Sub Dom Quotes

A good Dom knows what their sub's pain tolerance is, their likes and dislikes, and won't go beyond what their sub can handle.

Master Nolan - "Being angry at a sub because a scene goes bad or you don’t get the response you want isn’t the mark of a good Dom. And insulting a woman for any reason is the mark of an asshole.

Let me put this as plainly as I can. Me, Dom. You, sub.

A Dom never takes away. He only builds.

His lips were smooth and strong, and his tongue stroked mine with a passion and yearning that curled my toes. And we weren’t dom and sub; we weren’t master and servant; we weren’t even man and woman. We were lovers...

Master Nolan - “When a Dom takes control, leaving no choices for the sub, he has to see to all her needs, not just sexual, but emotional and physical also. If your Dom doesn't do that, then you find a new Dom.

There was nothing more powerful. Not one thing better to boost a Dom’s ego than being a sub’s everything. He’d asked her for everything, but this wasn’t the same thing at all. In this case he was the need in a literal sense and damn, it was empowering. Scintillating. Dangerous because now that he’d got his first taste of it, he wanted more.

He knew Doms who never sucked off their subs, claiming that it upset the power dynamic too much, tangled the lines drawn. To his mind, that was nonsense. He was in complete control here, just like he would be when it was Sterling's mouth on his cock, fervent, worshipful, obedient. Hell, if he ever wanted to, he could order Sterling to spank him and still be clearly, unmistakably, the one calling the shots

Are you a Dominant, Sir?” “Yes.” A smile played at his lips. Hearing her call him that would never get old. “And I’m a submissive?” “Absolutely,” Law whispered in her ear. “You’re the sweetest little sub I’ve ever seen.” A grin curled her mouth up. “So I call you my Doms?” “Yes, pet.” Her smile widened until she looked as if she was trying to keep a straight face. “You’re Dominic, the Dom.” He sighed. “Yes, pet. I think I was aptly named.” “You’re Dom Dominic.” “While true, that’s not exactly how you should phrase it.” He frowned. “You’re Dom Dom.” The smile zipped across her face. “I get to call you Dom Dom.

This collar has a lot of meanings. Some Doms will use it for a training collar. That’s not necessarily what I want you to wear it for. I want you to wear it because I own this collar and the beautiful kitten wearing it. It shows you are taken, that you are my property, and you are off limits. It also represents that I’m off the market.” “Depending on the Dom and sub, it could also be used in the place of an engagement ring or a wedding ring.

Suddenly, I realised that I had chosen this...I wanted him...I realised how much I truly wanted to please him in every way that I could...And for the first time, I realised that I wanted to be Dane's 'housewife' while he was my provider and protector. In that kitchen on that morning was the last time that I ever doubted the role that I was to play... "Homecoming

A true Master is not a man, or in some cases a woman, that likes to fuck hard or control. People like that are asses. It's also illegal and called abuse. A proper Dom is a person that, no matter what will be there for you. Not just sexually, but emotionally and physically. He's not a sub's abuser, but her ultimate comforter. Likewise, with a sub, she has an inner need to please her Master. No matter where they are or what they are doing, the simple tone of his voice makes her body alert and willing to obey his every wish.

She didn't think in terms of "dom" being capitalized and "sub" being lowercase. To Erin, D/s wasn't about one person being worthy of a capital letter and the other not. It wasn't about unequal worth; it was about two equals sharing power, sharing sex and emotion. She didn't submit to him because she wanted to be debased or harmed, because she needed to be lesser than anyone. She was aware some people got off on that, and hey, whatever floats your boat. But when he dominated her, she felt cherished and adored, cosseted in those cherished moments between them-in a way she never achieved with anyone else.

Tara! I told you to call me Tara! Oh my God, you suck at subbing. You're going to lose points for us. Please do as you're told!

Rio chuckled. “Are there Doms and subs on Ariel?” Nella blinked up at him. “I really have no idea. I don’t think we’ve done a survey.

I can’t wait too long to have you.

Doms always want control, Sean. Always. It's WHY he wants that control that matters. In this specific power exchange, the outcome is priceless. Why? Because there are very few things a sub can surrender that are more profoundly intimate than release. To have that kind of power, dictating exactly when another can come....It's its own kind of high, Sean. Its own kind of rush.

There’s no right or wrong way to be a Dom or a sub. There are safe and unsafe ways, and there are right and wrong for certain scenes. But there’s no right or wrong way for you to be submissive.

My dearest Elle, I vow to love you as you deserve, protect you from those who seek to harm, and nurture you for all my days on this earth, as long as air fills my lungs. I vow, not just as your husband, but as your Dom, to worship you with every fiber of my being, my sweet sub, to free you from your emotional cage and help you discover the woman you are destined to become. I vow to be everything you need, friend, lover, mentor, keeper of your mind, body, and soul. I vow my life and everything I am to you, my world.

