As I kneel before them, I find my true self in the whispered words of praise, the sting of their discipline, and the warmth of their approval. I am theirs to command, theirs to pleasure, theirs to love.
From the quaint cobblestone streets of Wales to the pulsating heart of New York City, I've journeyed into the arms of four dominant men who have seen beyond my innocence, past the sheltered literary student I once was. They've unleashed a side of me that lay dormant, a creature of need and desire, eager to be claimed, trained, and cherished as their shared pet.
In their hands, I've learned the sweet agony of yielding to the sharp sting of their hands, the inner warmth of a command obeyed, and the pleasure of surrendering to the call of the wildest parts of my soul. With a collar around my neck, I wear my submission like the finest of jewels, a symbol of the trust and devotion I offer freely to those who have mastered not just my body, but the depths of my heart.
This is part four of the series. They can be read in any order.
age gap, humiliation