You want proof that I am a willing partner in your desires....that I desire to push the envelope..... to have visible symbols to show the world.

We start with the cuffs and the waiting, the blindfold and the darkened room....the leather sofa...no soft fabric here.....I am moving to a higher level.

I know there will be pain.....what I don't know is if it will be mental or physical...but it will never be more than I can stand, or want and will be what I ache and beg for....

I quiver gently, the shudders just below the surface. My nipples already hard, my clit pulsing... hoping the wait won't be too long, but knowing that the waiting can be as delicious as what happens after....

I'm getting much closer to total humiliation... I long to be restrained to show that I have handed over 100% control to you.... so other people know that is what I have done and will look only to you for permission to use me.

The urge to beg, to plead, to please is becoming instinctive now...... it has the power to soak me whatever the scenario.

It seems each time I reach a plateau and think that is as far as I will go, another incident or happening pushes me even higher.......

You have made an appointment for some pictures of me for your briefcase. We arrive at the studio and I'm reassured that it is a professional set-up.

You sit in a comfortable chair behind the cameras and lights; I can see you.

You have explained that you want shots with my shoulders bare, so at the photographer's suggestion I have left my bra in the changing room and come out with a piece of dark green velvet fabric swathed around my body.

The photographer fusses, fiddling with my hair. He manages to brush his fingers down my neck and across the top of my breasts

I sit on the chaise and wait for him to finish; I glance at you and smile in response to yours.

The picture taking starts and I strike several poses following instructions, standing and stretching, sitting and then lying on the chaise. Following orders the poses get increasingly wanton, my head back, my hips arched, my legs apart. I enjoy this, safely covered but aroused, understanding that you will know what I look like under the fabric - showing myself to you - a delicious pastime.

You nod to the photographer and he approaches me suggesting that I drop the fabric to my waist for some tasteful topless shots. He slides his fingers across the top of my breasts as he releases the fabric, this makes me shiver as I'm quite aroused now and my skin is very sensitive. He takes more shots, requesting me to hold my breasts and touch my nipples. I comply, putting my head back and closing my eyes, the sensation is wonderful, my nipples harden and my breasts swell.
He tells me to open my eyes and look into the camera and carry on stroking. This makes me shudder as it brings home that you are watching me perform for him.

I'm aware from the edge of my vision that you are nodding at some request from him. He approaches me again and now explains this is time for the more explicit poses. He tells me to stand up and he unwinds the fabric, leaving me standing in my closely fitting silk knickers. His eyes rake my body and he smiles as they reach my mound, there is a damp patch visible; he reaches across and gently caresses the area. I shudder and look at you, you smile and nod so I stand still. This is a test of my obedience. I want to move, but I want to please you more.

He takes more pictures, recording my arousal, revealed through increasingly abandoned positions. Then he stands back looking down on me lying on the chaise.

"Remove your knickers," he says and I do as he says, immediately.

He takes several shots from the camera on the tripod and then kneels by the chaise. He reaches out and caresses my inner thigh with a finger tip. He whispers, "Do you want to cum?" I nod, not trusting my voice. My thighs are soaked, my clit protrudes, I shudder at his voice.

"Do you want me to record your orgasm?" he asks. I nod again, so aroused now I want you to see me cum, I want him to take pictures of me cumming.

I writhe and shudder as he runs his fingers up my thighs to my slit. "Cum on my hand now," he whispers as he pinches and strokes my clit.

I arch and scream as I hurtle over the edge; jolting and squirting over his hands under your gaze. You smile at me as I cum for you.

Trussed and Trust

The fat rope encircles my waist, you are holding me firmly in front of a group of people. My eyes are closed, I don't want to see them watching me, but I'm so aroused by the fact that they are.

You kneel over me, your hard cock close to my face... your knees either side of my breasts

"Open your eyes," you say...

As I do so you brush your cock across my lips, the pre-cum making it slide easily across my mouth. You slide the rope up my back and over my shoulder. You hold the rope and push your cock between my lips and down into my throat. By arching my neck and tipping my head I can take your cock in very deeply; you pull on the rope as you thrust it into my mouth.

As you thrust you talk to me, reminding me of the people watching, reminding me I can't reach to touch myself.

"Do you want someone to stroke you?" you ask, "do you need to be touched? You know what that means, don't you?"

I moan around your hot shaft, my eyes pleading with yours. You pull back your cock, "Say it then..... tell me what you want....."

I gasp, "Please, tell them to touch me, tell them to stroke me, tell them to finger fuck me.......tell them to do what they want......what you want........please......."

You smile as I writhe, sucking harder, arching up towards you as I get more and more excited, my legs spread wide, the wetness acting as a magnet for the touchers, lickers and fuckers........

We stopped on the bottom level of the multi-storey carpark. You chose a bay just under a security camera, near the attendant’s office. It was shadowy but not completely dark.

I shivered, I knew what was coming, what I was expected to do.

Under my full length, pure wool, overcoat I only wore underwear and stilettos. White sheer silk French knickers with lacy frills, matching hold up stockings and a balconet bra that framed rather than hid my breasts.

