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Well, it seems I did it again. Posted something here and it killed the thread. Since I already damaged it, i guess there is no harm to add the 2nd installment to the last post. So here goes.

Submission 2
You read the text once more. Short, concise, “You have passed step one, I will be there in an hour”. Looking at the clock once more you have only minutes to compose yourself and try to remember everything you are supposed to do to become his new sub.


You are still a little unsure of this, this next step of your journey to discover your sexuality. You have never been one to be subservient to anyone and yet now…here you are, ready to give control of yourself, your body, to a man, one you do not know, a stranger you have found in that chat room.



You go over the instructions in your mind. Showered, no makeup, naked, front door unlocked, sitting upright at the end of your bed, and finally, the room darkened. You are unsure of that last one, why? But you are obedient and now you are sitting here, chilled at being naked and so vulnerable, naked and worse, without any make-up to hide behind. You drift off, thinking about this whole thing, maybe wanting it to end, but worse, realizing you want it more.

You hear the door open and your heart skips, unsure about what is to come, worried, and yet…..that sense of adrenaline rush.

I walk in, silent and carrying a large, flat box. Without any fanfare I hand it to you and tell you to open it and prepare yourself. Opening the box, you find white…. Everything is white. Your heart sinks a little, hoping it will be black, the color of a submissive, signaling that you have passed your test and I have taken you into my fold. But it is still white…. virginal, not in the sense of innocence but a sign to those in the know that I am still in training, testing, trying to determine if I would make a good little sub. I must hide my disappointment, show him I have no disagreement in his judgment, he knows best and I am still to be tested.

On top are the white high heels, stockings, and lacy panties. They are laying on something else….a white overcoat, lightweight but still a long overcoat. You are intrigued, why would I need one here in my bedroom?

You stand and slowly get ready in silence…subs never speak unless commanded to but you want to ask….why the coat? Panties on, stockings pulled up and smoothed out. Heels on and strapped. Finally, you lift the coat out of the box and shake it out. This will go just below my knees, odd. You put it on, the roughness on the inside has caused your nipples to raise up in retaliation. You hide your displeasure in the roughness from me and with a slight and hopefully unperceivable hesitation, you signal you are ready for whatever…whatever lays ahead.



I motion you outside of that darkened bedroom and into the full light of the living room. You have been in the dark for so long you are momentarily blinded and confused. You feel the collar being attached to your neck and soon realize you are now being guided by a leash towards the door. Your mind screams NO. You are going to be paraded like a dog, naked underneath this over coat for all to see, how humiliating…then I cap the humiliation in your mind by putting on the blindfold.

I lead you out of the house, the one in that quiet, conservative neighborhood. The shame you feel in your mind knowing all the neighbors are watching you being paraded, blindfolded, led by a collar and leash, white overcoat, white stockings, white high heel shoes. Showing the world you are My Submissive SLUT.

We drive in silence, I am leaving you to your thoughts, granted, that can be so cruel, letting your mind think of the worst but knowing, that will build the anticipation. And is it cruelty? After all, it is all in the mind of the sub, it is only allowing her deepest fears, and fantasies to be released.

You feel eyes upon you, each car you hear passing by, eyes looking into this car, at me, blindfolded, humiliated with this wide collar on while attached to a leash I hold high for all to see. Wait, he didn’t tell me to show the leash. It is me; I am the one, I am the one holding it up for all to see…I hope he takes note how good a sub I can be.

Soon you feel the turn, the car slowing, the checkered lights, we are going down a tree lined road. Hearing the gravel you picture a parking lot, where are we?

The car stops. I get out and come around opening the door, signaling the next step in your humiliation. You get out of the car and follow the lead of the leash, automatically putting your hands behind your back, binding them with the cords of your mind like a good sub. You hear the birds, the crunch of the gravel underfoot. You wished he’d allowed you something more sensible like sandals but no. Oh my, I hope he didn’t see my displeasure in his shoe choice. Straighten up, be a good sub, just be careful not to turn an ankle.

You hear voices, people are here, am I to be displayed for his friends? Other Doms and their subs? An outdoor training session? Maybe even an auction where subs are traded and sold. Where in the deepest part of my mind do I find these thoughts? What planted those seeds there? Never in my life can I remember reading about some of these thoughts but yet….here they are, come bubbling up from those recesses.

We are on a path, hard dirt, easier walking but away from people. So, not on display today….or yet? Shade trees cover the path, there is a slight cooling effect as a small breeze blows through the trees. Walking, thinking, wishing, hoping, anticipating what is about to come. It is becoming all too uncontainable. The fear, the humiliation, the shame, the….the….excitement.

