The Submissive

There she was, what appeared to be the perfect little submissive I came across while scrolling through FetLife. She had a quite innocent little face, and a nice delicate little frame. She would be the perfect little pet (a submissive that can be properly trained to live in the moment and aware of her emotional experiences while being an obedient and decent submissive), I thought to myself. We started communicating until we finally met. It took a while before we met physically, but when we did, she was the complete opposite of what I accept from any submissive or any interaction from a human.

She had her own way, did not know how to gracefully accept a compliment, she was a complete brat. So, interaction was painful at first, and being that she had already communicated that she already had a dominant, I was not in a position to punish and correct her in the way she deserved to be. So yeah, interactions were painful, as that one thing was lacking for me to take her submission in my control and that is her consent.

We maintained a platonic connection with conversations relating to BDSM and live advice and guidance and over time, here submissiveness was finally starting to surface as she begun to relax and be woman. But I was in no rush, as I maintained in my mind’s eye her consensually submitting her submission when she is ready (I called it Project Silina). Months passed when she finally said that she would give me a day of her submission. However, there were so many rules that I had to keep in mind for her not to break on her end. But I welcomed the challenge. As I just wanted to give her a taste of what releasing her control and herself freely while being dominated yet being completely safe.

We agreed on a day that she would come over and that day came. I asked her to make herself comfortable as she seemed a bit emotionally charged from her own life experiences and my aim is to make her forget all negative emotions in her past and be positively emotionally present. She had promised to wear a dress the next time we met, so she had taken the dress in her bag and told me she was going to put it on. She then gave me a option “Bra or No Bra”, to which I expressed to her that is not much of an option. But no bra was my decision, and then I instructed her to undress in front of me. To which she exhibited shyness and reluctancy.

Now, as I said. I wanted her to consensually submit her submission to me. So, I did not force the issue, as I allowed her to go and change. When she came back, I admired her nice little frame in the dress she was wearing and admired my reward of her not wearing a bra. We then started building some spliff as we engaged in conversation. While we spoke, I dominated her mind in what I accept and do not accept. As I have been traversing within the rules of what she is allowed and not allowed to do. And today, I my day to let her Feel and experience what she didn’t even know that she was missing.

Untamed as she was, I was looking forward to having her full consensual submission. So, during the communication she did something that displeased me. As she interrupted me allowing me to lose my chain of thought. So, I decided to bring it to her attention with the aid of touch. So, I stepped towards her as I watched her watching me with a deep breath. I gripped her throat and lifted her to her feet. I placed her hands on the counter as I positioned her for a spank. I started off with spanking her right ass cheek then divided the spanks with the other.

With every spank, I savored the feeling of her reactions and the feeling of impact as my hand hits her ass. I watched as her breath deepens with her eyes closed, with every spank she extended her ass as if to say “Yes daddy. More!”. And there it was, the door opening and releasing her submission. I took my time in spanking her, building up her emotional arousal then I stopped. I watched as she came back to the present moment with a look of innocence and shyness washing over her face.

I then directed back our conversation to where we left off while I allowed her to experience the feelings that she was going through. I wanted to make her think about things she is not supposed to do and make her want to do them. Just to play with and push her limits to the very limit just to pull away again. “Today, she is my pet, and I am going to treat her as such” I thought to myself. Somewhere in our conversation I felt the urge to see her reaction once more. I wanted to break down every barrier but not crossing them.

While we are still engaged in conversation, she got so lost in it and said “dawg”, as if she was on the street speaking to one of her casual friends. I immediately stopped her, brought her attention to her Misconduct to which she quickly realized and apologized “I am sorry Sir”. I stretched my hands forth to which she planted her sweet little face in my palm, closed her eyes and soothed within her feelings. This made me instantly wanted to have her moan without being fucked, as her reactions kept crossing my mind. So as she sat, I started exploring her with more touch.

