Offering Your Submission - Part 1 (Patreon)

You're in your car outside the Starbucks where you agreed to meet her. You have five minutes until the meeting. She's probably already inside. You could go in early. She wouldn't be annoyed with that. At least, you don't think she would be annoyed.

The truth is, you don't know. At all. You responded to a personal ad on Reddit. You were one of literally hundreds of guys that responded. She said she picked you because she liked that while you're interested in submission, you don't have any experience. She likes the idea of working with a blank slate, of being able to shape you into the perfect sub.

You masturbated to that message. You masturbated to the idea of being shaped into a perfect submissive for a dominant woman. You couldn't quite wrap your head around why you got so excited at the idea, but there was no question it tapped into a vein of desire you'd only just begun to explore.

You agreed to meet her. She gave you the location of the Starbucks you're now parked outside of. It was a two hour drive from your apartment. You made the drive without hesitation, but now you're incredibly nervous. You're considering just driving home.

Do you really want to submit to someone? Do you really want to be molded into her perfect submissive? Is that really something you're interested in, or are you just feeling lonely and directionless after your girlfriend - the girl you thought you'd marry - broke your heart six months ago when she cheated on you?

You pull out your phone. You read her message again. You read the part where she talks about turning you into an ideal submissive, into the kind of man that will do literally anything she desires and will do so without hesitation. You read the part about how the training will be difficult, how you'll be required to do things you don't want to do, how you'll likely experience various forms of humiliation and pain for her.

Your loins come alive. Your balls tingle in that remarkably satisfying way. Your cock comes to life. The arousal spreads through the rest of your body. It feels like a different kind of arousal, too. It's all-encompassing. It's like your entire body is aroused. It's not just your cock. It's unlike anything you've ever experienced.

That's why you get out of the car and propel yourself towards the Starbucks. You slip your phone into your pocket. You step inside and scan the room.

There's a pretty redhead in a white turtleneck sweater sitting in a booth in the further corner of the room. She's waving to you. She's smiling, too. She's wearing jeans and a pair of knee high leather boots along with her sweater. She doesn't seem like the dominant type. She looks so sweet. How could she be the dominant type?

You walk towards her. She gets out of the booth. You offer your hand but she surprises you by pulling you into a hug. Her sweater is soft. Her breasts press into your chest. The scent of her perfume fills your nose and you feel as though you've fallen under the spell of her femininity.

"It's so nice to meet you," she says.

She steps back and smiles. You nod and for a moment it feels as though your tongue has no intention of functioning in a manner that will let you form a word. Then you smile and say, "It's really nice to meet you too, Sarah. Sorry for the silence, there. I'm really nervous, as it turns out, and you're really, really beautiful."

She seems genuinely charmed by your compliment and steps closer to give you a kiss on the cheek. Her body presses gently against yours and she whispers, "You're awfully good looking, too, and just my type."

Sarah gestures for you to sit across from her and slides into the booth while you do the same. There's a drink in front of you. You remember that she asked what you wanted and that she'd have it waiting when you got there. You take a sip of the Americano - with sugar and a little cream - and smile.

"Thank you for the drink," you say.

"My pleasure," Sarah replies with a smile before brushing the long strands of her red hair behind her ear. "Thank you for coming. Believe it or not, most guys don't show up for something like this. They talk a big game but when the time comes to act, but most chicken out, at least in my experience."

You smile and look down for a moment. "I almost chickened out, actually. I was just so nervous. I was sitting in the car and wondering if this was the right thing, if I was being crazy, if I should just go home."

"What made you come in?"

You take a deep breath, hold her gaze, and say, "I read one of your messages. The one about wanting someone with no experience, about wanting to train someone to be the perfect submissive for you." You lean in and lower your voice as you continue, "I got...I got really turned on reading it. Turned on in a way...I don't know..."

"In a way you've never been turned on before?"

You nod.

"The same thing happens to me," she says. "It happens when I think about having a submissive at my beck and call, but it's most potent when I'm actually dominating a man."

You feel a deep connection to her even though you've just met her. You feel like you could stare into her eyes all day. You feel like you'd be willing to do just about anything for her.

"I've never done this before," you say.

Sarah laughs. "I know. That's why you're here."

You feel a little embarrassed. Of course she knows you've never done anything like this before. You mentioned that in your first message to her.

She reaches across the table and takes your hand. "It's okay to be nervous. I'm nervous too, if I'm being honest. I have some experience dominating men, but less than you might think. It's actually pretty difficult to find someone that wants to submit in a real way. Most guys are just looking to cum. I get that. I mean, they get off on feeling submissive and then when they cum they're done with it. That's not satisfying for me, though. I want more than that. I want to feel a deeper sense of submission from a man. I want to be all-encompassing. At least, eventually I want that. I know I can't have that from the start. I know that this takes time. I know that training a man to be a good submissive for me is going to be a long process."

You feel the excitement again. It's her mention of training a man that does it. You think of yourself being trained by her to be a good submissive. You have no idea what that training would entail, and yet you find it exciting.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asks.

