I walked into the restaurant with a vibrator pressed between my legs and a plug in my bottom. I felt like everyone was staring at me as though they all knew just how dirty I'd become."
Three days ago, I was a completely innocent and naive nineteen-year-old single woman. Now I was my middle-aged, richer-than-god, husband's plaything. A toy for him to tease and train however he pleased. He bought me, and now there was nothing that I could say no to.
I loved it.
He wants more though. He wants me to give up control. He wants me to lose myself when he uses my body for his pleasure.
He wants my submission.
I don't know if I can do that.
He's going to push me past limits I didn't even know I had. He's going to humiliate me in public, and he's going to show me just how much my body wants to submit to him.
What happens when I realize that submission is what I've wanted all along?