Submissives Diary Novels & Stories

Her mouth was dry, and her fingers kept twitching—toward her laptop, toward her phone, toward her mask. But she didn’t want to dominate. Not tonight. She wanted to understand. So she reached under her bed and pulled out the black velvet-wrapped journal—The Mistress Bible, she once called it. Pages of rules, philosophies, scene breakdowns, subs who begged, and subs who disappointed. And scattered between them? Letters to herself. Secrets only Domica ever read. She opened to a blank page. Her pen hovered. And then it poured. I don’t know who I am tonight.

I cried out He climbed on top of me as he kissed me forcefully "Get off me you moron!! I yelled biting his lips A sharp pain ran down my body as I realized he had forced himself on me That's all he know! Raping a woman! "Plead with me mistress and I will spare you" he says smirking as he increases his pace I closed my eyes as I tried to think of my past life! My once happy life How did I ended up as a mistress to the beast? *You just have to SUBMISS to him,,Anyway its really unbelievable you were the first one he weds to, you parents must have owned him a lot"* I recalled those words as tears flow down freely

“Sit down, Miss Pierce.” I walked to the nearest empty seat in the second row, thighs rubbing together with every step, the plaid skirt shifting smoothly against my skin. I dropped into the chair and flipped my notebook open, trying to look normal while my pulse hammered between my legs. And then I saw the board. Written at the top in his neat, controlled handwriting: Dominance and Submission — Power Exchange. Of every possible topic. On the one morning I stumbled in late, already flushed and flustered. This was what he’d written.

~Samantha's POV~ Dear Diary, today I accidentally saw my step father's cock. And... I can't help but want to have a taste of it. I know how that sounds. I know I shouldn't be writing this down, shouldn't be putting these thoughts into words where they can exist outside my head. But my hand won't stop shaking as I grip this pen, and if I don't get this out somehow, I think I might actually explode.

“Oh, you guys are not going to believe this. Our little spy is a massive freak.” I adjusted my posture, holding the diary up to the ambient light of the limo. “‘If he pushed me against the bookshelves, I wouldn’t even fight back,’” I read, my voice dripping with dark amusement. “‘I want him to take control. I want him to rip this stupid sweater off me. I can practically feel his hands gripping my thighs, bruising my skin, pushing his huge dick inside my tight and wet aching pussy while he whispers my name…’”

“I’m your fat-titted pain slut. My cunt and ass belong to you. I’m not a lawyer anymore… I’m just your slave.” The words poured out of me between sobs. All the shame, all the arousal, all the years of secret submissive desires finally came rushing out. Ciara made me repeat it while she fucked me with the dildos again. I came harder than I ever had in my life, screaming my submission while my body convulsed. When it was over I lay on the floor in a puddle of my own juices, covered in welts and tears, completely spent. Ciara stroked my hair almost gently.

—a disastrous turn of leverage sent Hyeon-sin’s temple slamming hard against the polished surface of the desk. Terrified that her mask might slip off in the struggle, and realizing his raw, physical strength was so overwhelmingly dominant that resisting was entirely futile, Hyeon-sin forced her body to go completely limp. Feeling with every fiber of her being that this was no ordinary man, a creeping sense of sweet, terrifying despair began to crawl up her spine. Then, a deep, quiet bass—so pleasing it sent a sudden, tingling sensation straight to her lower abdomen—brushed intimately against her ear.

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

"It's unfortunate, you would have been really useful. You're kind of cute too." As he began walking away, Nate felt as if ever single of his steps were signing his death warrant. Time had slowed down exponentially, feeling as if every single second felt like an hour as his mind raced with thoughts of what Dante had wanted and how he could have been useful. He had no idea why he had to tease him or act as if he was going to stab him, and the worse was that Dante had began undressing himself. It was only then that Nate finally connected the dots, gasping when he realized what Dante had been begging to receive. "You're..." he gulped, his eyes widening as he saw Dante's firm fingers reached onto

After Luna Cruz's remark, Alex Quinn began to drift into his fantasies. He fantasized about Luna Cruz tearing his shirt open, revealing the exposed male maid outfit underneath, with his nipples perking up involuntarily. He imagined her forcing him to admit his secret kink, taunting him for acting so prim and proper all day, and perhaps even calling other employees to witness his embarrassment. And then what? And then, everyone would know that he was a submissive. Someone who craved being insulted, whipped, and trampled underfoot by women.