You realize you were staring off into the distance. "Yes. Sorry. I just...well, to be honest, I felt that same sense of excitement and arousal when you talked about training a man to be a good submissive. I lost myself a little in thinking about being that man, about being trained to...to submit to you."

"I like that. I like that the idea of it turns you on. I know enough to understand that using a man's arousal is one of the keys to successfully training him. In other words, if you're not turned on by all of this then I have almost no chance of shaping you into the submissive I want you to be."

She reaches across the table and takes your hand once more.

"You do need to pay attention, though. I can't have you drifting off every time you get turned on. Do you understand?"

You nod as the excitement builds between your legs. Her fingers feel warm and soft. You can still smell her perfume. She looks so beautiful sitting across the table.

"How often do you masturbate?"

"Almost every day," you answer.

"That will have to stop. In fact, you'll be required to give me control of your orgasms. A submissive that's allowed to masturbate freely is much, much harder to train."

She's still holding your hand. It feels so good. Her hair is long and shiny and wavy. Her turtleneck looks perfect. Genuinely perfect. You want to give this beautiful woman everything she desires. The thought of doing so is just so exciting.

"Okay. I'll give you control. I will."

She smiles and releases your hand. She looks to her right and you notice her purse resting next to her. She reaches inside and pulls out a small, black velvet bag. "Go to the bathroom and put this on."

Sarah slides the bag across the table and you loosen the string that holds it shut and look inside.

"It's a chastity device," she says and you wonder if she saw the confusion on your face. "Have you seen one before?"

You shake your head.

"Think of it as a prison for your cock. Once it's on, you can't get hard and you need the key to release your cock from that prison. I will hold the key."

"And you'll have control over my orgasms."

You look up as she nods. Her face has changed. Her eyes have changed. It takes a moment, but you recognize that she's turned on, that the idea of your cock being imprisoned in the chastity cage has turned her on.

"I'll be right back," you say.

You get out of the booth and move to head for the bathroom. You stop when she takes your hand. You turn and look down at her. She looks impossibly beautiful. "Thank you," she says. "For being willing to try this. For having the courage to do this with me."

"Well, I'm pretty sure it's going to be my pleasure."

You see something in her eyes and on her face that makes you think she doesn't necessarily agree with that. She doesn't say anything, though, and quickly offers a smile and lets your hand go.

You consider that look as you head for the bathroom and lock yourself in a stall. You remove the pieces of the chastity device and lower your pants and underwear. You peruse the small booklet in the bag that offers instructions on how to apply the device and then set about putting it on.

As you're doing so, it dawns on you that submission is not going to be entirely pleasurable. You're not sure why that feels like a revelation, but it does. It all clicks into place, though, as the chastity device encircles your cock. Of course it's not going to be entirely pleasurable. You're locking your cock in a device that's going to prevent erections. You're probably going to experience pain when your dick tries to get hard. That's not going to be pleasurable. Perhaps that's what that look on her face was about. Perhaps she has a better understanding that your training - should you fully embark on that process with her - will be filled with experiences that strike you as something less than pleasurable.

The device fits well. It's tight but not too tight. There's a bit of room for your cock to grow, though not much. You worry that it might cause a permanent bulge in your pants, but when you get dressed once more it's not at all obvious that you're wearing a cage around your cock.

You leave the bathroom wearing the device. You can feel the metal against your skin. You can feel the weight of it. You can feel that you've just given control of your cock to someone you just met, to someone you don't know. That's when you feel a touch of panic. Did you just make a huge mistake? What if she has terrible intentions? What if she's going to extort you for the key? What if she's a secret sadist that intends on making you suffer in some incredible way now that she has your cock locked in a cage?

She smiles the moment she sees you. She slides out of the booth and approaches as she quietly asks, "Is it on?"

You hold up the empty bag and she glances at your crotch before stepping closer and kissing you. Her hand moves to the back of your neck as her lips part. Her tongue slips into your mouth and you completely lose yourself in the most erotic kiss you've ever experienced.

Then, just a few seconds later, you feel the pain. The pain of your cock trying to get hard because you're kissing the pretty redheaded girl that smells so good, that tastes so good, that's gently grinding her crotch against yours.

You groan. It hurts. It's not overwhelming pain. It's not going to make you fall to your knees, but it hurts.

She steps back and there's a smile of the purest delight on her face.

"It hurts," you say.

She's turned on. Perhaps because it hurts. Perhaps because she has the key. Perhaps because she's finally found a man that's willing to submit to her. Whatever the reason, she's turned on.

"It's supposed to hurt a little," she replies softly before turning back to the booth, grabbing your drink, and handing it to you. She then retrieves her drink and her purse and takes your hand to lead out of the Starbucks and into the parking lot.

Outside she kisses you again. She offers her tongue again. You know it's going to hurt, but you welcome the kiss. You welcome the feel of her lips against yours, of her breasts pressing into your chest, or her pelvis gyrating slowly against your crotch as she works to turn you on.

You wonder if she's getting off on the pain or if she simply likes that she can make you feel that pain with nothing more than a kiss. Once again you consider that you know nothing about Sarah other than her desire to dominate a man. Before, that led to a sense of panic. Now you feel excitement alongside a touch of nervousness. Mostly, though, you feel intense desire as the kiss continues, and of course there's the ache between your legs.

