DVS
A ghost from your dreams
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This is a little something I wrote for someone about five years ago. She liked it, but ultimately she didn't like me. Figures. 
Anyway, it isn't long enough to submit as a story, and it doesn't fit as a poem. So, I just thought I'd share it this way. Like it or not, that's up to you.
He told her to strip naked, while he watched. She hesitated, embarrassed that he'd see everything she was wearing, but she slowly began by unbuttoning her pants. Slowly pushing down the zipper, she bent over, inching her jeans to the floor. She raised back up, revealing her slender legs. She stood there, feeling submissive with her jeans around her ankles, then she continued by removing her sweater.
Pulling it up and over her head she felt cool air against her midriff and her face grew flush as she visualized how she must look. Once the sweater had cleared her hair, she let it drop to the floor. She covered herself with her arms, submissive lust rushing through her. He snapped at her to continue, and the sound of his voice startled her out of her trance. She quickly reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it slide from her shoulders to the floor.
Again, her arms moved up to cover her nakedness. She felt vulnerable standing there with just white panties covering her body. She looked down at her clothes on the floor. Her sweater and bra discarded to the side and jeans still bunched around her ankles. Her last bit of modesty, white panties were all that remained between his eyes and her total nakedness. She knew they were damp and wondered if he could tell.
He reminded her that he was waiting and with trembling hands, she slowly pushed her panties down until they inched past her hips and dropped to the floor on their own. She stood in front of him, naked and shaking, a mixture of lust and fear made her body tingle. She kicked her jeans off and to the side, but he told her to pick her panties up. She was shocked when he told her to shove them into her mouth, for a little added humiliation. But, she did as she was told, submitting to whatever punishment he decided for her.
He pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs and she instinctively held her hands out for him to cuff them in front of her. He smiled and shook his head, then told her to turn around and put her hands behind her back. The look on her face was priceless, eyes wide with fear, but also full of lust, as she knew he will soon have complete control over her.
She turned around and he cuffed her wrists together. Silence filled the room as the ratchet of the cuffs closed on her wrists. The cold metal against the heat of her skin, caused her heart to beat even faster, because she knew there was no turning back. She was his. She turned around and presented herself to him. She could see the desire in his eyes as he inspected his captive. Such a wide range of thoughts went through her mind as she stood there, on display. She couldn't cover yourself, nor could she ask him for mercy.
Her pussy was dripping wet, and she trembled with anticipation of what was about to happen. He smiled when he saw her erect nipples. A sign of arousal within her. She couldn't conceal her feelings from him. She needed to feel controlled, to be punished, to be forced to reveal her every desire to him. Again she trembled, as she knew he would torment her body until it ached for release. He would use her desire against her, and her lust would be overpowering.
She would have no choice but to submit to everything he required of her. She could only hope he would eventually allow her satisfaction. She would be his willing little sex toy, performing for his pleasure, in a trance fueled by the fire within her.
Anyway, it isn't long enough to submit as a story, and it doesn't fit as a poem. So, I just thought I'd share it this way. Like it or not, that's up to you.Submissive Control
He told her to strip naked, while he watched. She hesitated, embarrassed that he'd see everything she was wearing, but she slowly began by unbuttoning her pants. Slowly pushing down the zipper, she bent over, inching her jeans to the floor. She raised back up, revealing her slender legs. She stood there, feeling submissive with her jeans around her ankles, then she continued by removing her sweater.
Pulling it up and over her head she felt cool air against her midriff and her face grew flush as she visualized how she must look. Once the sweater had cleared her hair, she let it drop to the floor. She covered herself with her arms, submissive lust rushing through her. He snapped at her to continue, and the sound of his voice startled her out of her trance. She quickly reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it slide from her shoulders to the floor.
Again, her arms moved up to cover her nakedness. She felt vulnerable standing there with just white panties covering her body. She looked down at her clothes on the floor. Her sweater and bra discarded to the side and jeans still bunched around her ankles. Her last bit of modesty, white panties were all that remained between his eyes and her total nakedness. She knew they were damp and wondered if he could tell.
He reminded her that he was waiting and with trembling hands, she slowly pushed her panties down until they inched past her hips and dropped to the floor on their own. She stood in front of him, naked and shaking, a mixture of lust and fear made her body tingle. She kicked her jeans off and to the side, but he told her to pick her panties up. She was shocked when he told her to shove them into her mouth, for a little added humiliation. But, she did as she was told, submitting to whatever punishment he decided for her.
He pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs and she instinctively held her hands out for him to cuff them in front of her. He smiled and shook his head, then told her to turn around and put her hands behind her back. The look on her face was priceless, eyes wide with fear, but also full of lust, as she knew he will soon have complete control over her.
She turned around and he cuffed her wrists together. Silence filled the room as the ratchet of the cuffs closed on her wrists. The cold metal against the heat of her skin, caused her heart to beat even faster, because she knew there was no turning back. She was his. She turned around and presented herself to him. She could see the desire in his eyes as he inspected his captive. Such a wide range of thoughts went through her mind as she stood there, on display. She couldn't cover yourself, nor could she ask him for mercy.
Her pussy was dripping wet, and she trembled with anticipation of what was about to happen. He smiled when he saw her erect nipples. A sign of arousal within her. She couldn't conceal her feelings from him. She needed to feel controlled, to be punished, to be forced to reveal her every desire to him. Again she trembled, as she knew he would torment her body until it ached for release. He would use her desire against her, and her lust would be overpowering.
She would have no choice but to submit to everything he required of her. She could only hope he would eventually allow her satisfaction. She would be his willing little sex toy, performing for his pleasure, in a trance fueled by the fire within her.
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