A new realization of control and submission by BradDog
Discover a tantalizing journey of desire and power in ‘A New Realization of Control and Submission’ by BradDog. Dive into an intimate world where boundaries are tested and passions ignite, exploring the thrilling dynamics of control and surrender. Unleash your fantasies and let the adventure begin!
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She was about 26 years old. She was an intellectually adept woman who was grew up in so-called normal circumstances and had the usual amount and style of interpersonal relationships and childhood experiences. She grew up the eldest daughter of two with capable, respectable parents who loved her. To meet her meant meeting someone pleasant, polite and aware of her social surroundings. However, growing deep inside through high school and her 2 years in college and beyond were fragmented pieces of tension building and creating frustration in her most personal relationships. Always the confident person, she began fantasizing more and more she about being in control of those around her, particularly in sexual situations. She pieced together that these fantasies and the growing frustration she was feeling in her relationships were connected. She wondered how deep this growing identity within herself went and how far she would explore it to feel satisfied. She had no definitive conclusions, just questions, suspicions and fantasies. But that was about to change.
Samantha was about 5-7 tall, had light brown, confident eyes and medium brown straight hair grown generously to the middle of her back. She had fair, creamy white skin that contrasted with her darker hair and eyes. Her hair was kept styled and healthy. She was neat, organized and usually calm under pressure. She gave the impression she was a woman who would do well in business with her new clothes, kept hair and focused demeanor. She was not overweight but had some extra padding in her hips and ass pushing them out exaggerated by her tight waist and displaying an overall curvy, eye catching figure. Her shoulders and chest were thin which were slightly disproportionate to her sumptuous hips and butt. Her breasts were ample but not heavy. They were not perfect, but mature so that she looked like a sexy, developed woman. She liked her body and that was what she figured meant most to her. She was not a naive skin tight adolescent. She also wasn’t really the kind of girl routinely in barely any clothes men would identify immediately as a sex toy. She was the kind of under-the-radar girl people suspected had more going on in her mind than she lead on, and when she was out with friends or even just shopping, her ample, sometimes pushed up breasts, sexy curvy figure, and no-smile confidence were often more likely to intimidate than draw an objectifying fan club. In her adult life, she was sometimes so confident appearing and down to business she was sometimes suspected or accused of being a lesbian.
When two strangers catch eye contact and hold it long enough for them to realize they’re curiously drawn in about something, that is the first step toward a relationship that can turn into something life altering. She saw him from down the isle in a generic grocery store; an ironic place to meet someone who might bring intense experience and satisfaction to your life. As she paid direct but superficial attention to him, watching him mill over the tags on frozen dinners she first noticed his face. He had handsome features with light colored, focused eyes, and about the same age as her, roughly. His body was lean and athletic and his dress casual but trendy. She wondered to herself if she could be attracted to him.
She gave up fantasizing and redirected her focus to the items on her to-buy list. Before Sam noticed Brad though, he had first noticed her for those reasons that men usually first notice women. His eye was caught at first by the sexy curves of her body – the way the thin cotton of her warm-up pants clung to her hips and the ripe curve of her ass cheeks, and the way her hair thinly shrouded the curves of her chest as it laid lazily across her shoulders. Before he knew he’d get caught staring he returned to his business. When he was done picking out what he wanted for dinner for the next couple of nights he turned to head down the isle. Spontaneously he decided to head down toward Sam. As he walked, he gazed in her general direction hoping to catch a more solid view of her. Feeling his approach, she turned to face the on comer and caught his eye already pondering making her acquaintance. Chemistry. What causes it? Most of us don’t know, but it made him say hello without a thought.
Though their sexual identities were different from each other it could be said that both of their sexual backgrounds were pretty similar. Both had had long relationships, though she tended to get out when her inner fires weren’t being met quicker than he did. Both were deeply sexual, so much so that neither had experienced their full sexual potential with another partner. What they really had in common is that they were both by mainstream society’s standards deviant, indulging in private sexual fantasies realized by nature of their being frequent masturbators indulging in and craving the taboo seeking stronger and stronger sensations. That subject material is what makes their fantasies stand out. She felt she wanted to force her desires on and into the people around her with how she wanted them to feel pleasure. She thought about anyone that would make a good candidate to perform against their usual will. Her neighbors husbands and sometimes their wives had been the subject of her fantasies, partly of course because they were a couple. Or she’d go as far as to think of spreading the minds and legs of their curious sons or daughters and then force their parents to enjoy the outcome. She would skillfully indulge in her desire to be felt, propelling them with new delicious experiences of their own hidden or undiscovered desires.
Even if some fantasies would forever remain just that, happening upon the people around her, she often dreamt about what it would be like to get a reaction from them as she seduced their thoughts and then their bodies with kinkiness. Some sexual acts in various forms gave way after indulging in fantasies of people being subjected to her viewpoint of their purposefulness, or just because the deviance of a particular act felt satisfying. The fantasy of the taboo portions of dominance embellished how deeply she could bend their will. As she found her mind discovering and bathing in these rich, dark places, she racked her body against them melting in her own desires, often times cumming. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t or even didn’t feel love and even sympathy for people. She genuinely liked and respected certain people. She generally wasn’t manipulative or deceitful. It was just that her inner urges made her feel that imposing on people had such a compelling sexual appeal.