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12 Steps of Submission


(all characters in this story are at least 18 years old)
* based on a true story *

Step One- I have admitted that I am powerless- that my life has become unmanageable...

Hello, my name is Olivia Fitzgerald and I am a sex addict. It has been a year since I first admitted that aloud. I had known it for a long time before I ever actually admitted it. For as long as I can remember I had snuck off multiple times throughout the day to rub my clit furiously, seeking orgasm after orgasm to relieve the constant ache between my legs. When I climbed into bed at night I frigged myself into an orgasm induced sleep. I matured faster than other girls my age which only made my situation worse. Before I had been content with self-stimulation but once I filled out and I got the attention of boys I did everything in my power to "include" them in my dive into the waters of ecstasy. Due to some harsh and very real threats from my mother I managed to hold onto my virginity until my 18th birthday. I remedied that quickly behind the bleachers over lunch that very day. The moment I came screaming on Spencer's cock I was hooked. I couldn't get enough cock. I spread my legs to any hot blooded male craving that orgasmic bliss that blurred my vision, made my ears rings, and made my toes curl. That was seven years ago. So like I said I have known for a long time that I was a sex addict.

I hated myself after every high waned away. It was not like I wanted to be a slut. I mean, I was... I am a good girl for the most part. I try desperately to be a good Christian girl but when it comes to sex I know I am nothing but a hypocrite. I volunteer in my community. I am an English teacher at the local high school. I work in the daycare at my church. I really am NOT a bad girl. It is just that I am addicted to sex.

As I was saying, it was about a year ago that I first admitted that I was a sex addict. I ended up at a sex addict meeting when I received quite the shock while attending one of the high school football games. I was cheering for our team when I noticed that quarterback from the other team. He was a handsome senior. He was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome... the kind of guy that always caught my eye and made me want to do very, very bad things. The reason he had caught my eye was because the previous weekend while I was out at dinner with a few friends I had run into him on my way to the restroom. Hot blooded young male meet perpetually horny woman.

We fell giggling into the bathroom and locked the door behind us. My little black dress was lifted up over my ass and my panties were ripped off. His jeans and boxers were off in a flash. I ran my hand down his thigh, then his inner thigh, then his balls, and then my hand held his cock. I could feel it throbbing in my hand and I was instantly wet. I started to stroke his cock. Up and down I slowly pumped his cock. He held me against him, rubbing my clit with one hand and fingering my ass with the other. I was moaning loudly against his chest begging him to fuck me.

He happily obliged and I assumed the doggie position on the floor of the bathroom. I heard him spit before I felt it slide over my rosebud. He got me nice and wet and then knelt on the floor behind me. He took his cock and rubbed it up and down my slit lubricating his cock. Then he placed the head of his cock against my rosebud. I took a deep breath and relaxed as his cock began to enter me. Only the very tip of his cock moved in stretching me. He moved in more and his cockhead started sliding into my ass, half of it did as he went slowly. He held my hips and with another shove he pushed his cockhead fully into my ass. He moved in inch by inch until he was buried in my ass. We were both moaning at that point. I tilted my head back to look up at him as he stayed still, buried in my ass and I demanded that he fuck me. And he did.

He slowly started moving in and out of my ass in a steady rhythm. He held my hips tightly. I told him how good he felt inside of me. He did not reply but just moaned. He started fucking me faster and faster until we were both sweating. He was fucking my ass hard, slamming his cock into me. He pumped harder and harder and then he froze and spasmed as he shot his cum into me. He made a few sharp small thrusts as he shot the last of his seed deep into me. I could feel his cock spasm in my ass. I could feel every spurt of his hot cum and feeling it pushed me over the edge.

I pushed back against him and bit down on my hand to muffle the sounds of my screams as my orgasm ripped through me making all of my senses light on fire. As our breathing returned to normal he slowly withdrew his shrinking cock from my ass with a pop. We cleaned up and he put his jeans back on. I was getting ready to step back into my panties when he clucked his tongue at me and took them from me with a seductive grin on his face. I cocked an eyebrow at him with a smirk playing lightly on my lips as he tucked my panties into his back pocket. I never got his name. It was a hard, fast, and altogether fabulous fuck that left us both smiling when we emerged from the bathroom.

With my jaw on the floor and a crimson blush burning my face I knew I needed help. I went to a sex addict meeting the very next day. It was after my first meeting when I had admitted what I was that I ran into Nick Bowman. Perhaps I should have seen it coming. It was after all a meeting for sex addicts but I was surprised nonetheless when Nick pulled me aside to tell me he had a cure for my sex addiction. My first thought was, if he had the cure, why was he at the meeting. I asked him about it to which he coyly replied that he was not a sex addict but rather just a man with unique tastes and on the prowl for a new project. His openness intrigued me so after a brief conversation with him I decided to take him up on his offer for coffee to discuss his so-called cure.

