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I’ve struggled with my confidence for the longest time, something that I’m sure many other girls can relate to. For as long as I could remember, I’ve let others run everything in my life. Maybe it was because of the way I looked.
Even at 26, I was smaller than the average woman, petite and thin. I had just enough curves to be correctly identified as an adult woman, but not enough to compare to others my age, nor to attract the male gaze. I was far from the féminin ideal. Men passed by me daily and women weren’t threatened by my presence.
At the very least, I’d been with a few men before, so I wasn’t totally inexperienced with the other gender. Though, it had been nothing more than flings and hookups.
That much, though it hurt me to no end, I could deal with.
What I could not deal with, was my lack of confidence and general urgency over my actions. At times I felt more like a third-party passenger than an actual person. I’d let others decide things about me that they should have no agency over, without ever being able to muster any pushback. Yeah, I was that bad.
I ended up in a relatively comfortable position in life but through none of my own actions.
My weak disposition frustrated me to no end. It would not be an understatement to say that it made me hate myself. I hated being the poor little girl who could never speak her mind. I hated the feeling of having words caught in my throat every time I tried to speak my mind. And most of all, I hated the persistent indecisiveness that plagued my mind.
After years of being like this, I could barely stomach the person I’d become.
It all came to head one day. And I lay in my bed, my face covered in tears. My eyes stung and my heart ached. It felt like a hand was compressing my chest. I felt so overwhelmed, so exhausted, and most of all, frustrated at both myself and the world. I hated the person I’d become and I hated the world for making me turn out to be this way. I truly did not want to spend another day as this kind of person.
So, I resolved to end it all today.
My life of weakness and misery would end today.
I reached for my laptop on the nightstand and dedicated the next few hours to finding an answer. Most of the advice I stumbled upon was things I’d already tried, but I kept my head down and continued to push through.
My eyes still stung, but determination filled my spirit. I was already off to a good start.
After some time, I stumbled on a page claiming to have the secret to creating confidence. I recognize the author of the blog as a famous Professor, so I excitedly clicked on the link and prepared myself to be cured of my sickness.
The contents of the page were very much out there. The page was covered in black and white erotic images, while the text portion occupied only a small portion of the screen. The well-known Professor Barbara Keesling wrote about the many ways of acquiring confidence as a woman. One of which was to become sexually submissive.
She went on to state that dominance is transitive and thus must come from somewhere. In the case of women with few sexual partners, they would need to become sexually submissive to become more dominant in their daily life. She made the comparison to the alchemical process, it was all about an equivalent exchange in a sense.
The very idea sounded insane to me and I was ready to stop my research for the night. But, a part of my brain, the same part that was touched starved, lonely, and craved male validation and attention, was intrigued by it.
In the end, I decided that it wouldn’t be so bad to at least try it out. That night the thought of doing the deed with a stranger had been strangely appealing. I hadn’t been with a man in quite a while and there was only so much I could do on my own.
In any case, whether the idea worked or not, my night would end better than it had started.
I quickly glanced over at the time on my phone, it was well past 1 am. I jumped up and in a record amount of time, I’d cleaned the smeared makeup off my face and had found an attractive outfit to wear.
A black dress that stopped at mid-thigh, and left the top part of my back exposed. I had to go without a bra to properly pull off the dress. I pulled my brown hair out of its ponytail and let it fall to my mid-back. I top off the outfit with a pair of black heels, that added some much-needed height to my small stature. In the end, I decided to forgo redoing my make-up, opting to head out as fast as possible.
Once my preparations were complete, I headed for the streets.
I used my phone to get a cab and headed toward one of the many clubs in the downtown area. I arrived a bit past the closing time, but not late enough that no one would be there.
The edge of the crowd proved to be a good scouting spot and I observed the hoards of lonely men leaving the clubs alone. I just needed to find a guy that was hot enough, that was my only criteria for tonight. I’d put up with anything for the sake of becoming more confident. Even putting up with an asshole guy was a small price to pay.
Eventually, I spotted a tall man slowly making his way out of the crowd. His jaw was square and his cheekbones were high, and I almost wondered how such a handsome guy could be going home alone.
The reason was quickly made apparent, as I watched him leer at the girls around him with a visible hunger in his eye. His eyes alone made his intentions very explicit, something that seemed to put off the girls around him. This was exactly what I needed, a hyper-sexual guy, that seemed to have very little self-restraint.
I watched him leave the crowd and followed him from a distance. When he was far enough from the horde of people, I made my move. I walked up to him and pretended to bump into him. His hungry gaze turned towards me and I knew that I could no longer take this back. I was now in the lion’s den.
“You headin’ home?” he asked.
“D-depends if you are,”
His smile was charming, and it would have made my heart swoon if they’re hadn’t been a dark glint in his eyes. This guy was bad news, but he was just what I needed for tonight.
“Then you can come chill at mine,”
I nodded meekly and started to walk near him. He wasted no time wrapping his arm around my shoulder and I felt goosebumps when I felt his fingers glide over my bare skin.
