Submissives Novels & Stories

In our relationship, I am the Dom and people like me are typically the ones who initiate and guide the activities, setting boundaries and ensuring the submissive's safety and consent. The Sub or submissive is the person who submits to the Dominant's control and commands, surrendering their autonomy and decision-making power within the agreed-upon boundaries. You are the submissive here, and your role is to follow my instructions, communicate your needs and limits, and trust my guidance and care. Do you understand?' He asked after his elaborate speech. I nodded my head in understanding. 'Does that mean I don’t have a say on what I want? Because that’s the whole point of this thing,' I questio

it’s about presence, confidence, and the ability to read your body like a book and rewrite it in the way they want. On the other hand, a submissive, or sub, is the one who gives in, willingly. They surrender their control and trust their Dom to take them to places they can't go on their own. It’s not about being weak. It’s about craving the freedom that comes from not having to lead, just to feel, respond, obey, and be consumed. Well…I’ve been both. And both sides awakened different parts of me. But nothing compares to what it felt like when my husband decided to test the limits of what I used to be… and remind me who I still am beneath it all.

The whole thing felt surreal. I had spent a solid hour last night researching the Dom/Sub dynamic. Apparently, as a submissive, you have to earn your Dom’s praise. And oddly enough, I think that’s my kink—praise. It always made my day when Alex gave me even the most casual compliment. It was like being showered in gold.

They showed a qualitative exploration of dominant/submissive roles and relationships, explaining what they are and how they work. The search described dominants as empathic and nurturing, desiring and able to take control, attentive and responsible… a perfect definition of what Damon stood for. While submissives were characterized as willing to give up control and having a desire to please. The girl couldn't help but feel like she was reading her own biography as her eyes continued to scan down the words on the bright screen.

I tried to find the word, "Similar to a dominant and submissive relationship" His eyes green and clear remained glued to my face as I spoke, even after so long it was still unnerving to be the entire focus of his gaze. "You’re naturally bossy and I tend to be somewhat complacent, on some things” I immediately added because I didn't want to be giving him ideas. “Then you agree that you are submissive?“ I chewed on my bottom lip. “I guess?” “Most women find that term offensive with the recent feminist movement and all”

I thought of the Master of Elysium dropping to his knees on this very rug to yield a piece of his sovereignty to me. Myth Number Two: Submission is the loss of power. The words flowed from my mind like water from a broken dam. We are conditioned to believe that yielding is a failure. But within the walls of a consensual power exchange, submission is not something that is stolen from you. It is a sovereign, calculated gift. It requires infinitely more courage to bare your throat than it does to hold the blade. When a submissive kneels, they do so knowing they hold the ultimate authority in the room—the safeword. Their surrender is the catalyst that allows the entire dynamic to exist. They do

The word throbbed on his lips, full of laughter and hunger. “No,” she replied, holding him in a steady gaze. "I want to submit. But not on your terms. I do not submit out of fear of hellfire or contract violation. I submit because I want to feel your mastery. I want to be pleasing you because it is my own desire to do so. The power dynamic remains. You are the Master. I am the willing submissive. But the foundation changes from coercion to consent."

Alpha Jack I breathe heavily as I gradually descend from the high she just pulled me into. My eyes flutter open, the haze slowly lifting, and the first thing I see is her. She’s still on her knees before me, my release glistening on her lips—lips she’s now biting with deliberate, sultry intent. Her gaze is fixed on mine, dark and heavy-lidded, filled with mischief and molten heat. Goddess, she looks divine like this—covered in my cum, kneeling before me like the perfect submissive she-wolf. The sight stirs something feral in me, and I feel my cock already hardening again.

The two women immediately hopped up and came over. "On your knees," she said. Both dropped in front of her. "Gentlemen, this little whore, that little whore, and that worthless slime ball over there," she said, indicating Danielle, Amy, and Zeke, "are Duncan and Kelly's submissives. This one," she said, pointing at Heidi, "Is Marie and Ed's submissive." That was a new one for Kelly. She hadn't known that Heidi had agreed to be Ed and Marie's sub, and neither of her friends had told her.

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..