"You're a good kisser," you say as she steps back.

Sarah laughs softly and you feel as though you've never been so attracted to someone.

"So are you," she replies.

She reaches up and her fingers disappear under the top of her sweater. They reappear a moment later holding a chain. There's a key at the end of that chain. A silver key. It comes to rest against the soft white fabric of her sweater. It takes a moment to realize that she's wearing the key to your chastity device, to your cock, to your freedom. There's something intensely arousing about the sight of the key, about her possession of it, about her wearing it as a piece of jewelry.

"So...what now?" you ask.

She bites her lower lip in a remarkably suggestive manner and you're overcome with desire. You very nearly kiss her, but stop yourself, mostly because that doesn't seem like something a submissive would do.

"First, you give me your phone number."

She hands you her phone with a contact already set up. You add your number and hand the phone back to her. She sends a quick text. You look at your phone. It says, "Kiss me."

You look at her and she smiles. You step closer. You kiss her. She moans into your mouth. Again your feel the ache. It's painful, but you already feel like it's a little bit beautiful, too, like it's this wonderful way of offering your submission, which you're suddenly quite into.

"I'm going to call you tonight," she says. "We're going to FaceTime, actually. I'm going to let you watch me masturbate."

"Really?"

She smiles and nods. "I'm not going to show you my pussy yet, but you'll get to look at me, at my face, as I cum. I might wear lingerie for you. I haven't decided yet. You'll get to hear me moan, though, and you might even get to hear me talk dirty. You'll absolutely get to hear and see me have an orgasm, though, and your cock will be locked in that little cage the whole time."

You're turned on. You feel the ache without kissing her.

"We'll meet again in a few days."

She steps closer. Her lips hover an inch from yours. Her perfume fills your nose. You want her. You crave her despite having just met her.

"And luckily you won't have to drive two hours to see me again."

"I won't?"

She shakes her head. "We live in the same town, actually. I just wanted to see if you'd be willing to drive two hours to meet me."

"I kind of already feel like I'd drive almost any distance to meet you," you reply.

She kisses you again. It feels like a reward, but then the ache comes. The ache you've already grown to enjoy a little. This kiss is deeper. She moans, too. It turns you on more. Your cock tries in vain to get hard. The ache becomes genuine pain. You don't pull away, though. For some reason you want more. For some reason you feel like you could stand there and kiss her all day.

"I think I'll have to call you as soon as I get home," she says. "I'm really turned on."

"That would make me very happy."

She takes your hand and leads you through the parking lot and towards. She stops next to a white Honda Accord and pulls out her keys. As she unlocks it, you reach out and open the door for her. Sarah smiles and bends over to place her purse and drink in the car.

You ready yourself to shut the door and wave goodbye, but she stands and pulls you close for another kiss. When it ends, she keeps you close as she unbuttons and unzips her jeans. She takes your hand and guides your fingers into her panties.

"Feel my pussy," she instructs.

Your fingers find their way between her pussy lips. You enter her. She smiles and then moans as you try and offer her clit just a hint of stimulation. She bites her lower lip again and you desperately want to kiss her.

"Taste me," Sarah says.

You pull your fingers free and suck them clean. You do so in a public parking lot. You're fairly certain a couple is staring but you don't give a damn. Sarah is all you care about.

"Tell me," she whispers, "would you eat my pussy right here in this parking lot if I told you to?"

You think about it for a moment - and only a moment - and nod emphatically. You assume she's not going to have you do that, but you desperately want to.

Sarah studies your face for a few seconds and then zips up and buttons her jeans. She smiles and moves to get into the car. She stops, turns towards you, and pulls you in for a kiss. Another long, deep kiss. Another kiss that makes your cock ache in the cage. Another kiss that makes you fall deeper under her spell.

She gets into the car and you say, "You're amazing, Sarah. Amazing."

"So are you," she replies. "I'll call you when I get home."

You shut the door and back away as she starts the car and backs out of the space. You wave goodbye and she does the same. She pulls away and then she's gone.

You can still feel her lips against yours. You can still taste her. You can still smell her perfume.

You feel wetness in your pants. Your cock is leaking precum. All the kissing. All the arousal. All of it has you dripping wet. You smile and head to your car. You can't believe you're actually locked in a chastity device and that a girl you just met has the key.

You're excited, though. You think about her the whole drive home. You can't wait to talk to her again. You can't wait to watch her masturbate. You hope that she decides to wear lingerie for you, though you'll be happy just to watch her face as she experiences the kind of pleasure that you're quite obviously going to be denied.

The closer you get to home, the more your excitement grows. Your cock aches for the entirety of the final half hour of your drive.

You pull into your parking space. You rush to your apartment. You go to your bedroom. You're not sure if you should strip, so you remain clothed.

You wait for her call. You wait for the phone to ring. You can't wait to hear from her again.

The phone rings. You answer. You see her pretty face. You see that beautiful red hair.

You're ready - eager, even - to do whatever she wants. You just met her, but you're ready to submit. You can't wait to do as you're told.