BONDAGE | SUBMISSION | ILLUSTRATED STORY

Her submission is complete. In bondage she is merely a puppet for her master’s pleasure.

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Have you ever submitted to a stranger. Let an unknown person take control of your body, use it for whatever they desire? This is not about trust, this is about taking risks, about the adrenaline rush. Like the mountaineer scaling the unreachable peak or the skier racing down a near vertical run, it is the thrill of the challenge that ignites my soul.

He is sat in the darkness beyond the stage. All I can see is an outline of his form.

I am stripped for inspection, wearing only silky white underwear. He does not speak. A hand appears in the light, one finger pointing upwards as it waves in a slow circle. I turn and feel his eyes on me.

His finger points to the box beside me. I open the lid. Nestling on the top of the contents, glistening in the light, is a collar. It is a symbol of my submission. Whilst I wear it I am his, to command, to use for his pleasure. Subserving my own desires but serving them at the same time.

There is no hesitation. I take the collar from the box and clip it around my neck. Unhooking my bra, I drop it in the box, anxious to show my compliance.

He points again. There are more objects in the box. Long black gloves, which I pull on, and wristbands joined by a chain which I clip closed and pull tight.

At his command I turn around, displaying myself and then he speaks just one word.

“Panties.” His voice deep and firm.

I slip them down and drop them in the box beside my bra. My cunt is wet, my lips swollen as the excitement of my display starts to seep through me.

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