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By *oppyKink OP Woman 4 days ago
Near Chester |
I still remember the first time I truly submitted. It was a mix of nerves, excitement, and curiosity that had been building for weeks. My ex-boyfriend had been teasing the idea for a while, dropping hints and testing my boundaries in little ways, but this night felt different. There was something in the air—a quiet confidence in him that both thrilled and terrified me.
We started with wine and conversation, his tone playful but laced with an edge that made my cheeks flush. He asked if I trusted him. I nodded, feeling my stomach flip as he took my hand and led me to the bedroom. On the bed lay silk scarves, soft to the touch yet hinting at something more. “Do you want this?” he asked, his voice low and steady. My heart was racing, but I managed a whispered, “Yes.”
He tied my wrists gently but firmly, the smooth fabric brushing against my skin, leaving me feeling exposed yet strangely secure. “Breathe,” he said, his hands tracing my arms. “You’re safe with me.” It was in that moment I realised submission wasn’t about losing control—it was about trusting someone enough to let them take the lead.
Every touch was deliberate, every instruction whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine. He guided me, teasing and testing, pushing me to let go of the walls I didn’t even know I’d built. I was completely in the moment, no thoughts, no decisions—just him, his voice, his hands, and the delicious anticipation of what was to come.
When he blindfolded me, the world around me disappeared. My senses heightened, every sound and touch amplified, every breath shared between us. I wasn’t just giving him control; I was giving myself permission to feel without overthinking, to explore without judgment, to surrender without fear.
By the end of the night, I was a trembling, blissed-out mess, and I realised something had shifted in me. Submitting wasn’t about weakness or powerlessness—it was about sharing trust and intimacy on a level I hadn’t experienced before. It was exhilarating, liberating, and deeply satisfying in a way I hadn’t expected.
Looking back, it wasn’t just about what happened that night—it was about what it unlocked in me. It was the start of a journey, one that I’m still exploring and loving every step of. |
