First time submission Stories

As the reality of the night ahead settled in, I could not help but feel a mix of fear and excitement. "Auntie," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, "what if it hurts?" Aunt Neelima leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. "It might," she admitted, "but only for a moment. The pleasure that follows is unlike anything you have ever felt. And remember, I will be with you. I will make sure he is as gentle as...

It’s been three weeks. Three weeks since I let myself fall apart in that shop, in front of a stranger. I thought I’d get over it. I thought the fire would burn out, that the hunger would fade. But it didn’t. Nights are the worst. That’s when it hits hardest. When I’m alone in my bed, too quiet, and the heat inside me starts waking up. The memory of what happened in Zorba’s hits me like a hard slap. The way I felt when I t...

Most people who know me would not consider me submissive. I don’t really consider myself a submissive. In spite of this, four years ago I did find myself at the end of a leash, wearing only a collar, being led around like a dog as I crawled on my hands and knees. Looking back on those days I realize that this was the result of a perfect confluence of circumstances. Had the timing not been what it was, those days would hav...

The Initiation - Chapter 1: The Invitation The golden envelope felt heavy in her hands, its elegant cursive lettering spelling out her name: Evelyn Carter. She ran her fingers over the embossed seal, shaped like an intricate key. The invitation had arrived without explanation, slipped under her apartment door in the middle of the night. She should have been suspicious. Any normal woman would have been. But Evelyn wasn't n...

The most frustrating thing of all, is that I don't even know if I actually want him or if it’s the fantasy he’s become in my head. He's arrogant, full of himself, cunty, and maybe it's all a front, maybe he's as insecure as the rest of us, but somehow I doubt it. He's hot and he's good and he knows it. I hate that I want him so much. Hate that every time I see him my stomach goes, a twisting anxiousness that can last for...