Que Es Ser Sumisa の小説・ストーリー

Willow continued, “at a mall during a big family holiday. What kind of turnout could you possibly expect?” “Oooh,” another of the men said, suddenly looking at Willow very intently. “Major brat vibes from this one.” “Brat vibes?” Willow said. The man nodded. “It’s when you’re a submissive and, while your primary goal is to please your Dom like other subs, you like to make him or her work for it a bit. Push some buttons, break some rules, that sort of thing. Does that sound like you?” Willow felt her face flush again. “Maybe...”

Demitri As I hold Alissia close, her breath soft and even against my chest, I can tell she’s still wrapped in a haze, not fully here yet. I know this state all too well—subspace. It’s that rare, deep place submissives fall into when they’ve fully let go, releasing control of their body, mind, everything. Her body is pliant against mine, and her fingers, normally restless and defiant, now rest limply over my heart, as if searching for an anchor.

Her wolf surprisingly relaxed under his captivity and began to squirm subconsciously. Was she getting aroused? No way! She shouted at her own sinful thoughts and heard his deep voice, " Even in a servant position, you kept challenging my position, Seraya. Now, you are giving me no choice. From this exact moment, you are going to become my mistress."

"Please think about it. I know Lisa would love continuing her slavery." Rose said, "Once you realize you're a submissive, Master, trying to go back to life as it was before, isn't very fulfilling. I can understand why you don't want to continue sharing your wife with others. Lisa and Julia both understand their needs. You should consider what their needs are before dismissing it out of hand." "Lisa can always find another Master," I said. "Jerry is willing to take slaves at this time. I doubt he'd turn down another." "Knowing you are a submissive doesn't mean all dominants are your Master," Rose replied. "Not really. There's a deeper connection to your Master. I like you. It doesn't mean I w

She nodded. "What do you understand, Janice?" She rolled over onto her hands and knees and crawled to me. "I understand that I'm not a Domme, I'm a submissive. I've always been a submissive." I didn't even have to push. "That's right you're a submissive, probably the most submissive person I've ever met. What does every submissive need Janice?" She crawled right up to me and started kissing my feet. "A Dom." "But you don't have a Dom do you?"

I said with a slightly trembling voice. "I'm not evading, I'm here as a maid. The person that Mas Suma pays. I will obey as long as that is my duty. However, in our relationship, Mas Suma must not restrain or force me! Mas Suma's overprotective attitude makes me like stuff!” My voice started to sound hoarse, my breath seemed to run out with my chest getting tighter. My vision started to blur with my tears. He looked surprised at my reaction. "Rani! That's not what I meant!" he said.

- Each time we are in the red room, you will no longer have a name; you will be called number 1, because you are the first submissive to come to my floor. Here is a submission contract that is known only to us and my lawyers. In addition to the contract, there is a questionnaire that you must answer as honestly as possible, your preferences, what you hate the most; based on your answers, I will know how to conduct the sessions. - What are these sessions? - They are sessions where you will have a lot of pleasure. You are my submissive, my slave in the red room. But outside the room, you are my personal assistant in the eyes of everyone. I have two mistresses, four girlfriends in different cit

"Why would you want to surrender so much of yourself?" "Because it's in my nature," Rhonda said. "It relaxes me. I must always remain in control at work. Focused and in control. I come home from work tense, and tired. Surrendering myself to Domina puts me at rest, relaxes me. I'm no longer in control. She is. I can be a happy slut doing as I'm told and having great sex." "The concept of slavery and the sense of submission a slave feels is hard to describe. If you're not submissive, it's hard to understand submission. If you're willing to try an experiment, I might be able to give you a hint of what it's like."

he whispered, "The most beautiful woman I have ever known." Suman blushed as she met his gaze. "And you are irresistible," she replied, her eyes shining with mischief. “You heard him speak of Maya,” Suman murmured, her voice close and conspiratorial. “The maidservant. He uses her for his own necessary purifications. He finds relief in her submission and in her lack of ambition. It keeps him functional and focused. It ensures his compliance, because he believes he has his own secret domain.”

I said loudly with an authoritative voice. Yeah, I did just so they knew that I am not happy with what they were doing. And also, I knew they might not hear me because of the loud music coming from where we are standing right now. That's why I said that in that way. I was pretty relieved as they paid me their attention. Oh god! I thought they’ll just keep on talking to their damn men! “Oh sorry, sissy. We’ve just finished our negotiations..” Summer uttered sarcastically. I noticed she was still peeking at that man. Looks like she’s hoping and waiting for that man to glance at her.