Bi-Sexual Female / 24
The Need To Submit
I'm hopeless at saying no to people. I claim I'm just kinky, but the truth is that anyone who wanted to take control of me would easily be able to, men, women, cis, trans...it doesn't matter - I go weak at the thought of being dominated. The more degrading and humiliating the better.
I get lost in fantasies of my boss forcing me to become the office pet, announcing my status as the office bitch in heat during an all staff meeting, having me strip and providing me with a new uniform consisting of nothing but a leash attached to nipple clamps and a butt plug tail. Making me crawl around to be humiliated and fucked by anyone who sees fit.
I imagine being kidnapped and waking up in a strange room, tied, bound and helpless.
Whenever someone calls me a bitch, slut, whore, worthless, pathetic or any number of degrading names I have to fight not to whimper and I feel my knees go weak. Hell, it doesn't even need to be directed AT me.
Anytime someone is mean I secretly hope they'll take out their frustrations on me.
I can't even masturbate without feeling guilty. Like I need permission. Like I haven't earnt it.
And yet I pretend like I'm a strong, independent woman... knowing all the while that the truth is anyone could take me, because I find it impossible to resist anyone showing the slightest bit of control toward me.
I get lost in fantasies of my boss forcing me to become the office pet, announcing my status as the office bitch in heat during an all staff meeting, having me strip and providing me with a new uniform consisting of nothing but a leash attached to nipple clamps and a butt plug tail. Making me crawl around to be humiliated and fucked by anyone who sees fit.
I imagine being kidnapped and waking up in a strange room, tied, bound and helpless.
Whenever someone calls me a bitch, slut, whore, worthless, pathetic or any number of degrading names I have to fight not to whimper and I feel my knees go weak. Hell, it doesn't even need to be directed AT me.
Anytime someone is mean I secretly hope they'll take out their frustrations on me.
I can't even masturbate without feeling guilty. Like I need permission. Like I haven't earnt it.
And yet I pretend like I'm a strong, independent woman... knowing all the while that the truth is anyone could take me, because I find it impossible to resist anyone showing the slightest bit of control toward me.