I had to push down my urge to run away.
I had to be completely submissive tonight, so I swallowed the bile rising in my throat and leaned into his side. He said nothing, but from the way his hand move down to my breasts and squeeze them he seemed to think it was the right move.
We walked in silence as he continued his odd attempt at foreplay. Though to his credit, my nipples were hard and my pussy was starting to stain my panties.
By the time we reached his apartment, a nice high-rise residential building, my face was tinted red. My heart was pounding in my ears as we made our way up the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, he pushed me into the glass mirror and proceeded to shove his tongue into my mouth. I accepted his tongue into my mouth and had to put up with him shoving it down my throat. His hands groped and slapped my ass, only stopping when he heard the ding of the elevator.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to a door on the far side of the hall. My breath quickened as he fumbled for his keys. I knew what was about to happen and though this guy gave me the ick, I could only hope I would enjoy it, or that the advice I was given would be true, though at this point it felt secondary.
His door opened with a soft click and the next thing I knew I was pulled inside and he went back to kissing me. Though this time, he grabbed me by my ass and hoisted me up into the air. I had to wrap my hands around his neck to stop myself from falling. We eventually arrived to his room and he dropped me onto his bed.
“Strip,” he commanded and I hurriedly did as I was told. My black dress slipped off my frame revealing my perky nipples and my height dropped by several inches when I tossed off my heels. It went unsaid that my panties held a bit of my wetness.
I watched with rapt attention as the stranger stripped. His shirt came off to reveal a muscular but thin physique. He had the most shredded abs I’d ever seen and his flaccid penis was the size of all of the erect one’s I’d seen.
God, if this guy wasn’t such a creep he’d make for the perfect piece of eye candy.
His cock swung as he approached me and I had to remind myself that I swore to submit to him. No matter what he would do to me, I would have no objections. I would let him defile my body, all in the name of confidence.
I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to put a hand on me, mold me, and turn me into whatever he wanted me to be. I was fully prepared to be used only for his pleasure, to be no better than a sex doll, if only for the night.
He placed his thick cock on my lips, and I wasted no time in taking him in my throat. I felt his cock harden inside my mouth and soon it was too big for me to fully take it in. I felt him going too far, but I did my best to take him as far as I could, even as I gagged on his cock. I loosened up my throat and forced myself to breathe through my nose.
He continued to fuck my throat and I did nothing to dissuade him. The sound of his cum covered cock fucking my esophagus filled the room.
I felt disgusted, I hated the feeling of him forcing his length inside my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to push him away and take a fresh breath. No, what I really wanted was to call this off and head home to cry under my weighted blanket. But, I couldn’t do that. Not when my confidence was on the line. So I remained wholly submissive to the stranger and played to his whims.
After some time, I got used to the feeling of his cock stretching my jaw, his smooth balls bouncing on my chin, and his large hand holding the back of my head while he pulled onto my hair.
The comfort was short-lived.
He started to increase his speed and I could barely hang on to the contents of my stomach as he forced himself as deep as he could go. I could barely breathe and on top of that, his precum was forcing its way through my nose, mixing with my snot. Tears streaked down my face and I was glad I had decided to forego the makeup.
“I’m gonna cum, swallow it like a good little slut,” he growled.
That was the only warning I got before he shove himself as far as he could down my throat. I gagged again and had to swallow my bile, as his cum flooded my mouth. His semen came out in a smooth never ending jet. I swallowed as much as I could, desperate to not let any out, but eventually, it was too much for me to hand and I choked. I struggled for air and trying to breathe proved to be a massive mistake as the cum flooded my airways and shot out through my nose.
I was choking and there was nothing I could do to get away from it. The stranger continued to cum in my mouth and time seemed to slow. My eyes went wide as more and more cum forced itself inside me. I briefly wondered if I’d die drowning in his cum.
Fortunately for me, he stopped before I could get to that point. He pulled my head off his cock, perhaps as a small act of mercy, and I coughed out lung-fulls of cum. I struggled to catch my breath, my heart was pounding and I felt light-headed. My throat throbbed.
“Good girl,”
I could barely focus at that point, but I could feel the satisfaction radiating off of him.
I felt gross. Snot, cum, and tears covered my face. The acrid taste in my mouth was strong enough that I felt like gagging with every breath I took, something which only serve to exacerbate my current state. This was not how I’d imagined my night going, but I’d signed up for this. I was the one that had decided to submit myself to the whims of a total stranger and I was committed enough to see it through.
While I caught my breath, the stranger sat behind me. He hugged my petite body, and his still erect cock pressed into my back. I focused on my breath and let him do as he pleased. His large hands grabbed at my breasts and he pinched and pulled at my nipples. The stimulation sent ripples of warmth through me, a comfort I desperately needed at the moment.
After a few minutes of such comfort, my breath finally slowed and my heart stopped hammering. I relaxed into the stranger’s chest and he took it as a sign to continue.
