I had all the time been drawn to the idea of submission, the idea of giving up control to someone else, of letting them dictate my every move. It was a fantasy that had started early on in my life, flickering in the back of my mind during innocent games of pretend, finding its way into my dreams at night.
But as I grew older, that desire only grew stronger, the need to relinquish control calling out to me louder and louder until it was almost impossible to ignore.
That’s how I found myself in front of her, my Mistress of Control, the woman who would guide me on my journey into submissive bliss.
Her beauty was undeniable, with long dark hair that fell in soft curls down her back, and piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through me. And while she exuded a sensuality that made my stomach flutter, it was her air of confidence, the way she held herself with such poise and power, that truly drew me in.
From the moment I entered into her presence, I knew that she was someone whom I could trust, someone who would all the time be in control, guiding me along the path that I so desperately craved to follow.
It started slowly, with small commands that were easy enough to follow. “Kneel,” she’d say, and I’d drop to the ground without a second wondered. “Crawl,” and I’d move across the floor on hands and knees.
But soon, those commands became more complex, more difficult to obey. “Strip,” she’d command, and I’d feel my limbs become so heavy that I could barely move, my skin prickling with the wondered of being completely exposed in front of her.
And yet, something about the way she said it, the way her voice dripped with honeyed words that conveyed just how much power she held over me, made it impossible to withstand.
And so, I’d peel off my clothing, piece by piece, revealing my nakedness inch by inch until I stood before her completely vulnerable and exposed.
With each task she entrusted to me, each new command she issued, I felt myself growing more submissive, more eager to do whatever it was that she wanted. And as I surrendered to her whims, I felt a sense of peace that I had never known before, a distinct pleasure that rippled through me with every obedient move.
But it wasn’t enough, not for my Mistress of Control. She wanted more, demanded more. And even as I trembled at the wondered of what she would ask of me next, I found myself utterly under her spell, unable to deny her any request.
She taught me about pain, about the way it could be mingled with pleasure until the two became almost indistinguishable. And with each strike of a whip, each flick of a cane against my skin, I felt myself moving closer and closer to the state of ecstasy that she’d promised me from the very beginning.
And yet, even as she tormented me, Mistress of Control all the time made sure to take care of me, to soothe the aches and pains that lingered long after our sessions had ended. She knew how to balance the power dynamic that existed between us, the push and pull that made our connection so exhilarating.
It wasn’t just physical control that she had over me, either. She worked on burrowing her way into my mind, figuring out all of my secrets, my darkest desires, and using them to her benefit.
And as she explored the depths of my psyche, I found myself reaching new levels of pleasure, of surrender, that I’d never even known existed.
For months, we continued in this way, with each session bringing something new that we could explore together. And while the initial thrill of our arrangement had never faded away, I knew that it was time for our time together to come to an end.
As I knelt before her, looking up into her emerald eyes one final time, I knew without a doubt that I would never forget the lessons that she had taught me, the journey into submissive bliss that we had taken together.
And as she granted me permission to return to my typical life, I knew that I would never truly be the same again. I was mind, body, and soul, hers to control in any way she saw fit, and while our journey may have come to a close, I knew that the imprint she’d made on me would last a lifetime.