Submissives Diary Novels & Stories

Those thoughts filled her mind. So today, she would finally do something about it. She had bought a brand new diary from the store. It was a special one. With leather on it and a strange P monogrammed on the cover. It was far fancier than anything the Dollar Tree should be selling. Finding it was a score that had Kristen grinning. She was enamored with her new diary. She was eager to get started on it. The diary was thick, too. She could write so many of her naughty ideas in them.

But what she had shown him last night, as he held her in his arms and tasted her lips, it wasn’t the same Isabelle that he had just seen. On the table, near the half-empty coffee cup, was her little diary. What a strange person... In times like these, when everyone was using ultra-high-performance cell phones to communicate, when they were using notebooks to write, Isabelle still used pen and paper to write down her thoughts. Shawn felt tempted to open and read what she had just written and the temptation had the best of him. He leaned back slightly and looked inside the house, to see if anyone was in sight and then took the diary and opened it. He read the first thing that saw.

" Why should I grace you with my cock? You don't belong to me. Remember you're the big bad Mistress. How many submissives, besides my mom and dad, do you have anyway?" "Five, I have five other submissives." "Five, so seven with mom and dad. One for every day of the week. Who are they?" 'My doorman Jim, my P.A. Terri and Barbie and Candice both of which are students at the community college. Please Greg, I can't hardly think. Please stick you cock in one of my holes." "Not until you admit that you're a submissive slut not a Domme." "But I am a Domme. Maybe I'm a switch, like Silas."

Chapter 39 Diary of Ruth Bradford Two nights ago, I was with James, my boss, but now I am with someone else. Now before you cast that side eye at me or judge me, just know that I don’t give a fuck! I’m just a girl trying to fulfill all her sexual fantasies and tick off my bucket list, which I am sure you reading this have, too. Well, I LOVE SEX! AND I DO IT A WHOLE LOT WITH MANY GUYS AND SOMETIMES GIRLS TOO! Of course, I don’t even care if they want me or not, and I just want to be fucked, right! And that’s why you are reading my Diary.

I quickly get up and throw on some clothes and I grab everything I need and I go for a shower down the hall. Once I was ready I headed down to meet Levi. He stands when he sees me and hugs me and then pulls my chair out for me and I take a seat. "So how are you this morning?" He asks "Not so good" I mumble "What has that frown on your pretty face?" he asks "well its um" i stutter out "Sweets i'm a submissive. My dom is still asleep in our room." He tells me

I open the book again and flip back to the first page of the book deciding to read the inscription handwritten there in neat small letters; "This diary belongs to Jennifer Bennet, beginning 21st February 1975" I glance at Thomas, who has been watching me as I inspected the book, and I see he looks just as shocked as I am. I am currently holding the previous Luna's personal diary. Her son, our current Alpha, is sharing this most personal possession of his mother's with me? Encouraging me to read her private thoughts and feelings? I admit, I was intrigued before but now I am torn. Do I read the Ex-Lunas diary? Can I really do that? Diaries are so intensely personal and private.

thighs shaking, dripping so much I could hear the wet slap of our bodies echoing between the books. In two weeks I hadn’t thought about another woman. Not once. Not the models who texted me explicit photos at 2 a.m. Not the executives who “accidentally” brushed against me at galas, nipples hard through silk. Six submissives before Kris. All of them beautiful. All of them obedient. All of them temporary.

He cleared his throat dramatically and started reading from his phone. “‘I can’t get enough of them. Caspian fucks me so deep I forget how to breathe. Luka’s tongue on my clit makes me shake until I can’t see straight. And Asher… God, when he takes me from behind I feel completely owned. Sometimes I wonder if I’m addicted to them. If I’m becoming someone I don’t even recognize.’” Oh my God, my diary, the words I’d poured out in the safety of my own room now broadcast for the entire school.

And the monster’s victory is so complete, it leaves you wondering if you’re reading the journal of the victim… or the secret, proud biography of the victor. Then, after a long pause, Adam lifted the diary again. His thumb brushed along the edge of the next page. “…Okay,” he whispered. And he opened the diary. ——— Episode 20 – Pool Party The envelope was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of chlorine and expensive perfume. Mason’s name was scrawled across the front in a looping, feminine hand. He slit it open with a thumb, his calloused fingers a stark contrast to the delicate stationery. Inside, on a cardstock the color of a summer sky, were the words:

I really craved to do bad things to her I can’t lie, to have her legs wrapped around my neck while I eat her up in the most extreme ways. I wanted to hear her hear her moan my name aloud and arch her back as I slowly fuck every inch of her, filling her with my essence. Everytime I see her face, a naughty thought crosses my mind. She has the most beautiful tits and I can’t wait to get a taste of them, I can’t wait to have her to my possession.” I could feel my knees becoming weak the more I read the diary, thankfully I was sitting on the bed and not standing. Nonetheless I continued reading, flipping the pages with as much enthusiasm as I had started.