I trailed my fingers across her skin, to which she shivered to the sensations. I continued with the sensations while I enjoyed her reactions. I then gripped her throat and whispered something in her ear, teasing her with my tongue and nibbling on her ear lobes. This specific action seemed to get her weak as she begun to move and fidget to the sensation. I held her throat just a little bit tighter, as I felt her between my hands as she struggled to breathe. I felt as her veins pulsate, her attempted gulps to get oxygen but I would not let her.

I watched as her eyes began to close, her hands fell at her side as they begun to seem lifeless. Then, and only then when I thought she should breathe, I released her then placed some decent slap across her face to jolt her back to consciousness, as if to say “Wake the fuck up. I am not finished with you yet”. It was as if each slap across her face gave her back life, and I fucking love it!

For months, she was untouchable with all her restrictions. But finally, within this moment, she is mine and I was going to ensure she knew it. I continued my touches, now exploring her entire body. From her neck to in between her thighs. I played with her body as if I was playing the string on a violin, to which her body danced to every stroke.

I then went back to choking her, but this time I added a bit of intensity from the last. Interchanging my grip around her throat with some slaps across her face was so pleasing. She has a pretty little face that seems too pretty to be slapped, and that why I loved it, I love slapping the shit out of her just to care for her after. I continued choking her until her entire body felt light in my hands and then I released. Her entire body now began to convulse as she seemed to be grasping for breath. I counted her convulsion at a total of five and I held her in my arms reassuring her that she is safe as I gave her some slaps across her face.

When she finally regained her state of normalcy, she asked “What was that?” “What did you just do?” as I laughed at her reaction. Then she said “DO IT AGAIN”. Lol to which I replied “You only get one for today.” I broke the scene so that she could savor her own emotions and feelings being felt in the moment as we had a conversation about it. As I watched as the conversation got her down back to a relaxing state, I again wanted to push her limits to having her doing things she is not supposed to do.

So I once more begun to spank her, but this time I lifted up her dress as I wanted to spank her bare ass. I rubbed, massaged and slapped each ass cheek while sliding my hands between her thighs. Then I discovered she was soaking wet in her panties. So between spanks, holding her throat, nibbling on her ears and playing with her pussy she started to beg me to finger fuck her.

But I was in no rush, I was the one in charge. I affirmed how wet and good her pussy was feeling and have her lick her own juices from my fingers. Watching and feeling as she sucked my fingers, my dick so hard as I was envisioning her sucking and chocking on my choke. But knowing that I would be crossing her limits if I acted on those thoughts, I just whispered in her ears exactly what I was thinking then bent her over.

I then release my rock-hard cock from my pants and use it to slap her on her ass. I watched as she reacted to the feeling of my rack hard cock slaps against her ass. I then slipped it between her legs and watched as she wined and gyrated backwards on it. I ensure to at times positioned it at the entrance at her pussy, just having the only barrier between us was her panties. She moaned and trembled to the feeling of it pressed against her pussy, as her whole body was screaming “Please FUCK ME SIR!”.

I then listed her up and her laying down and then I began to finger fuck her. I had her wetness and creamed all over my fingers just to have her suck it off then finger fuck ger some more. With my dick still being hard and out of my pants, I pulled her hair towards me then slapped her across her face with my dick. I slapped her on both cheeks then glided my dick across her lips. I watched as she opened her mouth just for me to slip it in, and though very tempted, I regained control in just sliding it across her lips and slapping it across her face.

I continued to finger fuck her for a while, as I pinned her down and assault her pussy enjoying her wetness. I watched as her reactions got intense, her pussy gripping my fingers as she moaned. Then I relaxed my fingers, allowing her to catch back her breath. At this point, I was just watching her reactions and affirming to that she should not hold back her feelings and the emotions she is experiencing. It was now getting late, so I knew I had to let her leave. Even though every fiber of my being wanted to fuck the living hell out of her in the most disrespectful way, RESPECTFULLY.

But I remained in control, I had her freshen up while I called her cab for her to go home.