I was almost done. I laid across my roof, staring at the stars as I twirled the knife in my hand. I had left a note written for my parents to see when the got home from work in the morning. They needed to know none of this was my fault and that I loved them. I didn't want them to blame themselves. I called my friends, telling them I loved them as well and that in the time I had them as friends; were some of the best times I've had. As I was about to end it, my last sight to be the stars, she pulled in. WARNING THIS STORY HAS BDSM CONTENT AND THE BEGINNING COULD BE TRIGGERING.

Guys, just so you know this story is fictitious. A relationship or any of this would not happen this quickly. I'll try to write one more... Realistic sometime. Please enjoy though!! I saw her. I watched in amazement as she walked through doors of my college. Black pants with grey and black striped button up shirt. Her hair, dark brown, fell beautifully down her back. She kept kinda quiet but not in a shy way. She gave off an aura of confidence. She had a fire in her eyes. My knees went weak as my heart pace raced as she passed by. I had to hold my locker to keep standing and I swear... She glanced at me and smirked when she saw me. My name is Jack. A simple name, a simple guy, with a simple insatiable desire. To serve. I'm a pet, a slave, a submissive. I knew when I saw her... I knew I belonged to her.

Will is a freshly dumped, broke, 27 year old. after a devastating break up with his girlfriend/mistress, go goes to her work to say goodbye before committing suicide. but then he meets kacey.

What do you do when live your whole life, raised as a dominant, but never enjoying it? My world is split in two. You're either born dominant or submissive. My whole life I've questioned myself, never sure what I really was. But I think I'm about to find out. (FxM, BDSM content. This is a spin off of the story world created by my friend bdsmlife. Her story, "Words". Please go read her stories they are truly amazing! My inspiration. Credit goes to her for this story.)