The college cuckold fantasy
đź’• The Sissy Submission Fantasy đź’•
THE SISSY SUBMISSION FANTASY Ashley stood backlit in the doorway, a goddess carved from gold and shadow. Her blonde hair swept back, revealing a smile that promised absolute, sweet destruction. She wore only a sheer, black lace slip, barely containing the breathtaking curve of her generous bust. The air in the room thickened with jasmine and authority. You were already on your knees, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. This was the moment you had waited for, the glorious surrender to her beautiful, perfect reign. “Look at me, darling,” she commanded, her voice a low, silken thrum. You complied instantly, eyes traveling up the long, powerful line of her legs, stopping where the lace pressed against her skin. Her power was intoxicating. She stepped closer, watching your gaze linger, savoring your desperate adoration. Ashley knew exactly what fueled your desires. She reached behind her, pulling a small, shimmering object from a pedestal. It was silk, delicate, and utterly feminine—the symbol of your true role. “Today, we make the fantasy real,” she purred, dropping the dainty garment into your trembling hands. “You will serve, and you will adore the look I create.” She watched, amused, as you struggled to obey, the blend of embarrassment and burning excitement making your movements clumsy. Humiliation was the key to this sweet freedom. When the transformation was complete, Ashley let out a soft, approving sigh. She knelt down, her face close to yours, the warmth of her body overwhelming. “Perfect,” she whispered, her scarlet lips curling into a triumphant smirk. “Now, tell me who you belong to.” You had no choice, only utter devotion. You spoke her name, the sound of your submission sealing your fate. You were hers, completely and blissfully, ready to serve her every command.