You helped me out of the car and led me around to the front and pushed me back slightly so I was leaning against the still warm bonnet. You kissed me deeply and squeezed my throat gently; then as you walked away you nudged the wing and the car’s alarm went off.

The car vibrated and I shivered again; would anybody hear, would anybody see, would anybody come to investigate? Then I heard a shout and saw an approaching torch beam. Suddenly the beam caught me and I was held like a deer in the headlights. Knowing I was seen but not able to see galvanised my arousal. I undid the buttons of the coat and slid the shoulders down my arms a little way, so the dark fabric contrasted against my skin. The light reflected off my skin as I arched my back and ran my hands over my breasts, I wanted to show him how beautiful I was, how aroused. My nipples were rock hard as I ran my hands over them; my slit oozed juice as I pulled the fabric tight.

I heard a kind of growly sound, the noise you sometimes make in your throat when you want to fuck me. This set me off…I whispered, “Fuck me, please fuck me!” and let the coat slide to the floor as I leaned further back over the bonnet and spread my legs.

I closed my eyes and felt a hand on my shoulder and another between my legs, tearing off my knickers. I shuddered and moaned as I was flipped over and bent over the bonnet.

I felt pressure on my slit as he pushed his cock just inside my vagina. He paused and groaned as my muscles contracted against the hot head. I pictured you looking at me and imagined I was a butterfly being pinned to a board, his cock thrusting me against the bonnet. I knew this image would be hardening your cock as you softly stroked it while watching me.
This is turn aroused me still further, I arched my back and thrust myself backwards deeper onto his cock.
“I want to cum, make me cum,” I begged.
His response was to thrust harder and slide his hand around my hips under my slit. His movements pushed my clit against his hand and I hit top dead centre and squealed as my vaginal muscles jolted and contacted against his cock. A couple of thrusts more and I collapsed shuddering and twitching on the bonnet, juice squirting everywhere. I felt him withdraw and move away and then you were there. You gently turned me over and wrapped me in my coat. I could sense your arousal and I whimpered, I was ready to be taken again….. and you took me to heaven, in that carpark…there and then….

Increasingly I find shafts of light in understanding my submissiveness. This image shows how I feel right now.

A solid silver bangle shows how I’m shackled by my sexuality to behaving submissively. It is a constant reminder, as if I needed one….. it bangs on the shower door when I reach for the soap, it feels warm to the touch if my other hand brushes my wrist when I pull down my sleeve.

I see men noticing it and then they seem to look at me speculatively; women just smile knowingly and I smile back. They will know, if they are as deeply submissive as I, that any dominant person regardless of their gender will have the trigger to control me.

And what I can be controlled to do seems to be getting more natural…. I don’t need to be made to do anything anymore… I seem to want to ……. It seems that I might be initiating things….. but I can’t be…. that’s not how submissiveness works.

So the impetus for me comes from a thought, a wish, a remark, a comment……

The latest idea….. I’m in a wine bar, sitting on a high stool, chatting to the person serving. I’m sipping a glass of cold white wine. A palm brushes my throat from behind and I’m drawn back into your body. I lean back against you, knowing you will balance me

You breathe in my ear as you cup my throat in your hand. You whisper, “Relax!” and I lean further into your chest, completely surrendering my support to you.
You run your other hand up my thigh and my legs drift apart as the sensation communicates itself to my core. The wrap around skirt I’m wearing parts and the two sides drop away to reveal my legs and knickers. There is a rustle of interest around us as people notice what I’m revealing and whisper to draw others’ attention.

You slip your fingers under the elastic of my knickers and run the tips along the exposed flesh of my tummy. My legs spread further, this is such a delicious feeling. You gently reach down and pull aside my knickers to reveal my sex. I see people looking and this makes me shudder and shudder and moan.
“Taste yourself,” you whisper. I slip two fingers fully into my slit and put them, dripping, into my mouth. There is a buzz of anticipation and that pushes me further towards the edge.

I murmur, “Please, please?” You grip my throat a little more firmly and that is the answer to my request. I groan and arch my hips up to meet my fingers. I rub my clit, slowly at first and then faster, spurred on by the gathering crowd of spectators, inching ever closer.

You hold me firmly as I shudder and jolt, making sure I stay on the stool. You kiss me softly behind the ear and this finally helps me cum. I whimper as my orgasm hits and the juice floods out onto the seat between my legs.

As the shudders lessen you swing my seat around and enfold me in your arms and gentle me to your chest. I shiver and burrow closer, safe and released at last.

We are out for the evening and just before we go into the bar you stop. We pause in a doorway and you slip your hand around my throat. Your hand grips me firmly but my airflow is not impeded.

I breathe faster; you can feel this as I’m being held against you. You whisper a question in my ear, “How do you feel?”

Before I can answer I am overwhelmed with emotion, I shiver and tears roll down my cheeks.

I sob my answer, “Safe, I feel so safe….”

And then I shudder and groan.. I have been hit by the most amazing arousal and my knickers are instantly soaked. I arch back against you .

You whisper again, “Yes, feel it, go with it…….”



…………………..Being submissive is a mind blowing roller coaster ride