The submissive's story

Hannah's surrender

Once Hannah left, Caleb realized he actually wanted her submission. He was unsure of how it was all gonna work, but he knew he had to try it. Even if he had to take it slow, he would do that for her.

A few days later, he invited her back to his house.
When she got there, she wasn't nervous at all. She was at ease because ever since that night, they'd been talking nonstop and getting comfortable with each other.
"So," Caleb said, taking a breath, "I really want you to be my sub. I wanna see where this goes, and how this works out."
Looking a bit shocked, she agrees.
They go inside, and he smiles. "let's see how submissive you are. Kneel." She does the slave pose; head down, eyes to the ground, and her hands on her thighs, open and trusting. He walks out of the room, then comes back a few minutes later carrying a collar and leash, 2 nipple clamps and a cane. She looked a bit mortified as she stared at the cane. She knew what a bite they had but she didn't care at this point. He places the clamps on her nipples, and a moan escapes her. She felt her body relax and she surrendered.
"Get on all fours, my little slave."
Immediately she does. He places the collar and leash around her neck and she stares into his gray eyes. He pulls her forward and she collapses on top of him. She was puddy in his hands.
His hands roamed over her body possessively, then marked her with the cane.
She took every second of it. She craved every single whack. It was like a drug to her:
This was gonna be a beautiful experience. She was excited for the future.
He gently cuddled her and she fell asleep.