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As a young woman, I at all times knew that I was different. While my friends were giggling about crushes and dates, I would discover myself daydreaming about much darker desires. I longed for a man who would take control of my body, who would dominate me completely, and leave me trembling with pleasure.

For years, I tried to suppress these desires, to deny the part of me that longed for submission. But no matter how hard I tried, the fantasies would at all times return, stronger than ever.

It wasn’t until I met Alex that I realized I wasn’t alone in my cravings.

At first, Alex and I were just friends. He was tall and muscular, with a charming smile and a quick wit that at all times kept me on my toes. But as we spent more time together, I couldn’t deny the growing attraction between us.

One night, after a few too many glasses of wine, I found myself confessing my deepest desires to him. To my surprise, he didn’t recoil in horror or judge me for my desires. Instead, he leaned in close and whispered, “I can give you everything you want.”

From that moment on, I was his. He became the master of my body, teaching me the art of submission with gentle patience and firm dominance. He showed me how to let go of control, how to trust in him completely, and how to surrender to the overwhelming pleasure that came with being completely under his control.

Our relationship was taboo in every sense of the word. Alex was my boss, and he was more than twice my age. We had to keep our relationship a secret, for fear of losing our jobs and our reputations.

But none of that mattered when we were together. In his arms, I felt free and alive.

Our love-making was intense and passionate. Alex knew just how to touch me to make me shiver with pleasure, and he at all times pushed me just far enough to leave me yearning for more.

One night, we took our passion a step further. Alex blindfolded me and tied my hands above my head, leaving me completely at his mercy. He started off slow, tracing his fingers over my naked skin, and then he began to spank me gently, each blow sending waves of pleasure through my body.

As the spanking continued, I grew more and more aroused, my body arching towards him, begging for release. And then, just when I wondered I couldn’t take it anymore, he plunged into me, filling me completely and setting off a chain reaction of orgasms that left me breathless.

Afterwards, we lay in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow of our passion. As I gazed up at him, I felt a deep sense of gratitude and reverence. Alex had given me the gift of complete submission, and in doing so, he had unlocked a part of my sexuality that I had never been able to access before.

For the next few weeks, our relationship continued in the same taboo fashion, with each moment together bringing us closer and closer to the edge. But then came the day that everything changed.

I arrived at work one day to discover Alex’s office empty. His assistant informed me that he had been called away on an emergency company trip, and that it could be weeks before he returned.

My heart sank as she spoke. I had grown accustomed to our secret relationship, and the wondered of being without him for weeks was unbearable.

Over the next few days, I tried to drown out my desires and focus on work. But every time I saw the empty chair behind Alex’s desk, my thoughts would drift back to our passionate encounters and I would discover myself growing more and more frustrated.

Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed Alex, and I needed him now.

It was a risk, but I decided to show up at his hotel room and surprise him. I knocked on the door nervously, my heart pounding, and waited for him to answer.

When the door finally opened, I saw Alex standing before me, his face filled with shock. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice shaking with emotion.

“I couldn’t stay away,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

And then, without another word, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.

For the next several hours, we were completely consumed with each other. We made love on the bed, on the floor, on the couch, and every other surface we could discover. We were reckless and wild, taking risks that we had never dared to take before.

As the sun began to rise, I knew that our time together was coming to an end. Alex had to return to work, and I had to return to my own life.

But as I dressed and prepared to leave, I knew that nothing could ever be the same again. Alex and I had crossed a line, and now there was no going back. We had tasted forbidden pleasure, and there was no denying the power of those desires.

In the days and weeks that followed, Alex and I continued our taboo relationship, each encounter taking us deeper into the world of power play and submission. We explored new fantasies, taking turns as the dominant and the submissive, at all times pushing each other to the brink of our desires.

Looking back on those moments now, I realize that I never truly knew what it meant to be alive until I met Alex. He showed me the power of lustful submission, and in doing so, he set me free.
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