seduced into submission

5. his good girl

Their relationship continued to deepen, each day bringing new adventures and new experiences. John would whisper commands in her ear, and she would find herself obeying without question. He would touch her in places she had never imagined being touched, and she would feel a heat building within her that seemed impossible to contain. Their days were filled with passion and intensity, as if they were the only two people in the world who existed.

Lily found herself becoming more and more dependent on John's touch, his voice. She craved his attention, his approval. Even when they were apart, she felt a sense of emptiness that only he could fill. She knew that this was wrong, that she should be able to stand on her own two feet, but the more time she spent with him, the more she realized that she never wanted to be apart from him again.

One afternoon, as they sat in a quiet cafe, sipping their coffee, John leaned in close and whispered, "You're mine, Lily. You always have been, and you always will be." His words sent a shiver down her spine, but at the same time, they felt right. They felt like the truth. And as she nodded in agreement, she knew that there was no turning back.

Over the next few days, she began to notice subtle changes in herself. Little things, like how she found herself craving his touch, even when they were in public. How she would nod along when he told her how beautiful she was, or how intelligent, or how much he loved her.
It was as if a fog had descended upon her, clouding her judgment and making her more susceptible to his will.

She tried to resist it, to fight against the control he seemed to have over her, but the more she fought, the more she realized that she didn't want to. His dominance, his strength, it was intoxicating. She found herself wanting to please him, to make him happy, even if it meant sacrificing her own autonomy.

One day, as they walked through a park, he leaned in close and whispered, "Smile for me, Lily." And without thinking, she did.
Her lips curved up into a genuine smile, and she felt a rush of warmth spread through her body. He smiled back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, and for a moment, she felt like the most important person in the world.

In the art studio, she found herself choosing colors and brushes based on what she thought John would like, seeking his approval with every stroke she made. When he praised her work, she felt a glow of pride that surpassed any self-satisfaction she had ever felt before.
It was as if his opinion had become the sole measure of her worth.

Outside of their daily routines, they continued to spend every waking moment together. At restaurants, she would mirror his gestures and expressions, imitating him like a devoted disciple.
Even when they argued, her sole focus was on winning his approval. She found herself becoming more and more like him, losing pieces of herself along the way.
When they were at home, she would watch him intently as he worked, waiting for him to notice something she had done around the house. The smallest gesture of acknowledgment from him would send her into a fit of giggles, her body responding to his praise as if it were an addictive drug. She knew this wasn't healthy, but she couldn't help herself.

One evening, as they lay in bed together, she couldn't resist asking, "John? Do you ever think about... about what would happen if we weren't together?" There was a brief silence as his strong hands stroked her skin, and she felt herself unconsciously leaning into his touch.
He propped himself up on an elbow, looking down at her with a fierce expression.
"Why would you say that?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate within her very soul.
Lily swallowed, feeling vulnerable. "I don't know. I just... I don't want to lose this. I don't want to lose you."
John leaned down, his eyes searching hers. "You never will," he murmured, his breath warm against her cheek. "As long as you remember who you are, and whose you are."
Lily's heart raced at his words. She knew what he meant, and she didn't want to disappoint him. She nodded eagerly, her voice trembling slightly. "I do, John. I promise."

Their relationship grew more intense, their connection stronger. Every choice she made, every step she took, she craved his approval.
She found herself dressing in the clothes he liked, cooking meals she knew would satisfy his palate, and arranging her apartment to his taste. It wasn't just about pleasing him; it was about feeling whole. Without his nod of approval, she felt incomplete.

Lily began to take up hobbies she never thought she'd enjoy. She started going to the gym, not for her own health, but to impress him with her dedication.
At work, she became a model employee, always volunteering for extra projects and going above and beyond her job description. Her boss, who had once been critical of her work ethic, now praised her constantly.
She would return home each day, exhausted but glowing, eager to share her accomplishments with John.

The more she craved his approval, the more she found herself seeking it in every aspect of her life.
She started to read the books he recommended, even though some of them didn't interest her. She listened to the music he liked, watched the movies he enjoyed, and tried to adopt his tastes as her own. It was as if his validation had become the very air she breathed, and without it, she would suffocate.

Lily's friends began to notice the changes in her, the way she talked about John, the way she lit up when he was around. They were happy for her, but also concerned. They saw her becoming less independent, less like the strong, vibrant woman they had always known.
They tried to express their worries, but she waved them off, insisting that she had never been happier.