The Unbroken Submissive
- Reads 32
- Votes 0
- Parts 15
MatureComplete Tue, Sep 30, 202525m
Control was the air Scar breathed. At twenty-two, she had sculpted her life into a fortress of order. She didn't know she was a submissive; she only knew that the feeling of yielding, of not being in control, was synonymous with danger. So she controlled everything, desperately, because the alternative was a darkness she couldn't bear to face. Her dominance wasn't a preference; it was a survival strategy born of trauma, a cage built to protect a wounded core.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Read Me, Ruin Me
She only wanted to feel seen. One chat. One anonymous confession. That's all it took for someone to crawl into her data, her memories, her skin. He doesn't just read her secrets - he rewrites her shame. Every rule she breaks belongs to him. Every dare, every guilt, every moan. And now, she's not sure if she's being ruined... ...or rewritten.Complete
controlled by him
I wanted her so bad it hurts her big full mouth her full beautiful body I wanted her . it took me a while to realize wasn't mad at her I was lusting to touch her to feel her I waited so long my body is aching and I did what I did cause I couldn't control myself anymore I don't care if she forgive me or not all I care about she is mine to enjoy even if that means taking her against her well.Complete
DESIRE TO CONTROL HER ✅
He was the strictest Dom, loves to control women and she was a free bird, didn't like to be controlled by anybody. He was into the BDSM and she hates it. He was finding a challenging submissive for himself and she was a perfect match for him but she wasn't ready to accept his offer because she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He has a burning desire to control her because she was his perfect choice but she was a hard nut to crack. He was crazy to make her his submissive and control her mind, soul and body. What will be the spark between them? Will it end with Dom dropping the whip or the bird getting into the cage? To know these answers join the cute and intense journey of the hot and strictest Master and his cute little butterfly. *** "I flared up by looking at the person like you." "What do you mean by this?" "I mean you're a Dominant who controls people life and I hate it." "You don't know anything, butterfly. At least experience it, then hate it." "It will be better if I throw you out of the cafe by kicking your ass." His eyes widened a bit in shock. "This will also be a new experience for me." I grinned. "Butterfly, you will regret if you ever do this to me or even say this to me again." His tone became stern suddenly. "Oh, I'm so scared." I scoffed. "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass." He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist. Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the fuck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words. He again grasped my wrist and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and with a swift motion, he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his legs. What he is doing? Fear rushed down my spine.Complete
The Professor's Captive -Book 1
Trapped in an estate where obedience is measured and desire is weaponized, DJ wasn't chosen, she was claimed. Thrown into a world of brutal lessons and psychological games, she finds herself tangled with four dangerously magnetic men. Each man pushes her limits, and each one reveals just how complicated survival can be. Because some girls don't need saving. They just need room to burn. Trigger Warning: This is a dark psychological story that dives deep into themes of captivity, control, and trauma. It includes mature content, psychological manipulation, past abuse, and intense power dynamics. There are also references to non-consensual situations and emotional/mental distress. Please take care while reading - this story isn't for everyone.Complete
✅ Desire To Control Her (Manan)
He was the strictest Dom, loves to control women and she was a free bird, didn't like to be controlled by anybody. He was into the BDSM and she hates it. He was finding a challenging submissive for himself and she was a perfect match for him but she wasn't ready to accept his offer because she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He has a burning desire to control her because she was his perfect choice but she was a hard nut to crack. He was crazy to make her his submissive and control her mind, soul and body. His desire to control her will fulfil or not? Or his desire to control her will change into the desire to make her his? To know these answers join the cute and intense journey of the hot and strictest Master and his cute little butterfly. *** "I flared up by looking at the person like you." "What do you mean by this?" "I mean you're a Dominant who controls people life and I hate it." "You don't know anything, butterfly. At least experience it, then hate it." "It will be better if I throw you out of the cafe by kicking your ass." His eyes widened a bit in shock. "This will also be a new experience for me." I grinned. "Butterfly, you will regret if you ever do this to me or even say this to me again." His tone became stern suddenly. "Oh, I'm so scared." I scoffed. "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass." He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist. Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the fuck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words. He again grasped my wrist and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and with a swift motion, he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his legs. What he is doing? Fear rushed down my spine.Complete
The Masked Soldier | ✔️
❗️NOT FOR KIDS OR SENSITIVE READERS❗️ 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚛𝚒'𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐... 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝... This is a DARK and SPICY story! Read at your own risk!! (Accounts who post hateful paragraphs will be muted for all of my stories!) ❗️ONLY FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY❗️18+ - True War Crimes - Mentions of rape - Lots of Sex - Unhealthy obsession - Violence/KillingComplete
Simple Submission
Aubrey doesn't fit society's description of a desirable woman- at least she doesn't think so- and she accepts that truth for what it is. She loves playing video games and weighs more than what is considered the status quo. While working she meets Ethan, and while they didn't meet on great terms he sees something he wants....her. She can't believe a man like him wants her but soon things get steamy. Every woman is beautiful. Join Aubrey on the long journey as she finds self-confidence through somewhat taboo means. Giving up control isn't always a bad thing. **Thanks to Fairybad for the new introduction** I have unpublished the prologue as I am not sure it is necessary, opinions welcome in messages or comments.Complete
All Night
"Before 𝗛𝗶𝗺" "Before 𝙃𝙚𝙧" "Only 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 could tell how we'd end up." They were 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲. The life of 𝘀𝗲𝘅 strived through 𝗵𝗶𝗺. The life of her 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗿 strived through 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗛𝗲 wasn't looking for 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 wanted 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 to come to her. Put them 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, life couldn't get any 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 - shit or 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲 ____ My body was bent over in a doggy position bound to some type of bench. My arms and wrists were restrained on both sides of the bench making me use my elbows for support; my legs and ankles were restrained on the bars of the bench aswell as I used my knees for another type of support. My ass stood high in the air as my stomach laid on a bar. I was fucked at this point because there was no way I was going to get out of this, hell I could barely move. "You Wanna know something Kataleya?" He asked. I gasped as a bucket of a chillingly cold water was splashed on my naked body. "Y-Yes." I answered my voice trembling. The sense of not being able to see what he was about to do to me made me aroused, but mostly scared as hell. "I don't share, but we've already talked about this didn't we?" I shamefully didn't answer. "OW!" I screamed as I felt the leather of a belt land harshly on my thigh. The water made the sensation worse, we haven't even began and that one spot held so much pain for more than 15 seconds. "Yes!" I cried. "Now count, you've got 30, miscount we start over to the beginning and when I'm done be ready because it seems I have to mark what mine so we'll be at it - 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩." *the following images inside this story are not mine.Complete
She only wanted to feel seen. One chat. One anonymous confession. That's all it took for someone to crawl into her data, her memories, her skin. He doesn't just read her secrets - he rewrites her shame. Every rule she breaks belongs to him. Every dare, every guilt, every moan. And now, she's not sure if she's being ruined... ...or rewritten.
More detailsContent Guidelines