A sub at heart

by MistressValentina

Tags: #D/s #dom:female #f/f #multiple_partners #pov:bottom #sub:female #bondage #corruption #domination #flirting #gentle_femdom #microfiction #second_person

I knew you were destined to be a slave the moment I saw you…and I think you knew it too… Your friends were so judgemental…but they were slaves at heart too…

Copied over from my twitter: https://twitter.com/Valentina_NSFW

My eyes are on you from the moment you stepped into the bar. Biding my time. Watching. Waiting. A predator never makes a move without considering every possibility. Let the target let their guard down. No booze; I like to keep my mind sharp and my senses clear. I can see you sneaking glances at me when you think I'm not looking. That's ok. I don't mind. I like to make my prey make the first move, let them come to me. Make sure they feel comfortable. After all, there were plenty of other seats at the bar. And yet, you chose to sit next to me. The thrill of the hunt sets my body on edge as I feel your eyes upon me, reeling you in as I deliberately refuse to move my eyes from the wall of backlit, colorful bottles.


That's it. Take in the outfit I've picked out to appeal specifically to people like you. Notice all the...little hints I left for people like you. The tall, perfectly shined leather boots. The chain wrapped around my waist, acting as a belt, topped with a shiny brass lock. The black leather harness over a crisp, clean white collared shirt. The handcuff earrings. The key dangling from a delicate chain around my neck. The short, shiny latex jacket, studded with studs. Is it just a fashion statement or...something else?
I give you time to let the question bounce around in your head, and just before you steel yourself to ask, I pounce. I turn my head, locking eyes as I catch you staring at me. As if I haven't noticed you doing it for the past ten minutes.


"Hey~".
We both know you've been caught. You nervously stammer out a 'hey' in response.
"I like your collar." I say, nonchalant, as if I can't tell the effect those words have on you. Because we both know that's what it is. Not a necklace. Not a choker. A collar. I tell you as much, as I turn to you and cross my legs.

"You look cute when you blush." I say, watching you squirm over the rim of my glass. "Wouldn't you agree?"
"I don't know," you stammer. "I guess I can't tell."
"You can't tell?" I gasp in mock astonishment. "Do you need someone to tell you what you are?"
You nod, shyly, before you even recognize the full extent of what I'm saying. Too late. Blushing, you try to walk it back; "wait, no-"
"No? Are you sure?"
 
You melt under my gaze. I don't have to say a word.
"Before we go any further..." I say, leaning forward. "Look into my eyes and tell me you want this. Tell me that you want to submit to me." Then: "My eyes are up here, cutie."
I can see you weighing your response.
"If you want me to stop, I'll stop." I tell you, and you nod. "Just say the word. Ok?"
You nod, and we both know you're mine.
"What's your safeword?" I whisper.
"Malort."
"Really? I say, eyebrow raised.
"I really fucking hate Malort."
"Then you better be a good girl for me, hm?" I say, gently placing a finger under your chin. I can tell it takes all your self control to hold in a moan. You nod, too shy to speak.
"Can I ask you something?" You ask, nervous.
"Of course~"
You lean in close, breath hot on my ear as you whisper.
"Take me home. Make me yours." Then, breathy: "Please."
I hook a finger through the loop of your collar, stopping you from pulling back, my teeth brushing against your neck.
"Please...Mistress." A whisper back. A gentle correction. A lesson I won't let you forget.
I feel you nod. "Yes Mistress."
"Good girl."
Your thighs squeeze together, face flushing bright red.
"I don't see why I should carry my purse. Not when I've got a good girl to carry it for me."
I drop it in your lap. You catch it before it falls to the floor. Good girl.
"And since I've got a good girl to carry it for me, I can do this."
With that, I unclip the strap from the purse, taking one end in hand and clipping the other to your collar.
"Good Girl."
Because that's what you are. And now everyone can see that you're my Good girl.
I look to you, smiling. "Shall we?"
You nod. Good girl.

A sudden look of realization comes over your face.
"Oh...I promised my friends I'd tell them before I left."
"Oh? Do you want them to see you like this?"
I can tell you're nervous. But you give a nod. Good girl. You introduce me to your friends. They're nice, but...so judgemental. I see how their eyes narrow when they see me walk up holding your leash. That's ok. I've seen it before.
But what's this? Hiding just under the surface...is that...jealousy? Desire? Now this is interesting~
Why don't they tag along? I don't mind. Four is a crowd, and we both know you love being shown off to a crowd. And if they decide to participate...even better.

Once we're at my place, the clothes come off, and the restraints go on...your friends watch as I play with you. We had a little talk while you were getting ready, a talk about consent and safewords and what they meant. It was new to them, but they got the gist. And as I restrained you, arms pulled to the ceiling, legs spread apart, eyes blindfolded...I could see them start to get interested. And as I teased you, edged you, praised and degraded you...I saw them start to understand. One by one, they joined in.
And one by one, I showed them. I showed them what a good pet you were for me. You even came with your own collar. But I didn't stop there. They wanted to join you in submission, and who was I to refuse?

I showed them the escapist pleasure of being a Toy...the cold comfort of being programmed into a Drone...the sweet debasement of becoming an Object...the divine sensation of being a brat that gets broken.
None of you had any idea you would end the night this way. Submissive. Bound. Collared. Mine. And yet...here you are~
And something tells me tomorrow will end the same way...and the day after that...and the day after that...and the day after that...for the rest of our lives.
You are Mine. And I am Yours.
x12

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