely spiked her interest, her curiosity getting the best of her when she slowly turn the pages to find that the first entry had been writte

I looked under the last slow down entryway however I was unable to see her feet so I expected she was crouching on top of the latrine. I returned outside and held up a couple of moments prior to heading back in and directly to the last slow down. I pushed on the entryway and however it was locked. "Open the entryway Sophie," I could hear her moan of alleviation as she opened and opened the entryway. She was noticeably shaking and I promptly made her twist around the latrine. Her pussy was trickling wet. W and inside a couple of moments I had my jeans down and was pounding away at her from behind. She came nearly when I got in her and, as I beat against her butt, she kept on coming on my cock

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?