What started as an innocent fantasy, lingering in the darkest depths of my subconscious, only making its presence known through the vulnerability of my dreams, has now awoken something inside of me. Something so sinister yet sensual. Something which has now taken a life of its own. Something fighting to escape through every inch of my body, my soul, my mind. Leaving any fleeting chance that I had of repression behind as I come to the realization that I no longer have control. That I no longer need control. That I no longer want control. And that I welcome, with open arms, the submission that ensues.
I was instructed (to put it nicely) to chronicle the events that lead up to and later fostered this submersion into submission, and I plan to do just that, in great detail, as to both help myself relive this ongoing and ever-changing experience and to make an attempt as to somehow assess and analyze this submissive creature I’m becoming.
As this is just a mere introduction into the unknown that is my life, I am simply testing the waters with this post. Never have I written something in this tone nor documented my life in the first person for anyone, myself included, to read. So please bear with me and savor this as the appetizer for what is to come from further posts.
Yours truly,
A lost soul, finding herself submersing into the unchartered waters of submission
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/77h690/fm_submersing_myself_into_submission_the
Not cool, don’t leave us hanging like that.