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Exploring Submission - part 2
‘Now, YN,’ Prof. King says, ‘I want you to crawl over here and kiss my feet.’ You hesitate for a moment, but then lower yourself to the floor and begin to crawl towards him. As you approach, you can feel the eyes of everyone in the room on you. You’re acutely aware that your skirt is riding up, exposing more of your thighs with each movement. When you reach Prof. King, you look up at him and see a smirk playing on his lips. He extends one foot, and you lean forward to kiss it. Your lips brush against the soft leather of his shoe, and you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have him dominate you fully. As you continue to kiss his feet, Prof. King begins to stroke your hair, his fingers gently tangling in your long red locks. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, and you moan softly. ‘Good girl,’ he says, his voice low and commanding. ‘Now, stand up.’ You rise to your feet, your heart pounding in your chest. Prof. King steps closer, until he’s mere inches away from you. He reaches out and cups your face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. ‘Look at me,’ he whispers. You meet his gaze, and it feels like the world around you has disappeared. All that exists is the two of you, locked in this intense moment. His eyes are like pools of blue fire, and you can’t help but feel drawn to them. ‘I want you to be my submissive,’ he says, his voice barely above a whisper. ‘Not just for this exercise, but for the entire weekend.’ You swallow hard, your breath coming in short gasps. Part of you wants nothing more than to submit to him fully, to give yourself over to his control. But another part of you is terrified, unsure if you’re ready for such an intense experience. Prof. King must sense your hesitation, because he leans in closer and whispers in your ear, ‘Trust me, YN. I promise you won’t regret it.’ His breath tickles your skin, sending a wave of goosebumps down your arms. And in that moment, you make your decision. You nod your head, giving him your consent. Prof. King smiles, his eyes filled with satisfaction. ‘Good,’ he says, his voice firm and commanding. ‘Now, strip.’ Your heart races as you begin to remove your clothes, one piece at a time. First, your blouse, which you unbutton slowly, revealing the lacy bra beneath. Then, your skirt, which pools around your feet as you step out of it. Lastly, your underwear, which you slide off and toss aside. You stand before Prof. King, completely naked and exposed. Your body is flushed with desire, your nipples hard and erect, your sex wet with anticipation. You can feel the heat of his gaze on your skin as he takes in every inch of you. ‘Beautiful,’ he murmurs, running a finger down your spine. ‘Absolutely beautiful.’ You shiver at his touch, your body aching for more. Prof. King steps back and gestures to the St. Andrew’s cross in the center of the room. ‘Go,’ he says, his voice firm. ‘Get on the cross.’ You walk over to the cross, your legs shaking with nerves and excitement. As you step onto the platform, you can feel the eyes of everyone in the room on you once again. You reach out and grip the leather cuffs attached to the cross, your heart pounding in your chest. Prof. King approaches with a flogger in his hand, the leather tails swaying gently as he walks. He stops in front of you and runs the tips of the tails along your skin, tracing a line from your shoulders down to your breasts. ‘Are you ready, YN?’ he asks, his voice low and dangerous. You take a deep breath and nod your head. ‘Yes, Sir.’ Prof. King smiles and steps back, raising the flogger above his head. As he brings it down, you close your eyes and brace yourself for the impact. The first strike lands on your shoulders, the leather tails wrapping around your body and stinging your skin. You gasp at the sensation, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through you. With each strike, Prof. King seems to grow more and more into his role as your dominant partner. His movements become more forceful, his breathing heavier, his eyes filled with desire and hunger. And with each strike, you find yourself falling deeper and deeper under his spell. As the flogging continues, you can feel your body responding to the pain and pleasure, your sex growing wetter with each passing moment. You’re acutely aware of your surroundings, of the people watching you, of the eyes on your naked body. And yet, all you can focus on is Prof. King and the way he makes you feel. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Prof. King lowers the flogger and steps closer to you. He runs his hands over your skin, soothing the sting of the welts that have formed. His touch is gentle but firm, and it sends a shiver down your spine. ‘You did well, YN,’ he says, his voice soft and affectionate. ‘Very well indeed.’ You open your eyes and look at him, seeing the pride and admiration in his gaze. In that moment, you realize that you would do anything for him, submit to any desire he wished to fulfill. You are completely under his spell, and there’s no turning back. As the scene comes to an end, Prof. King unlocks your wrists and ankles from the cross, allowing you to step down from the platform. He wraps a soft robe around your shoulders, his fingers brushing against your skin as he ties the belt securely in place. You look up at him, your eyes filled with gratitude and desire. ‘Thank you, Sir,’ you whisper. Prof. King smiles down at you, his blue eyes filled with heat. ‘The pleasure was all mine, YN,’ he says, leaning in to brush a gentle kiss on your forehead. ‘I look forward to exploring more of your boundaries together.’ With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there, your heart racing and your body still humming with desire. You know that this is only the beginning, that your journey into submission has just started. And as you glance around the room at the other participants, you can’t help but feel a sense of camaraderie and belonging. You are not alone in this journey. And together, you will explore the depths of desire and submission, pushing your boundaries and discovering new pleasures along the way.