I went into the experience with the notion that I was merely going to get a taste of a deviant lifestyle. The Dom was charismatic and the kinky sex might be good if I could get past the whipping part, because there was no way I would ever think that was fun. I believed I could never be truly submissive or enjoy pain. I was so very wrong My life changed forever. The connection between Dom and sub is one of the closest relationships two people can have. Give and take became more than words. They became the basis of my existence. My body is no longer my own. He has access to everything I am— privacy does not exist, but when he looks at me it's with love. There is no fear and no shame because I am safe. I will always be safe with him. As my Master will be safe with me.

Dear Jon, A real Dear Jon let­ter, how per­fect is that?! Who knew you’d get dumped twice in the same amount of months. See, I’m one para­graph in and I’ve al­ready fucked this. I’m writ­ing this be­cause I can’t say any of this to you face-to-face. I’ve spent the last few months ques­tion­ing a lot of my friend­ships and won­der­ing what their pur­pose is, if not to work through big emo­tional things to­gether. But I now re­al­ize: I don’t want that. And I know you’ve all been there for me in other ways. Maybe not in the lit­eral sense, but I know you all would have done any­thing to fix me other than lis­ten­ing to me talk and al­low­ing me to be sad with­out so­lu­tions. And now I am writ­ing this let­ter rather than pick­ing up the phone and talk­ing to you be­cause, de­spite every thing I know, I just don’t want to, and I don’t think you want me to ei­ther. I lost my mind when Jen broke up with me. I’m pretty sure it’s been the sub­ject of a few of your What­sApp con­ver­sa­tions and more power to you, be­cause I would need to vent about me if I’d been friends with me for the last six months. I don’t want it to have been in vain, and I wanted to tell you what I’ve learnt. If you do a high-fat, high-pro­tein, low-carb diet and join a gym, it will be a good dis­trac­tion for a while and you will lose fat and gain mus­cle, but you will run out of steam and eat nor­mally again and put all the weight back on. So maybe don’t bother. Drunk­en­ness is an­other idea. I was in black­out for most of the first two months and I think that’s fine, it got me through the evenings (and the oc­ca­sional af­ter­noon). You’ll have to do a lot of it on your own, though, be­cause no one is free to meet up any more. I think that’s fine for a bit. It was for me un­til some­one walked past me drink­ing from a whisky minia­ture while I waited for a night bus, put five quid in my hand and told me to keep warm. You’re the only per­son I’ve ever told this story. None of your mates will be ex­cited that you’re sin­gle again. I’m prob­a­bly your only sin­gle mate and even I’m not that ex­cited. Gen­er­ally the ex­pe­ri­ence of be­ing sin­gle at thirty-five will feel dif­fer­ent to any other time you’ve been sin­gle and that’s no bad thing. When your ex moves on, you might be­come ob­sessed with the bloke in a way that is al­most sex­ual. Don’t worry, you don’t want to fuck him, even though it will feel a bit like you do some­times. If you open up to me or one of the other boys, it will feel good in the mo­ment and then you’ll get an emo­tional hang­over the next day. You’ll wish you could take it all back. You may even feel like we’ve en­joyed see­ing you so low. Or that we feel smug be­cause we’re win­ning at some­thing and you’re los­ing. Re­member that none of us feel that. You may be­come ob­sessed with work­ing out why ex­actly she broke up with you and you are likely to go fully, fully nuts in your bid to find a sat­is­fy­ing an­swer. I can save you a lot of time by let­ting you know that you may well never work it out. And even if you did work it out, what’s the pur­pose of it? Soon enough, some girl is go­ing to be crazy about you for some un­de­fin­able rea­son and you’re not go­ing to be in­ter­ested in her for some un­de­fin­able rea­son. It’s all so ran­dom and un­fair – the peo­ple we want to be with don’t want to be with us and the peo­ple who want to be with us are not the peo­ple we want to be with. Re­ally, the thing that’s go­ing to hurt a lot is the fact that some­one doesn’t want to be with you any more. Feel­ing the ab­sence of some­one’s com­pany and the ab­sence of their love are two dif­fer­ent things. I wish I’d known that ear­lier. I wish I’d known that it isn’t any­body’s job to stay in a re­la­tion­ship they don’t want to be in just so some­one else doesn’t feel bad about them­selves. Any­way. That’s all. You’re go­ing to be okay, mate. Andy

You told her she should dump her Dom for you. But any real fucking Dom would know never to approach a sub to undermine their Dom. By the way, take your fucking hands off of her,” he asserts, stepping closer to the man.

