The Inner Workings of A Serial Submissive

Let’s see, what secrets should I divulge…..

1. I went to an orgy and for 3 1/2 hours never left the bed or was left alone in that bed. I was kept company by lots of guys and girls. Lots of firsts were checked off that night!

2. Saw a guy in a restaurant waiting for someone and as I walked up to his table to pass, he asked if I was Christie, the blind date that he was waiting for.  I said that I was and ended up having a one night stand.   Best sex ever, thanks for not showing up Christie!

3. I was having a particularly rough scene and my partner asked where my plug went.  Seems that my ass ate it during play.  I was thankfully able to go to the bathroom and dislodge it and all was well.  Yes, we kept playing, because I am a good sport like that!  

I received a very kind message in my inbox from a sub, telling me that she could help me find a Dom. I asked if I looked like I needed help, to which she replied a resounding “yes”.  🤨      

I began asking how she thought she could help me, and she quickly asked what other apps I have.  I asked if she could tell me what Doms would fit my needs and she told me that they were not to be found here, but in her community in Florida.   TRUSTing isn’t something that I do, so I have been asking many questions.  

She told me that the Doms in her community would travel to me once I spoke with her on a different app. I am TRUSTing that I am not the only one that thinks she is full of shit.  

We all love marks.   They symbolize ownership.  They remind us of whom we belong to.  The physical and emotional merge in that mark. 

The handprints left on my ass, so red against my pale skin, they are reminiscent of the sting that came with each smack.  Bent over and spanked makes me weak in the knees and wet in anticipation.

The paddle gives a fabulous slap! The cool leather has an altogether different feel….less personal and more down to business.   When slapped hard enough, you can read the word written in the paddle.   I love to see my temporary branding on me!

The flogger gives a thud and leaves me red in big patches.  All of my skin is flushed and sensitive for Your touch. It is perfect for longer play sessions.

Bite marks are savage and primal.  In the throes of passion, I beg to be devoured.   The bruises that are left behind give a delicious ache whenever anything brushes over them.

All are wonderful, but the one that stays the longest, is the one that causes so many mixed emotions.

The industrial size permanent black marker! That bad boy lasts for days and days and days! You write Your words across my body and mark me as Yours. I do love that part.  But…..the nurse in me can’t help but worry about what happens if I end up in the ER as a patient and everyone sees it?

  Maybe it’s the thrill of getting caught that I love the most.  😉

Pete stood there and just stared at me.  I knew that my face was beet red and I couldn’t stop fidgeting.  This was it, this was the moment I had been dreading. “So, let me get this straight, you want me to make a ‘sex chair’ for the workout room now?”, he all but growled at me when he finally spoke.  “Um….yep……whatcha think? Can you do it?” I asked sheepishly.  His eyes narrowed and he was quiet again for the longest time.  I was steadily getting pissed. “Forget it!”, I snapped at him as I turned to walk away.  His hand shot out and grabbed my arm. “Hey, don’t do that! Don’t start this and then walk away from me.”, his voice low and stearn. His face softened and turned quizzical. “Do you know exactly how you want it?”, he questioned.      “Yes.”, my only reply as I went to go get my drawings for him.

“Okay, we might as well get this conversation over with.” Pete said as he sat down across from me at the kitchen table.  I was bent over the sixth and hopefully last edit of my idea. I slowly looked up to meet his gaze.  “Okay, we might as well.”, I agreed, “You first.” He blew out a long breath and began his story of how he was first introduced into the lifestyle.  I was simply blown away!  

I found it ironic that Pete’s story was so similar to mine.  We had both always just known what we were and both wandered into this lifestyle many years ago.  We both found it best to keep it quiet since most in our quaint little town would not understand and frown on it.  Pete was currently without a partner, but was genuinely happy that I had found my perfect Dom and was more than willing to help me surprise him with a few items for the workout room,  accidentally turned into a playroom. He had brought a notebook with him and we poured over the diagrams and measurements of what he had in mind.  His ideas were much better than mine

We were down to the last day before Daddy was home and I was so excited. Pete had done an amazing job on the spanking bench.  It was less involved than most other types of furniture and since we were pressed for time, that was what we had decided to go with.  The room was light gray and the can lights were set on a dimmer so the lighting could fit the mood. A chandelier hung near the hook in the ceiling. There were two large cushy chairs covered in white velvet, sitting in front of an old mantle that I renovated. It had been in the pile of stuff left behind  and I painted it and Pete helped me haul it into the room. A modern electric  fireplace now filled the void in the hearth of the mantle. An old, soft area rug lay on the floor in front of it. The bones of the room were good and shelving would be added later on.  Daddy and I could add to it as we found the perfect playthings as we went along.

Pete climbed the basement stairs one last time and winked at me as he said his goodbyes.   “Better go down there and make sure it’s exactly how you want it.”,  he called out as the door quietly closed.  Alone in the house, I couldn’t contain myself any more and had to rush down to look at my beautiful and accidental playroom again.  My eyes were immediately drawn to the silver chain that now hung from the eye hook. I crossed to the center of the room to read the note attached.    “Have fun” were the only words.   

I patiently waited on my knees at the appointed time of Daddy’s arrival home.  I couldn't wait to show him my surprise.  I hoped that he would approve. The door opened and before I could even speak, Daddy scooped me up and bear hugged me.  When he finally put me down, he requested that I kneel again and close my eyes. "I have a gift for you, baby girl.", he said as I felt the smooth leather collar circle my neck. A collar of my very own! My heart sang! 

"I have a gift for you too, Daddy!”

“I’m sorry Daddy” is a terrible response to the constant situation, but I really was sorry. I really was sorry that I forgot to charge my wand again.  I know that You want to use it during our play sessions and I do love it so when You touch me and tease me with it.   

You didn’t act irritated at all when You replied back  with “it’s okay babygirl”. It seemed so benign, that I didn’t think any more of it. Time passed and the infraction was forgotten, or so I thought.

Today I got a message from You with some extra tasks, since I have the day off.  As  I scanned the list, they all looked typical, except the last one.  It simply stated that I am to play with my wand and I can cum, but I must stop playing all together if and when the wand dies.

Hot damn! I get to play! I rushed to the bedroom to start ticking tasks off the list and I am going to start with the last one first! I quickly strip out of my clothes and lay down on our bed. I grab the wand and it hits me, how charged is this thing? When was the last time I took the time to charge up my toy? 

I breathe a sigh of relief when the wand comes to life with the push of a button.  Within moments I am slick and needy as I rock my hips into the vibration. I am close, so close, as the wand begins to slow. Desperation hits as I realize that I might not be able to cum before it dies….and the race is on!

This just smacks of the beginning of every alien movie that happens on Earth…..

welp, it was nice knowin’ ya!   😳

Gotta love a challenge!

Thanks Jack.  I normally show my ass by accident.  Now I have been challenged too.  😁

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Being in a dynamic is a double edged sword.  It has such amazing highs in the beginning and the lows in the end can be crippling. It is both heaven and hell.

HAPPY is what I choose and until that changes…..heaven is closed and hell’s overcrowded, so I think I’ll just stay where I am.

 No one says it better than Willie!

Let’s burn one for those still livin’ in hell

Let’s burn one for those who think their in heaven

And anyone stuck in between

I have time on my hands since I can’t work today or the weekend after a car accident yesterday.  I figure this calls for some self-care.

I am stiff and sore and already bored out of my mind, so….WHERE DO I BEGIN?