I've always seen my body through a slightly different lens than most. For me, it's not just a vessel; it's almost like a separate entity, with its own desires and allure. Growing up, I became aware of my attractiveness, not just in terms of physical appearance, but in other subtle ways too. At a very young age, I found myself entering the world of escorting—a path not often talked about openly. In South Asia, where I'm from, many young women find themselves drawn into this line of work, sometimes without much choice in the matter. But that's a conversation for another time, perhaps in another story.
A few times, I had the chance to be a fashion model. But when I realized it might mean being controlled by a rich guy until he got bored and then getting rid of me quietly, I said no thanks. I don't regret that decision at all, even though it's kind of ironic considering what happened next in my life.
For about 10 years, I worked as an escort. During that time, I gradually let myself be used, treated like an object, and pushed to extremes for pleasure. I'm not going into every detail of my life; I'm focusing on the moments that made me realize I wanted my body to be owned, mistreated, and exploited. It didn't happen all at once. The experiences I'm sharing are the ones that made me aware of my inner desires. Most of the time between those moments was pretty uneventful, but I'm grateful that my strong sexual feelings helped me disconnect from the pain and suffering I endured.
I can't tell you this story face to face, but I hope it stirs something in you. Feel free to enjoy it, and if it sparks ideas about what you'd like to do with my body, that's cool for me. You can let me, haha ........
My body isn't like a typical fashion model's. I'm slim with long legs and a flat stomach, but I'm more toned, kind of like a less bulky fitness model. My boobs are small but natural, and I'm really proud of my rounded butt. Haha....
The weird thing is I'm super turned on by my own body. More than just regular self-pleasure, I'd often gaze at myself naked in the mirror and wish I could really have sex with myself. But it's more than that. Deep down, I've always been into showing off/ exhibitionism , even if I act a bit shy about it. Wearing a saree with an open navel has always been my favorite way to show off within the boundaries of my society. And I've often fantasized about being naked and getting fucked in public. Haha , sorry should I stop? I guess no... Right?
Being an escort does have its perks; you get to explore almost every fantasy you can imagine. But when you're just having sex for money, there's not much time to think about fantasies. Right? Though I tried my best to explore and discover. But most men are too keen to release , nothing else.. Sigh!
As I got into my mid-20s and started to understand myself better, I found myself wanting to let someone take full control of my body, even if just for a short while. I think this desire was sparked by some of my clients. When we roleplayed as dominant and submissive, I realized I wanted to be the submissive, always, almost like a slave. Yes! What about you? Ever thought about being slave ?
Somehow, I knew that no matter what physical abuse or treatment they put me through, I'd be okay inside. I craved seeing someone enjoy my body without holding back. Just the idea of someone having total control over my sexy body ignited an intense and irresistible sexual urge deep inside me. I wanted to feel like my body, rather than my inner self, was being used purely for someone else's pleasure. Oh my god! I should have warned you that if you are not adult enough don't scroll down. Haha
By the way, you can ask. Why I'm writing this? Okay, my goal in sharing this story is pretty straightforward; I'll be totally upfront. I want my body to be admired and desired by as many men as possible. But at the same time, I crave a certain level of cruelty and humiliation directed towards my body, almost as a punishment for stirring up desires in others and myself. I don't how it will work. But lets see....
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Chronicles of a Submissive
RomanceIt's a gripping semi-autobiography chronicling my transformative journey into submission from my former life as an escort. Delving deep into my experiences over the course of more than a year in a sub-dom relationship, I unveil the thrilling evoluti...