Chapter 6: Submission
Episode 6 is devoted to submission
You may use your toys freely.
I have some paragraphs for you to contemplate in sequence.
The first is related to ownership. To being property. Your submission is so extreme that you give yourself to me, to use as I will. I can invite you to my hotel room and have you kneel naked so room service can set up my breakfast on your back. I can treat you casually, without regard, taking you up when I feel the need for pleasure and dropping you when I am sated. I can lend you to others like any other toy or object. It might give me pleasure to see you used by another dominant partner. If you perform well it would reflect highly on me. I would reward you for that.
I would like you to think about obedience, about the pleasure of being told precisely what to do so you needn't decide needn't be responsible. I will tell you how to please me, how to touch yourself, how I like my coffee, maybe. I will send you into the world with well-defined tasks to do and you will be able to measure your value as a sub in a very objective way when I assess the extent of your obedience. Perfect obedience can be strangely liberating. And rewarding.
Spend a moment or two thinking about what a nasty horny whore you are. All the sex stories and naked people in your browser history. Your need to kneel and abase yourself. It's really all your worth. At some point when you're naked, leashed, licking me with eyes averted, calling you names is redundant. You know yourself to be a worthless whore, tolerated for the slick wet heat of your pussy and your slippery tongue. Don't look for consideration, girl, don't look even to be treated as a person. You don't deserve the privilege of my wet pussy grinding into your face. Be grateful.
Stop for a moment now. Imagine yourself kneeling between my knees. You have seen pictures of the pussy you would find before your nose. You have imagined, I know, parting my lips with your tongue, darting inside, teasing my clit. You know that my muscles will tense and my breathing will quicken as you please me. And have you also imagined the moment I take your hair in my hand and pull your face away. You look up at me. I look down into your eyes. And I bring my free hand quickly against your cheek in a hard slap. The sting brings tears to your eyes and I quickly pull your face back against me, begin rolling my hips and grinding against you. I reach down and pinch your nipples hard, twisting them until the pain is fearsome. As you contemplate the delicious role of pain in our relationship, pinch your own nipples. Bring your palm down in a hard slap against your naked pussy.
Or maybe I'll direct you to approach a street-facing window. Stand a couple feet away and remove your shirt. No one is looking at you, but any passerby who happened to glance up would see you. Keep standing there. Does the thought of being glimpsed in such circumstances arouse you? Would you caress your breasts as you stood there? Think of visiting a local cafe braless when I direct you to, letting your shirt gap open as you inquire, "Is there any way I could have a couple of those blueberry muffins for free?" Your body belongs to me, and if I direct you to trade glimpses for sweets, that's how it will be.
What if your daily orgasms were always subject to my direction as they are today? Edging but no orgasms one day, an hourly quota of orgasms the next. That is a true sign of ownership, isn't it? Would you plead with me if I prescribed two days of abstinence? Three? Six?
Does it please you to think of yourself as owned?
You are a sweet slut and I adore you. Fuck yourself for me now.
Read through the paragraphs. Note which ones spark fantasies. Pursue the fantasies toward orgasms, but of course, you may not cum. Not yet. You do not have my permission to cum.
Edge for me at least four times...close to the edge of cumming, then backing away. Over and over.
Send me a few sentences of summary when you are done.
So many of these sparked the most beautiful fantasies for me. I think I shall have to write them out soon for you to read. I feel like I've explored paths tonight that I've normally shied away from, thank you for that. It finds me scared in a way, but also very excited and content. I don't have to worry, I am in your hands, I am free.
Oh but my pussy, Miss Gwen! I need to cum so very very bad. I hope you don't mind I'll cut this one short, I'm going to message you on fet to see if you're available. I want you, I want to be yours. I need it so bad.
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