Wants To Be Dominated Novels & Stories

"You want to take Jeannette with you don't you?" Devon hesitated; this was the delicate matter that much hinged upon. "Dominique, you know she's managed to recover much of her memory, as the trainers inevitably do." He watched as Dominique nodded. "She would have been an ideal candidate for this program, which I admit to be inspired by her. It was her determination to become submissive, her determination to return to Master, damn the consequences that showed me how deeply these submissive tendencies run in some people. As for taking her with me, that would happen only if this proposal is adopted, and if the group felt I was a suitable candidate to lead this endeavor, and of course with their

He followed her into the kitchen. "What is going on? He was okay a few minutes ago." Ben whispered to James. "He tends to sulk a lot these days. " James whispered back. "The boss is acting like a teenager getting angry with his girlfriend. " Ben agreed. "Believe me, it is nothing much but it's because he wants her attention. This kind of condition is called ... Symptoms of wanting to be an important person." James made a confident analysis. "Why does he have to want to be an important person? He already is a very important person on earth. "

“I don’t care about Luca, or Nikolai, and if we did that thing with the doctor it’s because I get turned on by the illicit little rush of other people wanting me while I only give myself to you!” I confessed in a blur, sliding my hands up to cup his hard jaw. “It turns me on when others crave what I’m only willing to give you... and I know you do it for the same reason... Dominance. Dark desire. Ego...” We went silent, only listening to each other’s ragged breathing, like a wordless clash of wills.

He shudders violently, howling in pleasure. I'm in love with him. To the point where I swallow it all. I want to impress him. I want to serve him. I want to be his, physically and spiritually. I want him to dominate me, to claim me as his possession and to be an object he can use anytime he likes. I want to worship him! So this is what it feels like to be submissive. In this state, technically I'm a slut—his slut. I lay on top of him, giving myself to him like a willing prisoner.

I take her hand from my abs and bring it to my lips to kiss, “Okay, but at least let me brush and throw my hair up.” “Okay,” she grins, “Your hair does look like you just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” I slap her ass on the way back to my bathroom, “Smartass! Go sit down on the loveseat and I will be out in a minute.” She claps her hands in excitement and spins around to go sit on the little couch in the corner of my room. I stare at her for a moment, grateful that she hasn’t written me off just yet. After everything I have done, she still wants me, but will she want me after I tell her my story, or will she think that I am too fucked up to try and make it work. I became a Dominant f

“Saying something, old man?” “Do we really need to guard this lady along with you, Boss?” He sounded like pissed or something. I scoffed. Boss, huh? “I’m telling this to Adam!” Seeing Francisco and his ugly apprentice makes my blood boiled. If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have been putted in this kind of situation! Imagining being in someone's hands, who’s dangerous and could kill you in the blink of an eye. Who would be happy, huh? Adam has the upper hand and controls me based on what he wants. It’s like he’s my master and I’m his slave. Following all his orders until he says so.

What if the woman I am balls deep in is actually the woman who needed to be controlled. Selene is not the kind of woman to ever give up control. Yet here she is begging for me to fuck her. Begging for me to control her. The dominant side of me is aching to be released. To imagine her on her knees naked. To imagine her mouth open and her cute little tongue out. Waiting for me to fuck her throat. Like I did with my perfect sub.

“You want this, don’t you?” “Yes!” I panted. “Yes, I want it.” I didn’t care how shameless that sounded nor did I care about anything tonight. All I wanted was to feel something or anything. “I’ll have you unable to walk out of here after I’m done with you.” He moved his hand to my neck and held it in a light choke. “I know you want my cock in you.” I wanted to be defiant because I knew from his tone that he was dominant and used to giving orders, men like him loved power, so I disobeyed.

"Then why you want to dominate another woman?" "Ah, the paradox of a switch like me. It's a very powerful feeling being a Dominant. Someone is now surrendering their power to me. I decide who and when they fuck, whether or not they get to cum; if they'll be punished for disobeying me. It's heady stuff, having that much control over another person. But with that control, comes responsibility. I'm responsible for that person's pleasure, their pain, for seeing their needs as a submissive are met so they're happy. It's why I'd give up Dominance instead of submission. I can abdicate responsibility for another person. My only responsibility as a sex slave is to do as Master wishes, to concern myse

I put my arm around her and kissed her. "I love dominating submissive women and submitting to Dominant men or women. Just now, when I was pretending to be your Mistress, dominating you and I made you cum so hard; I got a small orgasm and a whole lot of pleasure from doing so. I get more pleasure from being dominated than being Dominant. I used to fantasize about being dominated. I never fantasized the other way. If I had to give up one or the other, I'd give up being a Dominant, but I don't, so I get to keep this delicious slave."