Cross wasn't being domineering, telling what to do or treating me like a child, all of the things that I'd always associated with those sorts of relationships. When Juliette told me Cross was a Dom like her, I'd assumed those things applied to him even more. But it wasn't like that. He was asking me to let him be in charge, not just taking what he wanted. He was treating me as an equal, but an equal he wanted to protect.

That, little one, is true Dominance/submission. Not what Bradford did to you. The sub trusts her Dom enough to give him her power. The Dom takes the power the sub gives him and uses it to give her extreme pleasure. Submission is always freely given, never forced. Forced submission is abuse.” Charlie’s

In an ideal world, no one would need a therapy. In this world, many people did but didn’t get it for a variety of reasons. Liam believed some of them turned to the world of doms and subs.

Bătrânii sumbri-s strânşi la sfat În jurul sfintei adultere, Găsită, noaptea, în alt pat, Pierdută-n somn şi-n mângâiere. Dom colosal de matostat, Vagi catifeluri în unghere: Bătrânii sumbri-s strânşi la sfat În jurul sfintei adultere. Ea mai dormea zâmbind ciudat, Adusă-n perini, de mânere, Şi, mult, sub bolţi au aşteptat Să-şi facă somnul, în tăcere, Bătrânii sumbri strânşi la sfat.

He was known for being a bit more hardcore in his play than the other Doms. Hell, some of the subs called him Dexter—the undercover sadist. He wasn’t undercover, damn it. He put that shit right out there.

My rules adjust according to the submissive. No two are the same and a relationship between a Dom and a sub should be personal. For example, one sub might agree to being bound and publicly humiliated...and another might not. I will hear your Rules and questions and concerns first before I decide where to go from here.

The sub has the power. The dom has the control.

If I had been thinking, I would have stopped. A dom should never, ever have an ounce of anger in his heart when spanking a sub. That wasn’t fun. That wasn’t all right.

I don’t usually bother with subs over size eight but I might make an exception for you if you’re fit.’ Deleted. Ten dom bottles hanging on the wall. ‘Suck my cock, bitch.’ And if one dom bottle should accidentally fall…

I'm a Dom over subs. You have subs?" I shrugged a shoulder. "Are you available?" "Oh fuck!" He literally giggled, like he couldn't believe his good fortune cookies.

It was consent. You want to call it rape? Fine. I’m going to call it a Dom taking his sub the way she realized she liked it—rough. You want to say you beat me? Fine. Remember it however you want to. I’m going to choose to remember it as a discipline you needed to give me to drive home a point. And let me tell you, Dan, yes, I was frightened while I was there—but never of you. In fact, with you, I felt more alive than I’ve ever felt in my life.

He was polite, let me set the limits, and gave me snacks afterward." "Aww, snack doms are the best!

These people are committed to one person. They are Master's and slaves, or Doms and subs who don't share

But any good Dom knows his sub will push him away when she’s feeling backed into a corner and hurt. Mack should know better,

But what difference does it make? If you want different things, how is communicating going to help?” I ask. She shrugs. “Because we all want the same thing—to feel safe, satisfied, and seen. We just take different roads to get there. If my friend’s wife loves pain and wants it, then is he really hurting her, or is he just giving her exactly what she wants? If a submissive’s only desire is to please their Dom, then who is really in control if the sub is getting exactly what they want? These are all just dynamics that exist here in this club and out in the real world. We’re all after the same thing, but sometimes we have to get a little creative with how we work with those around us to get it.

Years before I met you, a friend introduced me to kink. She showed me shibari models online, and I thought I would very much like to feel the sharp of my teeth against their flesh. I wanted someone both to tie up and to tie me up. Then I met a woman who was a live-in sub for a dom couple. Her name was Lily—she was a switch. Every fall, she went to a leather and kink festival. I don’t know what I’m doing, I said. It’s okay, I’ll show you, she said. We hung the set of rules in her bedroom and recited them into each other’s mouths. It was a beautiful initiation. Every time we went out to the bar, her goal was to make me jealous with other women; my goal was to hide my jealousy, to avoid interfering with her flirtations. If I pulled her away from a conversation, to kiss her, to bite her, to mark my territory, I would be punished later, which I frequently was. I lived for the sting of the flogger, the rip from and return to my body. I felt good as long as I knew what was expected of me. Within the realm of kink, I felt unstoppable and invincible, like a teenager drag racing on an icy road. Outside of it, though, responsibility felt wrong, heavy—something I couldn’t wait to dispose

Another example of highly compatible Core Desires is someone who wants to dominate getting together with someone who wants to feel pleasing or punished. Some dominants get off on the idea that their sub is there to follow their every whim, and a person who wants to feel like they are pleasing will want to do it right for their dom. Other dominants like the idea of taking their submissive to task and some subs want to feel like they are naughty and in need of punishment, thus making them highly compatible.

ancient tradition was a sacred ceremony. A ritual that binds a Dom and a sub. For the submissive it was an honour. I should know. I’d knelt on these very blocks for Master Colton. For the Dominant, it was a privilege, almost like gaining rank. Like when I claimed Levin on these same blocks. A privilege like no other. But at its most base level, it was the exchanging of gifts. Hunter’s gift to me was his submission. In return, he was receiving the domination he craved in a safe, structured, and protected environment. His every wish would be met; his every need, every desire. He’d want for nothing. I would make sure of it.

