Learning To Serve
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One lonely Saturday night, Angie decides to use an internet dating sight to explore her darkest most secret desires. When she connects with a man named Steve, she embarks on night of servitude that opens her eyes to what has been missing in her life. Step inside Angie’s mind as she gives herself over to a man who seems to know her very thoughts, and guides her to down the road to becoming a true submissive.
This 5400 word steamy tale of domination and submission is intended for mature audiences who enjoy BDSM, bondage, domination, and a submissive who wants to do anything to please her new master.
Excerpt:
In honest
truth, I would have let him take me anywhere right then, and ravish my body in
anyway he desired so long as it ended with his body writhing on top of mine as
we came together. I wanted to be his, and the longer we talked the more I was
certain he offered what my directionless life needed. Someone to take the
reigns, point me in a direction, and keep me focused on a single task. The task
I hoped to be assigned was satisfying his magnificent body.
When we
parted ways about two hours later, my panties were already soaked in
anticipation, and my nipples threatened to push right through my bra and
blouse. His final words to me rang in my head for hours after I left him.
“The next
time we meet, you will be on your knees ready to serve my every desire. Don’t
contact me until you are ready for it.” He then leaned down and kissed my
forehead before he walked away, leaving me alone on the sidewalk to watch his
powerful confident stride disappear into the crowd.
He had
planted the seed inside me, one that quickly sprouted into an all-consuming
lust. By day my body went through the motions my job required, while my brain
ran through fantasy after fantasy of being his sex slave. At night, I nearly
wore out my favorite vibe in attempts to satisfy the lust that threatened to
over power me. It was of no use though, I had to feel his hands on my body, and
the harsh tug on my hair as he yanked my head back while taking me from behind.
To feel that body of solid muscle as it rammed into me again and again until
his hot load shot inside me. Yes I was ready, and it was time to act on it.
So there I
was, on my knees in only a red thong and red stilettos about to give myself to
a man I didn’t truly know. The mystery that enshrouded the man I now call
Master Steve, and the anticipation of being bound and helpless for the first
time in my life was overwhelming. And time did nothing to ease my feelings.
How long
had I been kneeling her on the floor? I truly couldn’t say, it felt like an
eternity, yet mere seconds at the same time.