You wake up early on Saturday morning, feeling both excited and nervous about the day ahead. The workshop has been incredible so far, and last night’s exercise with Prof. King was more intense than you ever could have imagined. As you get ready for the day, you can’t help but think about what lies in store for you today.
The private room where Prof. King has asked you to meet him is dimly lit and filled with a variety of BDSM equipment. Your heart races as you enter the room, unsure of what to expect. Prof. King is sitting on a chair in the center of the room, watching you intently as you approach.
‘Good morning, YN,’ he says with a smile. ‘I trust you slept well?’
You nod, unable to find your voice. He gestures for you to stand in front of him, and you comply, your body trembling with anticipation.
‘Now, I want you to undress for me,’ he says, his voice firm but gentle. ‘Show me the beautiful body that you’ve been hiding under those clothes.’
Slowly, you begin to remove your clothing, revealing your nakedness inch by inch. Prof. King’s eyes never leave your body as you strip down to nothing, and you can feel his gaze burning into your skin. When you’re finally naked, he stands up and begins to circle around you, inspecting every inch of your body.
‘You have a beautiful body, YN,’ he says, running his fingers along your arm. ‘It’s a shame to keep it hidden under those clothes.’
As he continues his inspection, he points out areas that need improvement – a slightly sagging breast, a patch of cellulite on your thigh – but he also praises you for your submission, telling you how proud he is of your progress.
Next, Prof. King retrieves a riding crop from a nearby table and gestures for you to bend over a nearby bench. You comply, your heart racing as you wait for him to begin. The first tap of the riding crop on your bare bottom is gentle, almost playful, but each subsequent swat grows harder and more intense.
‘Take it, YN,’ he commands. ‘You know you love the pain as much as the pleasure.’
And it’s true – the mix of pleasure and pain is intoxicating, sending shivers down your spine and making your nipples harden in anticipation. You moan as the riding crop lands on your sensitive flesh, each swat leaving a red mark that serves as a reminder of your submission to Prof. King.
Finally, he ties you spread-eagle on a bed, your arms and legs stretched wide open in a pose of complete vulnerability. He takes a feather from a nearby table and begins to tease you with it, tracing it along your body and stopping just before reaching your most sensitive areas.
‘I bet you’re aching for release, aren’t you?’ he whispers in your ear. ‘But I won’t give it to you just yet.’
The feather tickles your skin, sending goosebumps up and down your body as Prof. King teases you mercilessly. You squirm beneath the feather, desperate for release but unable to escape his grasp.
As the teasing continues, you reach your breaking point, begging Prof. King to let you cum. He smiles down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and satisfaction.
‘Very well,’ he says, his voice low and commanding. ‘You may cum.’
And with that, you experience a powerful orgasm, your body shaking with pleasure as waves of ecstasy course through you. As the intensity of the orgasm subsides, you collapse onto the bed, spent and exhausted but deeply satisfied.