This is the continuation of a longer story. You can find the previous parts in my post history
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Susan stood there, excited and nervous, waiting for the unknown. I walked up to her, picked her up and gently placed her on my bed. She offered me her hands, knowing that she was supposed to be tied up. I smiled at her eagerness.
“Tonight, your submission is not going to be for me. Tonight, it’s going to be all about you. Your submission, will be to yourself.”
I took her hands and tied them up by her wrists to the headboard of the bed with my belt.
“There are many forms of submission, and while D/s involves submitting to your partner, to fulfill the Dom’s needs and their expectations, a Sub must never forget that the reason she chooses to submit is to experience joy herself. If it is indeed in her submission that she finds joy, does it not make sense that her true submission is indeed to her own pleasure?”
She nodded in agreement.
“Tonight, you’re gonna learn the true joy in letting go. All you need to do is follow my instructions, and focus your attention on the sensations I want you to experience.”
“But…” *as curious as ever*
“Yes, go on Susan..”
“But, isn’t it usually the Sub who is supposed to work to make the Dom happy?”
I chuckled.
“In a way, what you think is partially close to the truth, but there’s a nuance again.” I began sliding my fingers across her face, to her neck, and down on her shoulders.
“The Sub, many a times, often finds happiness in serving the Dom, and so it might come across as the Sub doing all the work. But in reality, both the parties are serving their own happiness.” Her soft, velvety skin glided smoothly underneath my fingers.
“You will see how letting yourself be taken care of, and submitting your pleasure to the hands of your Dom will indeed bring you pleasure” my hands slid downwards towards her breasts, my palms enjoying the beautiful contrast of her soft mounds and hard nipples rising and falling with her every breath.
“Tonight, you are letting go of your control, control over your movements…” I tugged at the belt tying down her hands..
“control over your senses…”, I glided my free hand over her face, gently pressing over her eyes through her blindfold
“and control over your pleasure.” I rolled my thumb over her nipples and gently twisted them, eliciting a little wince from her mouth.
“You are handing it over to me. That is your Submission to me tonight, and effectively, to your own self. And you shall see how that brings you pleasure.”
My hand slowly went down from her breasts, gliding gently along her stomach in circles, and slowly sliding into her lacy black panties. Her sex was warm and wet, and you could tell by her rising heartbeats that she was getting ready…
I cupped my palm around her sensitives, and for a long time simply pressed down on her from the outside, without penetration. I wanted her anticipation to build up before proceeding further.
“In this moment, your one true task is to enjoy, and you are supposed to enjoy not just for yourself, but for me as well. Do you understand?” I said, before grazing my teeth across her neck as I gently bit her skin.
“Yes!! Yes, I do!!” she responded between short gasps.
Her legs were clenching around my palm, trying to get me push myself inside her. I was enjoying the tease. I placed one finger on her soft folds, rubbing it a little to amplify the sensations she had been craving. Her restlessness and troubled breathing only served to agree with her silent requests.
“I want it! I want it now! Stop teasing me so much!” she finally ran out of things to *not* say while conveying her desires, and had to resort to words.
I shifted myself towards between her legs, and pulled down the last remaining piece of fabric on her body. Her glistening folds were a sight to behold. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, and slowly inched my face towards the gates of her heavenly pleasure.
My tongue slid in, the tip working on her outer folds. I let the passion and the pace slowly build up. Her moans started slow and spaced out, while I kept noting in my mind the sweet spots that would push her buttons just a little bit more. I let my tongue wander and explore, taking little hiatuses from licking to kissing around her inner thighs. She was slowly, but surely, getting crazier, if the pressure with which her thighs tried to crush my head was any indication of her growing desire.
Her moans grew louder, and she dispensed them more freely than before. I was using a finger to play with her clit, gently rubbing it now, suddenly flicking it then. She was arching her back, and the constant sounds of the belt clashing against the headboard signaled to me how badly she wanted to use her hands to push my head deeper.
I increased the rhythm, I quickened the pace. It was time to let the fire take over. I focused on all the areas she had went crazy over, and kept stimulating them faster than ever. While one hand was busy pleasing her clit, my other hand roamed around her torso. From tickling her tummy to squeezing her breasts, or holding her thighs as she quivered in unrest, I was enjoying it all. I was playing her body like a musician his instrument, and her moans and writhes were the sweet produce of my art.
She convulsed, she gasped, she screamed and she moaned. Her body tightened, and her muscles clenched. I slowed down a notch and kept kissing her lips, and sensitive as they were, every kiss sent a new shudder through her.
I went back, kissing my way up from her stomach, through her breasts, to her long inviting neck all the way up to her sweet, delicious lips. The time for waiting was over. I held her face as I drank the sweet nectar of love oozing from her luscious lips.
“Congratulations, Susan. You have now experienced the euphoria to be found in Submission.”
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The End
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a0wli5/mild_initiation_of_a_young_girl_to_the_bdsm
Please … Don’t say “young girl”
But is it truly the end?