Submissives Novels & Stories

I don't know what it was about her, but the way she spoke, the dominance and confidence behind it intrigued me. SubMan40: That works for me, Mistress. What are you into? As I watched the three dots at the bottom of the screen show that she was typing, my hand went to my hard cock and slowly stroked it. YoungDomme: I like total, sexual control. For example, you are not allowed to touch your cock unless I say so, my submissive. Fuck. I actually gasped and then let go of my cock. Then she sent another message. YoungDomme: Other things I am into is degrading, humiliation, orgasm control, breeding fetish and anal play. That's just to name a few.

“Look at you. My perfect baby girl, naked and waiting for her Daddy exactly as she was told. So obedient. So ready to learn how Daddy really likes to fuck.” He opened the bag and pulled out several items: soft black rope, leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a thick leather belt. My heart raced faster at the sight. “From now on, sweetheart,” he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?”

I ask her. She nods. “Say it honey, I need you to say it with your mouth” I tell her. “Yes, Mistress,” she says firmly. “I'm here to be your submissive.” “And what is a submissive??” I drawl. “A submissive is an owned girl, property of a dominant,” she replies. “Good girl,” I smirk. “Now, what does a submissive do?” “To serve their masters or mistress,” she replies with no hesitation. “Good girl!” Then I touch her ass softly, causing her to inhale sharply as my nails scratch her skin.

Micah mentioned and I grinned, wanting to do all that is in my head. But I will take it slow. "How much do you want me?" I asked her. "More than you want me." She replied with a seductive glom. "I will be your submissive. Over, and over again. And you will bring me here and fuck me as you wish." With that said, I lowered my head.

"Only if you wanted to. Some couples just observe. Others perform for an audience. The point is that you'd be recognized as mine, under my protection. It's a statement of power and possession in that world." "Would we... perform? In front of people?" I hear the nervousness in her voice. "Not unless you wanted to. I enjoy exhibitionism sometimes, but only with willing partners. We could start slow—attend parties, meet other couples, observe scenes. Let you get comfortable before making any decisions about participation." "And everyone would know we're together. That I'm your... what's the term?" "Submissive. Sub. Some say 'property,' but I hate that term. You're not an object, Amanda. You're

The title, printed in elegant typography, makes me catch my breath: ​FRAMEWORK AGREEMENT OF CONFIDENTIALITY, EXCLUSIVITY, AND PERSONAL SUBMISSION ​DEFINITION OF SUBMISSIVE STATUS: ​The Submissive is defined as a person who, in full possession of their faculties and on a voluntary basis, consciously surrenders their personal, physical, and emotional autonomy to the Authority of the Mistress. Accepting this status implies total willingness to be guided, disciplined, and molded under the direct orders of the Mistress, understanding that their body, time, and privacy are subordinated to the dynamics set forth in this agreement. ​Clause 1: Confidentiality and Absolute Discretion.

This was what he’d written. I picked up my pen and told myself to focus. The first part of the lecture I managed to follow. I’d been writing about power exchange for two years. I knew the theory. But when Dom started talking about submission, something in me started to unravel. “The submissive individual makes a deliberate and conscious choice to give control to another person,” he said, voice low and steady, each word landing like a slow stroke. “They are not forced. Not manipulated. They choose it. But that choice requires a level of trust most people never experience in their lifetime.”

“Look at you. My perfect baby girl, naked and waiting for her Daddy exactly as she was told. So obedient. So ready to learn how Daddy really likes to fuck.” He opened the bag and pulled out several items: soft black rope, leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a thick leather belt. My heart raced faster at the sight. “From now on, sweetheart,” he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?”

Two people fighting for both domination and submission. The lyrics have never really appealed to me until right in this very minute. Isn't submission an outlet? A way of forgetting your worries? Your fears? Your responsibilities? Your everyday life? Would being submissive help me move on from my hell? Could I be submissive? Was I ever a submissive woman? "I love the way you look at me, I love the way you smack my ass, I love the dirty things you do, I have control of you.." Butterflies swarm my belly as I sing the words..

I mean, I was capably fine with keeping my body fit without the help of others. OBEDIENCE The Submissive will obey ALL the rules and instructions given by the Dominant and will do everything asked without hesitation and by free will. The Submissive shall fully trust the Dominant with not just her body, but with her personal needs and everything outside the contract. (But if he thought I was going to let him fist my vagina ‘without hesitation and by free will', then he had to be a sick fuck. I was just too glad I had ruled that one out, no matter how badly he coaxed me into letting it stay. I was hard on that one, no first in my vagina or anywhere near me. That and many other gut-wrenching th