Suddenly you are awash in sunlight, heat, you are in a clearing of sorts. You are tugged once more as you realized you have stopped to take in the warmth. I lead you on for a couple steps more and then pull you to a stop. You wait, is this it? This the time?

“Remove your coat.”

You slip the coat off, you feel the sun on your naked body, the breeze on your nipples. Those nipples reply like the sub you want to be and stiffen for my visual pleasure. Here you are, naked except for panties, stockings, and heels. The world is taking the sight of you in, you wonder if anyone else is there too, sharing this moment.

I pull you forward just a little more and stop you. “Bend over, put your arms and hands in front of you.” Bending over you discover a table, one of those rough, concrete tables found in public parks. So that is where we are, a public park, where people go to enjoy a warm, sunny day. Taking strolls, have a picnic on a table just like this one. This one…..this one has seen it’s share of picnics. What else? Sex? Just like now? Will he? Will I be taken, used here on this rough table? Right here for all who walks past to see? She works to compose herself, she is not in control, she can’t determine what happens to her body, how it is used, she has no fantasies past knowing she is to be used by him….Me.

She sees herself now, in her mind, what it would look like to him/me, and anyone else walking by. She is bent over at the hips like a good sub. Ass back, hands on the rough table, head down, and, and tits swaying from their own weight. Slowly swaying. She loves that feeling, when gravity pulls at them and with her breathing, the slightest of movement, they rock back and forth. She feels sexy when this happens, like the times she has dangled them in front of a lover’s face, teasing him…..Oh no! This is it isn’t it? This is revenge for all those times I have used these tits to tease. He is making me remember and punish me, knowing that I can’t tease him. He is the one that is teasing me, allowing me to get excited swaying my tits but not allowing me to have him suck them. Cruel and yet……

“Go ahead, sway them, feel the weight as they are pulled down.” He knows!

“Now sub, slowly lower them, feed them to the tabletop, feel the roughness of that concrete on your nipples.”

Slowly, as sexy as you can, as slow as you can muster given the adrenaline dump your body has just received. You can feel your body shaking at his command, finally he speaks, giving me instructions, I must comply and……..enjoy. But don’t lose it….don’t lose control of yourself, your body, you must remember, it isn’t what YOU want, feeding the cravings of your body, it is his body you must feed, his cravings, his desires, you are his…..his sub.

You feel the roughness against your nipples as you drag them across the concrete. Almost like sandpaper. Pain and yet, a pleasure. I encourage you more, and in your desire to please, you continue, first teasing the nipples and then rubbing them against the hot, rough concrete. Back and forth, easy, tease, hard rubbing feeling the flesh getting raw.

Then you hear it, something placed in front of you. “Lower your head, find it, lick it, suck it.” You discover a cock, a plastic cock has been placed in front of you. You find it with your tongue and then your lips. You suck it in and take it all the way down to the table and then back up again. “More!” The command, loud, harsh, makes you jump, and you dive back on it, sucking it, sucking it like a …..a……slut.

Up and down, in and out you continue sucking on that plastic rod for all you are worth, wanting to please your master, give him visual pleasure, make him hard and wanting…..wanting you.

“Enough!”

With that you release the cock from your mouth and raise your head, showing him your mouth is still in a state of ready, ready for him if he so desires it. You can still feel the roughness of the table scraping across your nipples but now you want him/me to please himself in your mouth.

But I have other ideas. I need to teach you that it is my desires, my pleasures not hers that need to be filled and her there, licking her lips demonstrates She is the one wanting me in her mouth.

“Pull down your panties!!” “I want you to pull them down just enough to expose yourself to me and anyone walking by.” “I want you to demonstrate your willingness to please others, not yourself like a true sub slut”. You reach around, grab the sides of your panties and slowly lower them inch by inch, letting him watch as they come down. Once they have passed over the lower part of your ass cheeks you let go and bring your hands back to the table all the while lowering your nipples to the top once more.

You feel his/my gaze on your body, on your ass. You hope that the crotch of your panties is not exposed for all to see the shame left behind from your body. You are now aware that during all of this you have left those tell-tale signs of an excited woman but you are ashamed to share that part of you. Good girls do not have messy panties.

In your mind the gaze is getting intense, what lays before him/me is causing a reaction, you believe you can hear the breathing getting a little more labored, faster. You are hoping at least that you have presented him/me with a picture of a perfect sub.

The sun is getting almost unbearable on your back, the breeze is blowing across the most intimate parts of your body. You feel things happening down there. Blood is rushing in, engorging parts of you causing your clit to swell and finally, lips to part. With that last breeze, you know, you can feel it, see it in your mind’s eye, you are open to whoever and whatever he desires. Your hips move, reaching back, desperately trying to find something to rub upon. You are losing, losing the battle for control of your passions, pleasures, forgetting it is for me and not you like a good sub.

