I kneel at the edge of his leather chair, my knees brushing the polished floor, my eyes locked on him like a predator sizing up her prey. Erotic Submissive Stories always begin with tension like this… thick with desire, heavy with the knowledge that I am utterly his. He purchased me at the auction, claimed me, and now every inch of my body exists to obey.
“Donatella,” he says, his voice low and controlled, each syllable a command, a spark igniting my skin. “Hands behind your back.”
I move without hesitation, slipping my wrists together and letting him inspect, letting him remind me that this is his world, and I am nothing without his approval. My breath hitches as he circles me, touching my soft breast while fingering my wet pussy, with the power radiating from him like heat I can’t escape.
“Open your mouth,” he orders, and I obey instantly remaining on my knees of his cold marble floors, remembering every second that brought me here. Every gaze, every auctioned bid, every whispered fantasy… they all led to this moment. I feel the weight of his authority pressing into my chest, and it only makes me ache harder for his approval.
I trace my tongue along his commands, exploring each word, letting my lips and body reflect my devotion. He loves the way I slowly put my lips on his fat cock and suck him dry until he’s completely empty. Every shift of his hand, every nod, every clipped command sends shivers down my spine. I am pliant. I am eager for his fluids. I am the perfect reflection of his desires.
“Good girl,” he whispers, his praise a whip against my craving. Then proceeds to splatter my face with his cum, while I let it to drip all over my body, soaked and starving. I feel my own heat bloom, my body responding not to my wants but to the structure he imposes. I exist in this space of surrender, my mind focused on one truth: my obedience pleases him, and that is all that matters.
As I kneel, submitting fully, I realize that I have never felt more alive, more awake, more needed and finally satisfied. Every command shapes me, every glance consumes me, and every touch cements my role of obedience. I am his… bought, owned, and reveling in the intoxicating pleasure of living under total authority.