Life as a Submissive (ON HOLD)

Life as a Submissive (ON HOLD)

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Life for Kristie has always been dull. Ever since she was a little girl she'd done what need be done. At the young age of fifteen she'd had to balance a steady job and school after her father walked out, leaving her and her mother to strive for themselves. On top of all that stress she was constantly picked on and nagged at for being boring. No one wanted to associate with the girl who was no fun, and that's exactly what she was... Until the day of her mothers death. She'd just celebrated her twenty-third birthday a week prior when her mother told her, on her death bed, to live life to the fullest now that she was free of her burdens. Kristie took that as a surprise. thinking further into it she realized there was so much more for her to experience. She wanted to experience something new, she just didn't know what that was. That was, until one faithful night, she stumbled into a club for some drinks, only to realize it was a BDSM club. Looking around at the scene before her she came to realize that is what she had been missing. she wanted one of these relationships, and she was bound and determined to get one.
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