Wants To Be Dominated Novels & Stories

I don’t like the vibes I’m picking up from her, she seems off. King Dominic is just a show-off and an asshole. I know he is doing it on purpose, he wants to get the other girls jealous so they can hate me more, I guess he is trying to force me to accept him. He knows that the only way he could get them off my back is if he mates with me, he wanted me to accept to be his queen, but I’m not falling for it.

“I guess we need to get you ready then. Let’s go.” ~Lynn~ I’ve never told anyone that before in my life. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit that I want to dominate a man. It’s not something I always want to do, but I’m okay with it being every once in a while. I just want to try it. The idea of having a man bend to my will makes me wet as hell.

I was calming down. "Here's your problem. You came here with ideas of what was going to happen tonight. Part of you still thought you were in control of everything. But you don't really want to be in control. I know you don't. That's why you come here. That's why you need so many guys, because just one guy controlling you isn't enough. You set your limits, but what you really want is for us to control everything else about tonight. But you've been fighting it, ever since we started fucking with your ass tonight. Surrender. Give in to this. You're not going to like all of it, but you CAN tolerate it. You WILL tolerate it. If you give into this, give into pleasing your Masters, you're going to

He’s taking control of our intimacy and now I’m even more turned on. All day, every day in the pack, I am in charge. Dominant. Not showing weakness or submission to anyone gets really tiring. I like that he wants to dominate me. To take the control out of my hands and let me just… experience. To simply feel pleasure without being in charge. To let go without worry.

I asked worried that I had made a mistake. "No no, not at all. As I said, I'm glad you made it. It's just that I want you to understand something before we go further. I want us to be friends. I want us to enjoy each other's company and each other sexually, but I want you to understand, for this to work for me I have to be in charge. It's just the way I am. I like to be dominant in my sex life. Is that okay with you." She said.

“Do you know what dominants and submissives are?” “Not really, sir.” “I am dominant. It means that I like to dominate my partners. To tell them what they can and can’t do. Tell them how to do things and so on and to punish them when they disobey. I have never had a steady relationship with this kind of power exchange because I have never met one I want that with. I have had contracted submissives, but those have only been in the controlled environment of the club I am a member of.” I pause to let this information land in her mind. Her eyes fall to her hands on my chest and her brows are furrowed in concentration as she contemplates this new information.

Don't let them make you think that what you are doing is wrong. I let out a long sigh “I understand what you are saying, but sometimes I still think that it’s wrong to want to do some of this stuff or let them treat me the way they do in the bedroom.’ ‘Heather they will treat you any way you want them to treat you. You know as well as I do that if you don’t want to be dominated one time, they won’t. They only want to do what makes you happy. If they didn’t, they would ask you if you’re OK while you're doing things. They wouldn’t take care of you afterward.’

“No objections, no complaints. You want me to train you? Then you’ll follow what I want and when I need them exactly. I don’t want you hesitating or questioning me.” His words settled over me, cold and uncompromising. I felt a shiver run down my spine, realizing what he was asking. “So… you want me to just obey you? Completely?” “Yes,” he said simply, his expression unreadable. “If you want my help, that’s the price.” The thought of submitting myself to Dominic’s every whim was daunting. He was notorious for pushing limits, for not tolerating weakness, and for pushing those under his command harder than anyone else.

"Just say it, Mandy. Just tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you. All you need to do is say the words." I bite my lower lip. I don't really want to do it. I've just tasted the feeling of being the dominant one, of being the one taking the lead, of being the one that does the commanding, and I don't want to let go of the pleasure that comes with it yet. But I also can't take it anymore. This need—this want—is getting too much and is getting so intense that I feel like if I keep holding myself back, I am going to lose my mind.

“There are different roles for a reason. Brats like to push, test limits. They want control taken, but only when they feel safe enough to fight first. Rope bunnies are in it for the feeling of being held. Slaves want complete ownership, no decisions, no choices. And others are somewhere in between.” She stays quiet, but her eyes flicker. “And dominants like me?” I meet her gaze directly. “We aren’t all the same either. Some like obedience without question. Others prefer the game of making someone submit. Brat tamers thrive on the fight. Sadists need the reaction that pain gives. And then there’s people like me.” Her eyes hold mine now, searching. “I don’t want just obedience. I want surrende