Marcus had pushed Gabi on her knees. Kim stared at him. This wasn’t the ever so polite Southerner she’d stayed with. His blue eyes were icy as he told Gabi her diversion had caused his beer to get warm, and that was simply unacceptable. “Your beer got warm?” Scowling up at her dom, Gabi pushed her hair out of her eyes. “God, you’re uptight. Did the aliens maybe forget to remove your anal probe?” “That does it.” He grabbed her hair and pushed her toward the cockpit. Kim grinned. The pampered doms wanted a comfortable bench to sit on to punish their subs.

When people say they don’t have a choice, they’re lying. Of course you have a choice. The consequences of the alternatives aren’t acceptable to you, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have a choice. You can still choose to walk away and not be a Dom. You can opt to train at Sub Zero. Move somewhere else and find a club there.

In a Dom and sub relationship, the sub has the most control. She can stop it whenever she wants. It doesn’t matter what the Dom does or how much he wants her. “She uses her safe word, and that’s it.

the heart of what we do, what I crave as a dominant, is this. This connection, a simple moment when my sub responds to me in this way. When she trusts herself to me, allows me to control even something so basic as her own fear.

You can use the club safeword, red light, if you feel it’s absolutely necessary. But I would caution you to be very careful about that. Safewords aren’t a way to get out of something that might be pushing your envelope. They are only to be used when the Dom just isn’t getting your cues, and failure to stop the scene will result in harm to you. We have had the occasional case of a sub using her safeword just to get out of something she didn’t want to do. That behavior is grounds for punishment.

If they can’t respect my limits, then I don’t need them in my life. How you choose to practice is no one else’s business but yours and your partner’s. The idea of a perfect Dom or sub is bullshit. We’re all people with flaws, insecurities, and baggage. Discipline, in most power exchange relationships, is not about the pain itself but about correcting behavior and showing you care enough to want to correct them.

If you want different things, how is communicating going to help?” I ask. She shrugs. “Because we all want the same thing—to feel safe, satisfied, and seen. We just take different roads to get there. If my friend’s wife loves pain and wants it, then is he really hurting her, or is he just giving her exactly what she wants? If a submissive’s only desire is to please their Dom, then who is really in control if the sub is getting exactly what they want?

Discipline is a trust issue between a Dom and a sub. We do not have that trust between us. To have to perform a scene, a punishment scene like that, was extremely unpleasant. It bothered me to see you hurt, Jessica,” he growled. “You will let me hold you and offer me some comfort in return.

I must want the Sub, and just as importantly, she must want me as her Dom. Because really, and this is what those boys fail to realise, all the power is in her hands. She chooses to submit. She chooses to let go. She chooses to accept instructions. She chooses to play.

Every good Dom was a sub at one time.

Look, I like you. I haven’t made any secret of that. This was fun tonight, but I don’t want to be here if I’m not wanted.” “I believe there was ample evidence of the fact that you’re wanted earlier.” She shrugs. “That was awesome, but since then, you’ve been kinda…bitchy.” … “Bitchy?” I ask in my most sinister tone, the one that has no effect whatsoever on her. She looks me dead in the eye, fearless and gorgeous. “Yep.” “Telling a Dom he’s bitchy can get a little sub in a lot of trouble.” “What kind of trouble?” she asks, her eyes glittering with excitement.

Kate, a vanilla man will never give you what you really need and you'll end up feeling unloved and insecure, unable to respond the way you could with a Dom. A vanilla woman can't give a Dom what he needs. He feels as if he can't be himself during sex, frustrated that he can't take control, make things right – better. Doms and subs. We need each other. It's beautiful when it works out.

I was, I knew full well, a creature composed of strange desires. They'd always been with me, these hungers. As a child I played villain in every game of 'capture the princess,' tying my pretty playmates up with jump ropes and spriting them away to my faux castle on the playground. I wrestled my friends to the ground in bursts of emotion, or punctuated kisses on the cheek with a sharp nip. It didn't help that I had absolutely no interest in pursuing companionship with boys in the same way I did girls, no matter how many limpid first dates I went on.