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I’m a sub. I’ve all the time been submissive, all the way back to when I was a little girl. I remember playing games with my friends, and all the time wanting to be the one who was tied up or dominated. As I got older, those feelings only grew stronger. I craved the touch and the control of a dominant man, someone who could make me feel weak and vulnerable.
So when I met him, I knew I’d found the person I’d been looking for. He was tall, muscular, with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes. He carried himself with confidence, and I could tell from the way he moved and spoke that he had the air of a natural dominant.
We met online, in a private chatroom dedicated to BDSM enthusiasts. We talked for weeks before we finally decided to meet in person. When the day arrived, I was nervous, but also excited. We’d agreed to meet at a local coffee shop, and from there we’d decide what to do.
I was waiting outside when he arrived. He was even more impressive in person, towering over me like a giant. He smiled when he saw me, and I felt myself flush with excitement.
“Hello,” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Matthew.”
“Hi,” I said, taking his hand. “I’m Emily.”
He led me inside, and we ordered coffee and sat down at a small table in the corner. We chatted for a while, getting to know each other. I told him about my past experiences, my desires, and my limits. He listened attentively, nodding his head and asking questions.
When we finished our coffee, he stood up and held out his hand.
“Come with me,” he said.
I stood up, feeling a rush of excitement, and followed him out of the shop. We walked for a few blocks, until we reached a secluded alley. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, his tongue probing my mouth.
I moaned into his mouth, my body responding to his touch. He broke the kiss and took a step back, looking at me with a hungry glint in his eyes.
“Kneel,” he said.
Without hesitation, I sank to my knees. He unzipped his pants and stepped out of them, revealing a thick, throbbing cock. I took it into my mouth eagerly, sucking and licking it until it was hard and wet.
He pulled me to my feet and led me deeper into the alley. There, he produced a set of handcuffs and snapped them around my wrists.
“Now, you’re mine,” he said.
He led me to a nearby wall and pressed me up against it. My heart was pounding as he lifted my shirt, exposing my breasts. He cupped them with his hands, and I moaned as he pinched my nipples. He kissed me again, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve and crevice.
He pulled away, and I saw that he’d retrieved a long black rope from his pocket. He began to wrap it around my body, binding my arms and legs together until I was completely immobile.
“Good girl,” he said, tracing his finger over my lips. “You’re mine now.”
He began to kiss and nibble at my neck, working his way down to my breasts. He licked and sucked each one, making me moan with pleasure. He stepped back and took out a small vibrator, holding it in front of my face.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
I obeyed, and he slipped the vibrator into my mouth, making me suck and lick it like it was a real cock. He pressed it between my legs and switched it on, making me gasp as the vibrations started.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Then beg me for it.”
“Please,” I said. “Please, give me more.”
He smiled and plunged his fingers into my pussy, making me scream with pleasure. He fingered me relentlessly, building me up until I was on the edge of orgasm.
Then he stopped.
“Not yet,” he said, pulling his fingers out. “You’re not allowed to cum without my permission.”
He took out a whip, cracking it against the wall.
“Are you ready to submit?”
“Yes,” I said, my body quivering with anticipation.
“Then beg me to take you.”
“Please,” I said. “Please, take me.”
He laughed and stepped back, admiring his handiwork. I was completely bound and completely at his mercy. He leaned in and kissed me gently on the forehead.
“Good girl,” he said. “Now, the real fun can begin.”
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