Submissives Novels & Stories

a sad face draws from mother Amy when she said that with a sad tone. She slowly lowered her head. And for a while, when I turned my eyes to mother Isabella, her hands were clasped together. Her head was just slightly bent down also. Seems her position is that she was just listening to us. Suddenly, Candice put her hands on mother Isabella, as she was seated right next to her. This time, it seems the atmosphere changed when we heard Candice says something.

Besides, Jerald doesn't look like the kind of man who would consider other people's opinion but his. “The Submissive will freely serve Sir sexually in any way. Any way?” She took a moment to adjust the information and then sighed. “The Submissive will accept punishments from Sir within the limits defined.” She read each and every limit. Which lead to the use of sex toys and she had to search each and one of them on the internet on her new phone and she started to make changes. No clippers, no unnecessary objects inside of me she says. “If The Submissive cannot immediately obey an instruction, she must kneel down in front of Sir and state the valuable reason why.” Oh come on.

Royce said, one of his hands holding her back, pressing her close to him. "Everything feels so" She couldn't find the right words. "Cloudy," she finally said. "Yeah, I know, babe. I know." He nuzzled the crown of her hair before he spoke again. "I think I sent you into subspace." "What's that?" "It's where a submissive is so overcome with her experiences that she fully lets go. It's sort of a sensual state of meditation. You go deep into your own head." "Is that bad?" Kenzie didn't like the sound of subspace. She wasn't accustomed to feeling weak. Being weak meant she was vulnerable, and she never liked that under any circumstances.

He corrected and I slowly nodded my head in understanding. “A dominant is someone who’s always in control, someone who’s in power, or superior to the other… while a submissive is someone who tends to seek for guidance, control and confidence from the dominant. A submissive is someone who’s ready to put their trust in a dominant, because they know that the dominant wouldn’t ever hurt them or lead them astray.” He paused and I swallowed emptily, all what he had just said was still flying around the inside of my head but I was gradually digesting them all.

Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission.

Alice asked. "Because they enjoy it," I said. I pointed to the collars and cuffs on Lisa, Janet and myself. "All three of us are submissives, sex slaves to our Masters. Reneé is also submissive. We enjoy being subservient to our Masters. Normally, we'd all be naked, waiting on our Dominants hand and foot, doing whatever they required us to do. We're only dressed because we're speaking to you and don't believe it would be appropriate to interview you in the nude."

She was so responsive, allowing me to have my wicked way with her like a true submissive. I wanted to make her exactly that. My submissive. Willing to take my cock. Willing to give me pleasure. Her body was perfect for it. So supple and curvy and damn that ass. That perfectly peach-shaped ass. I couldn't wait to sink between them. I wanted to see the look on her face when I did. "Lay down," I ordered, watching as she swiftly obeyed. Her tits bounced lightly. They looked like round-shaped cakes with her red nipples serving as the cherry on top.

She was born an omega. Born to submit. To do everything her superiors wanted without question whenever they pulled rank. As a result, most of the other wolves in her pack took advantage of her every chance they could. Similar to what Nerissa, a second-rank gamma wolf- was doing to her that very moment. “Good doggy,” Nerissa chuckled, looking down at the top of Liora’s dark brown head. Her blue eyes gleamed coldly while the rest of the omegas watched on in silence.

"Would you allow me to take you down my throat master? " My whole body tenses up, I'm even willing to bet my hair does too. How can I say no to such an invitation. I shake my head and my little pupil straightens up. She reaches between my legs again and helps me remove the canvas straw I'm wearing. I find myself wearing only a sweater, my tail wagging in all directions. Lisa inks her gaze to mine before looking down at my lust-stricken sex, which almost seems to have grown in size. Lisa grasps it between her slender fingers and shifts it up and down. Her gaze is always locked on mine. She knows I love it, she knows I love seeing her so offered up, so submissive. She runs her tongue over her

"Try me." At those words, she looked at him for a few minutes then sighed. "It's Bondage, Discipline or Dominant, Sadomasochism or Submissive and Masochism. In my own case, I'd be your Dominant and you'd be my submissive. I, or this situation rather, is usually called femdom." "Female dominant." She nodded. "Yes," "What do Subs do?" "They're different, for every Dom, but with you, my rules wouldn't be too much. My stepfather wants me having a sub for our training and he keeps bringing people I don't like. If I present you, I'm sure he'd be pleased."