Flash Fiction

Submissive Wish

Potluck Soup — Submissive Wish
PotluckSoup — Submissive Wish

When Kumar kicked open the door to his dorm, his usually shy girlfriend was on her knees. A leather-clad dominatrix ebbed from the shadows and pulled a leash tied off to a blue collar.

“Don’t speak,” The dominatrix cut off Kumar before he could. “Your supple little Alex came to me with a desire; to be taken, to be owned, to be a toy for her love’s pleasure.”

Kumar was staggered. He and Alex had been talking about trying powerplay almost a year. It was his fault they’d never tried. He simply didn’t know how to be the dominant one with someonee who was as strong, repsected, and stubborn as Alex.

“Kumar, come and take this leash. Make her body your personal fucktoy.” The dominatrix pulled out a small remote. Pressing it made Alex quiver as a toy vibrated pleasure through her.

“Or, if you wish,” the stranger smiled, “I will use her and you can learn by watching.”

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2 Comments

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    PennyAnte
    May 16, 2020 at 9:29 am

    Potentially dumb question: Is this Alex the same Alex from “The Missing Bag?”

    • Reply
      PennyAnte
      May 16, 2020 at 9:30 am

      Duh, sorry. I didn’t see the tag up top. It is!

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