A quick smack on your ass, a tug on the collar brings you back…barely. You move your legs back together trying to get some relief. I bring my foot to your ankles and spread your legs, pushing them further out now. Your panties stretched now as your legs are spread.

“ I have bound your legs to the posts of this table and cuffed your hands to the top, do not move either again if you want to be my Sub!” While no physical restraints are present, it is in your mind that makes you bound.

Sucking in a deep breath you slowly calm down, regain yourself and resume your duties of giving me visual pleasure. A broken woman, all her secrets exposed. Your body exposed, your desires exposed, but most of all, your soul exposed, your true animalistic nature exposed.

You hear as I take the plastic cock from the tabletop and feel it’s sun heated, hot plastic as it explores your back and down your crack. Gasping now as it moves ever closer, closer to those parts not meant to be exposed to the sun, let alone something warmed by the sun. You feel the heat….is it the plastic or is it me? It is sliding around, around your lips, lubricated, wet, up and down, tracing your opening. Then is crosses over, crossing that little stretch of skin until it finds a new opening to tease. It is so hot and wet even in the driest of places it continues to slide around, residual slickness is present.

Then just as suddenly it is back to massaging those swollen and wet lips. Occasionally I bring it to your mouth, to taste, a taste of your womanly parts. You lick it, knowing I would be pleased, pleased that the taste of a woman does not disgust yourself, that you’d be willing to taste a woman, any woman just for him/me.

Then it goes back to rubbing your exposed parts but this time it feels different, not as hot, not as fake, not plastic, more……….real.

Rubbing, running around, exploring all you must give, the slick dampness has turned to a flow, coating everything, and finally dripping down. With a breeze you can feel it, those long strands of liquid blowing up against your legs, those inner thighs. You are more aware now that you are now swaying hard, scraping those almost raw nipples across that concrete tabletop. The shockwaves emulating from those tips running to your spine and down to your pussy is almost too much. You start breathing harder, deeper, desperately trying to hold back the waves flowing throughout your body, wanting to be subservient but losing the battle to the pleasure inside you, inside your head.

I pull off your blindfold and present myself to your face. Blinking away the brilliant sunlight, you focus on my dripping head. You take me in your mouth once again like the previous day and try to achieve good marks which could lead to you becoming my Sub.

I pull away, you have that questioning look in your eyes and I knew it, I had you. You will do anything for me, more training will need to be accomplished, subdue her passions until mine are met but trainable. I command you to hold still and move back behind you.

You feel me, you feel me as I test the waters, run my cock up and down your lips, dipping it into your openings to gather more wetness and rub it around some more.

You feel me enter you, sliding my way in, all the way. I slowly run myself in and out of you, giving you everything I have and waiting to see what you do. Have you learned yet? Will you hide your desire to be fucked until I have reached my climax? You seem to be trying to control yourself, you move a little but I believe it is to give me full access to yourself. I decided to press further.

Pulling out I gather more of your dew and push myself against your tight rose. Will you resist? Will you be the good sub I think you might become in time? Running myself around that most taboo of places you seem not to mind, there is no tensing, almost a relaxation to allow me. I try, I place myself at the entrance and push. Slowly, very slowly I can feel you yielding to me. I do not force, I want to make sure this is about you allowing yourself to being used by me, not me forcing myself on you. There is a difference. A true submissive slut allows her body to be used, not gives in to force.

Knowing now you are trying hard to learn all this I pull back. But now we need to finish this little test. I plunge back into your depths……which one? That is for you to decide in your mind, where I plunge back into, but now it is my time, what we are here to test, how will my sub please me.

You give me your body to use willingly, and I use it, used it until I am satisfied. I then release you from your mental bindings and tell you it is time you pleasured yourself like the previous test, only when you pleasure yourself do I truly find pleasure. This time I have given you a present, a little gift showing I have decided to take you into training.

You take that plastic cock that had been in your mouth, rubbing your pussy and plunge it deeply into your cunt, yes, that dirty little cunt that resides between your legs. Just the mention of that distasteful word has you cumming, cumming like a whore……for him…..it is all for him and his pleasure.



So, do you think you have what it takes to proceed? To go to the next test? To try to become my submissive. Do you see the test within the test? Reread the third paragraph up and write back your answer to the question presented there.

🔥 Woo woo, you never disappoint!!! I knew I could count on you to post a sizzling story for us ladies. Well worth a read for sure. Thanks for sharing. Loved it.

Who the hell is this Jill person ???

Delish, when I said give us something to read, I didn’t mean from you, now shush. 😂😁😆

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