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The Installation
Desiring Submission
This story had previously only been available for Silver+ Patrons since early 2022 and is now available to all as part of Flashback Fridays.
Is that what you also want? To be more submissive to your boyfriend?
“Yes, Coach.”
And yet, you’re not giving up control. You’re setting yourself free. It just feels so freeing to allow yourself to let go more and more to Coach’s voice and programming. It just feels so freeing to let go more and more to your boyfriend. Let go of any inhibitions that have kept you from enjoying your submissive desires. Let go of any and all resistance. The more you let go, the more free you feel to be yourself.
Realize now how easy it is to submit further to him right now. You already find yourself wanting to worship his body. Go ahead and soak it in from every angle. Realize how much you want to please this body. Realize that nothing gives you greater pleasure than pleasing him.
“Wow, Coach, he’s really responding to you! He’s already acting much more submissive.”
Yes, he is. But it’s easy to give in to the pleasure of submission in the moment. To make this last, we need to continue training him even further. Go ahead and stand up in such a way that he can begin to worship your cock now.
Continue reading Desiring Submission
Submitting to a New Dominant
The Spa Visit
The Inner Slut is a Submissive Slut
Musky Jocks
Turning a Jock into a CumPig
Ballin’ at the Park
Flashback Friday: Lost & Found
Previously only available to Patrons, all can now enjoy this story with slight edits as part of Flashback Fridays! Original here.
And though the road had little traffic, a few cars had stopped and asked him if he needed a ride. “No, I’m just going for a walk,” he’d end up responding. “Thanks for stopping though!”
He wondered why he kept telling them that when he knew deep down he was meant to hitchhike, but none of them felt right. One was a trucker that seemed like he’d probably want a favor. Another, a mom with some noisy kids. None felt like someone he wanted to hop in with.
It was warm enough to take off his shirt, revealing an incredibly toned physique, but still early enough that he could comfortably enjoy being outdoors.
The only thing that felt right was to keep walking, occasionally breaking to stand to the side when he saw a vehicle approaching. Why did he think he needed to go hitchhiking, but kept turning down rides?
Such questions muddled his mind some more, and he just kept walking until he saw a sleek black car approaching. This time was different than before, as the music coming from the rolled-down windows sounded strangely familiar. He immediately began to feel optimistic that this would be that one, as something about that music made him feel safe.
Why was his mind still muddled though? Why did that music call out to to him? He needed to know why it sounded so familiar. He needed to talk with the driver.