Total Submission: Let’s Play My Favorite Game ♕

The sun had begun to set, casting long shadows along the walls of the bedroom.

 

Vicky heard the door close and the lock clicks, her heart beating faster in anticipation, still tired from the power slave domination session. His footsteps were heavy and sure as he walked towards her, and then he was before her, his towering figure seeming to fill the room. His eyes were dark and his chin was set in a stern expression, his mouth a sharp line. She felt her face flush, her skin prickling with the intensity of his gaze. He looked her up and down, appraising her body, and then stepped closer, his hands outstretched. She felt his fingers on her naked flesh, exploring her curves as if they were meant only for him. His touch was firm, but not unkind, as his hands moved over her body, exploring her. He then paused, taking a step back and looking her in the eyes, preparing for the total submission.

His voice was low and deep, his words a command.

He asked me to submit it. His tone was not pleading, but rather commanding, leaving no room for her to disobey. She felt the fear in her veins as she complied, her hands shaking as she crossed them behind her back. He then moved to her neck, his fingers tracing the contours of her skin as if he were trying to memorize every inch of her. He brought one hand up to her throat, his thumb gently stroking her as his other hand moved to her shoulder, pushing it down with total submission.

“You are my property now,” he said firmly. She shivered at the word, her body tensing as if it were a slap. He then moved his hand to her collarbone, his fingers now forming a circle around her throat. She felt the cool metal of the collar against her skin, and her breath caught in her throat. He used one hand to fasten it in the back and the other to hold her in place.

She felt completely exposed, completely vulnerable. Afraid of total submission.

His hands moved to her shoulders and then down her arms, his touch gentle as he tied her wrists to the bedpost. Her heart was racing as he finished, stepping back to observe his handiwork. He then moved to the bed, his hand lingering on the headboard as he looked at her with a kind of hunger in his eyes.

“You will stay here until I return,” he said. “You belong to me now, and you will obey my commands.” She nodded, her throat too dry to form words. The door clicked shut, and she was alone. She was left to feel the ache of her restraints, her mind spinning as she tried to process what had just happened. Had she willingly agreed to this? What did it mean to be a slave? Was she a pet now, or something more? She was beginning to understand the power of total submission, the fear and excitement it stirred within her. She had no way of knowing what was to come.

He smiled and said, “You have been a good girl. I am proud of you. Now, let’s see how well you can obey my orders.” And then proceeded to continue exploring every inch of my body with his hands and mouth, showing me what it meant to be totally submitted to someone else. She realized that submission was not about fear or pain, but about finding pleasure in the pleasure of another. She had been claimed by someone who could give her something no one else could and at that moment, she knew she would be his for as long as he wanted her to be. He smiled back at her, tenderly brushing a strand of hair from her face before standing up and walking out of the room.