One of his hands found its way between my legs, and I spread myself wider to accommodate him. His fingers teased the outside of my vagina, picking up some of the wetness that lay on its outside. His fingers moved with the grace of someone with a good amount of experience. He played on the edge of my labia and moved up to tease my clit every so often.
I was filled with warmth and I felt a sort of twisted comfort in this situation. I stopped suppressing my voice and let out soft hums. Judging from the way his dick throbbed, I’m sure the stranger enjoyed hearing them.
His hand gyrated across the surface of my pussy, slowly becoming slicker and slicker as I covered him in my juices. He eventually sped up his movements, and I felt his hand press onto my clit. I throbbed against him and he quickened his pace. I barely lasted a minute, before I felt an orgasm coming on.
I savored the pleasurable flow of neurotransmitters and chemicals flowing through my system. The high I felt made me a bit more numb to the situation. Though my body shook and my pussy throbbed, I climaxed in silence. Judging from the fact that the stranger hadn’t slowed down, I assume that he had not noticed.
He continued at the same pace for longer than I thought was possible and I came repeatedly. Each one of my orgasms was just as pleasurable as the last. I supposed I was lucky to be the sort of woman that was not too sensitive after coming, if not, I’m sure that it would have caused me a great deal of torture to be held down by an attractive and be forced to orgasm over and over again by the skills of his fingers.
I lost track of how long stayed in his embrace, with his fingers pressed up to my vulva, the stranger finally let me go. He stood up and pushed me down so that my butt was barely hanging off the edge of the bed. His large cock throbbed and I wondered if it would even fit inside me.
I quickly had my answer when he lowered his thick length and plunged inside me in a swift movement. My voice cracked, halfway between a cry and a moan. I felt his cock stretch out my vagina as he eased himself inside me.
Even with how wet I was, and how many times I’d cum before, I still felt like he’d stuck his penis inside me with no prior foreplay. I strangely wondered how much pain I’d be in if he’d started with that.
My insides throbbed, in both pain and pleasure as I accommodated him inside me. Eventually, he bottomed out and I felt his balls rest on my pussy.
I did my best to not squirm under him as he proceeded to move. His thick cock spread my walls thin and press onto all of my sensitive spots. My voice came out in brief moans each time he slid his cock inside me. The pressure I felt in my vagina warned me of an incoming orgasm and this time the stranger was sure to have taken note as my pussy tightened and spazzed around his cock.
My orgasm lasted for a minute and even after it stopped my mind was still filled with bliss. I could no longer control myself, that much I was sure of. My body had fully submitted to his whims.
“You good, to go again?” The stranger asked.
“Yes,” I said weakly and It was impossible to miss the way my broken voice excited him.
The stranger fucked me all night, with no regard for what either of us had to do in the morning. He was a beast that needed no rest and I was his slut, at least for the night. He molded my body into all sorts of positions and turned me into a glorified fuck-doll. He used my body as he pleased and he came inside me so many times I wondered how he could even keep going. The time between each one of his ejaculations increased each time he discharged a load of his hot semen inside my pussy.
And while he had a refractory period, he passed the time by shoving his fingers into my pussy and while he played with my clit.
Our marathon lasted until sunrise. The light streaming through the curtains was his cue to stop.
“Shit, lost track of time,”
I nodded weakly, my pleasure-filled mind was slow to recover.
“You can take a shower here before heading home,”
“Thank you,” I said, my voice cracked and broken. The stranger’s eyes glinted, and his cock throbbed again. I waited for him to continue where we left off, but he made no move to do so.
I could barely stand, and I was sure that the soreness would overtake me as soon as I fell asleep. I waddle to my pile of strewn-about clothing and collected them before heading to the shower.
The hot water washed over me and soothed my muscles and my mind. I collected my thoughts as I washed myself of the residue of the last few hours. I pushed out as much of the come lodged inside my pussy and though I was on birth control, I made a mental note to head to the pharmacy to grab a plan B.
By the time I was out of the shower, my thoughts were clear. They were clearer than they’d ever been in my entire life.
I caught my reflection in the mirror as I stepped out of the shower.
I’d done it, I’d fully submitted to a man. The experience had felt more humiliating and dehumanizing than anything I had ever imagined. I’d felt so dirty and disgusted with myself at the start of it, and yet, now that everything was over, I felt a feeling of power rushing through me. I realized that there was a strength in submitting. I’d exercised a great amount of will to overcome my natural instincts and I was already being rewarded for it.
I stared at my reflection for longer than I’d ever had before. My skin seemed to have a natural glow to it and my expression was serene as opposed to the downtrodden and somber one that often coated my features.
The curves of my body no longer made me cringe. For the first time in a long time, I’m not ashamed of my body.
I felt at ease with myself, accepting every part of me.
And if having to submit myself to a stranger was all it took, then I sure as hell don’t mind doing that again.
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