Obsessed with Submission: A BDSM Tale

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As I entered the dimly lit dungeon, the sound of a woman’s moans echoed in my ears. I was there to explore my obsession with submission and the world of BDSM. I had all the time been drawn to the idea of being dominated, controlled, and brought to the brink of pleasure and pain.

I scanned the room filled with all sorts of kinky paraphernalia and spotted my mistress, dressed in black leather, and wielding a whip. She beckoned me over with a flick of her wrist and I slowly made my way towards her, my heart racing with anticipation.

She tied me up to a wooden cross and began to stroke me, her hands barely touching my skin. The anticipation was unbearable, and I felt my excitement growing with every passing moment.

She then started to tease me with a feather tickler, and I found myself squirming and writhing in sensory overload. The contrast between her gentle touch and the sharp sting of the whip sent shivers down my spine.

She then commanded me to kneel before her and lowered her body onto mine. I could feel the heat of her skin and the power of her presence. As she began to dominate me with her weight, I surrendered myself to her in ecstasy.

She then whispered in my ear, “You are mine to do with as I please,” and I felt a surge of pleasure course through my body. My obsession with submission had finally found its perfect outlet, and I knew that I would never be able to satisfy my desire for her domination.

I was lost in a world of BDSM pleasure and pain, and as my mistress continued to explore my desires, I realized that I was completely and utterly obsessed with submission. It was a feeling that would stay with me forever, and one that I would indulge in every chance I got.
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