Submissives Novels & Stories

“I don’t take orders from you!” “Have you forgotten your place in the pack hierarchy?” Dmitri appeared in the doorway behind her with only a towel around his waist. “Or do you think my orders are optional to follow just because you didn’t personally hear them come from my lips?” Her face fell as he spoke and she bowed her head slightly, exposing her neck in submission. “Of course I’m happy to fulfill any need you have, Alpha.” She smiled sweetly, turning her face back up to his. Slinking up beside him she ran her hand over his bare chest, “Shall I come back tonight to prove just how much I’m willing to please you again?”

will indicate an approach to the limits of play. **Section Three: Submissive’s pledge** I will do my best to serve Miss Khali Luciano. I will work hard to correct any insecurities or inhibitions that interfere with my capability to serve her. I will grow as a person. I will maintain honest and open communication. My surrender as a submissive is done with the knowledge that nothing asked of me will demean me as a person and in no way diminish my own responsibilities towards making the utmost use of my potential.

it was something to behold. "Letting you entice me into using you so you can get off is greedy, not submissive. I know you're new to this, but that's not how it works. A submissive does what she's told. She doesn't argue. She puts the wants and needs of her master first, and her own second. Or maybe third." "I sucked your dick! I let you spank me!" "And you came from both of those," I countered. Candy gasped. "You got off from sucking Canon's cock?" Her nipples were visible through her dress now. Their location was even more noticeable when she started twisting them through the thin red fabric.

The world as we know it has changed yet again, it's different than back when Mommy Isabelle was famous, or after the first kitten was discovered. The world is based on categories and classification, are you a dom or a sub? Are you a little? or a pet? Depending on your category you'll live, the president is actually a submissive, your classification got nothing to do with how much power you reach and get in this world.

When everything was tidy, she asked, "Are there many male submissives?" "More than you might think. There's an entire category of Dominance and submission called femdom, involving female dominants and male submissives. We had a friend who turned out to be submissive, but his wife did not want to be a dominant. He's currently hiking the Pacific Crest Trail with a female who did want a male bitch. There are also gay submissives submitting to gay dominants." Janet was silent, considering. "So it's not really a question of gender; it's a question of predisposition towards submission."

One of the house's submissives states happily. Elias has what you call house Dominants and submissives, where any of the members who come here without one of their own can make use of one of the club’s. This particular sub, has had a thing for me since the first night I started working here, thinking she has a shot with me. I’ve made it clear that I’m not available to play with anyone, but she doesn’t give up. “It’s good to be back, Nessa.”

Demitri As I hold Alissia close, her breath soft and even against my chest, I can tell she’s still wrapped in a haze, not fully here yet. I know this state all too well—subspace. It’s that rare, deep place submissives fall into when they’ve fully let go, releasing control of their body, mind, everything. Her body is pliant against mine, and her fingers, normally restless and defiant, now rest limply over my heart, as if searching for an anchor.

The position was one of complete surrender, a physical manifestation of her willingness to submit to their desires. Lila obeyed without hesitation, her body trembling with anticipation. The power dynamic, usually a source of unease, now felt intoxicating, a thrilling surrender to their dominance. She lowered herself to her knees, her hands finding purchase on the cool floor, her head bowing in submission. The vulnerability of the position, the exposure of her body, heightened the intensity of her arousal, making her yearn for their touch even more.

Her once cold and distant expression softened, radiating warmth as she inquired, "What makes you think that way?" "It's just the truth. We are already divorced, and now you're his official girlfriend. Yet, he still used me as his lover to humiliate me, making me an unwelcome third party in your relationship. Isn't he despicable? But don't worry, he's only doing it to get back at me. Once his anger subsides, he'll let me go. So, there's no need for you to continue treating me this way; it's not in your best interest."

She just nodded, her eyes never leaving mine, surrendering completely to the moment. "Okay, so get ready..." I said, my voice barely audible. I pushed her gently, guiding her backwards until her knees hit the hard floor of the restroom. She stumbled slightly, but I caught her arm, steadying her. When she looked up at me, she was kneeling on the floor, her posture submissive, her eyes upturned in a way that made my cock throb with anticipation. She looked like a puppy waiting to be fed, eager and hungry for what I was about to give her.