Step Two- I have come to believe that a power greater than myself could restore me to sanity...

We met early the next morning at one of the local Starbucks. I arrived before Nick, order a white chocolate mocha espresso, and took a seat in the back corner waiting for Nick to arrive. He showed up a few minutes after I had taken a seat. He nodded at me and order his drink and joined me at the table.

He was an attractive man. He appeared to be a few years older than me. He was almost a foot and a half taller than me with short, cropped blonde hair and lovely green eyes. He had an amazing smile that lit up his entire face and was so infectious that I could not help but to smile right back at him.

We exchanged polite pleasantries and then he dove right into his cure for my sex addiction.

"Have you ever heard of BDSM?" I am not sure what look crossed my face but he looked amused as he followed up his question with, "I realize that it can sound intimidating. BDSM has gotten a bad reputation but I promise you that if you engage in it with an open mind it can not turn you on in ways that you have never even imagined but it can also give you more control over your urges." Before I could question him about just how it would actually allow me to control my irresistible urges he continued as if reading my mind. "I am a dominate. I expect you to be my submissive if you agree to this. You won't get what you want until I get what I want. I will make demands of you that will push you out of your comfort zone. I will expect you to comply without hesitation. You will be my submissive. You will be vulnerable to my every whim. If you disobey me or disappoint me there will be consequences. You will not like the consequences and you may want to throw in the towel but if you stick with me I can promise that the rewards will far outweigh the consequences. I will expect you to follow my rules such as addressing me as Master. I will deny you pleasure and I will use you for my own pleasure. I will cause you pain and I will humiliate you but it will turn you on and it will force you to learn to control yourself. I will make you experience the best sex of your life, beyond anything you could ever imagine." He paused to sip his coffee.

"Can I give it a test run before I agree to anything? I don't want to get into anything that I will regret and I want a taste of what you are describing to me. To be honest, the idea of it appeals to me on some level but it also terrifies me."

With a slow smile he put his cup down and simply answered, "Yes."

My pussy was wet and all I wanted to do was get fucked... hard! Nick seemed to read my thoughts. He grinned and stood up. He leaned down to whisper in my ear, his breath hot against my skin, "If you really want this met me at the Hilton on Main in an hour. Just give me a text at this number," he handed me his business card, "and I will give you my room number. I hope I will see you there Olivia."

With that he turned and left, leaving me hot with desire and curiosity. I sat there for awhile finishing my coffee, thinking about what Nick had said. Forty-five minutes later I got in my car and headed to the hotel. His offer was too tempting for me to pass up. Just maybe he was right. Maybe this was exactly what I needed.

Step Three- I made the decision to turn my will and my life over to my Master...

I was anything if not punctual. I arrive at the hotel and with trembling fingers I texted Nick that I was there. He texted back his room number a few seconds later. I timidly made my way to his room. I gave a quiet knock and he opened the door, inviting me in. I almost fainted with lust when I saw him. He stood there in only a pair of jeans. He was barefoot. His jeans clung seductively to him, having provocatively from his V lines. His chest was wide and his muscles were defined. He screamed sexuality. I wanted to jump his bones then and there. He caught me starring. Apparently I was obvious in my attraction to him because I just stood there in the doorway stripping him with my eyes before his deep chuckle snapped me out of it.

"I'm glad you like what you see." I blushed and stepped into his room. I stood there awkwardly hearing him close and lock the door.

"Strip." His voice was commanding. His smile was gone and I knew he wasn't joking.

I was a little surprised. I guess I expected him to ease into it. I pulled my green dress up and over my head dropping it to the floor. I stepped out of my brown heels. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, letting it drop to the floor. I slid my thong down my thighs and they joined the rest of my garments on the floor.

My nipples were hard. I was not sure if it was the cool air of the air conditioner or it was my obvious arousal.

"Come here." I stepped towards him blushing.

"Put your hands on your head and do not move them." I did as I was told. He grabbed something from a black overnight bag that had been on the bed. I looked inquisitively at the foreign item in his hands.

It was a silver chain with what appeared to be clips of some kind on either end of it. He rubbed my nipples between his fingers and then he took one of the clips and clasped it around one of my nipples. I shrieked in pain. The pressure was intense, painful, and to my surprise, arousing. He repeated the process with the other nipple. I shrieked again. My nipples were tingled painfully.

He pulled me close for a second and kissed me, grabbing my hair and forcing my head back to expose my neck to him. He nibbled on it and released me.

With a wicked gleam in his eyes he said, "Let the games begin." He grabbed me by the hair again and pulled me to him for another mind blowing kiss.

"Get on the bed." I complied. He grabbed some handcuffs out of his bag and restrained my arms above my head. He pulled a metal rod with leather restraints on both ends out of his bag of toys and attached either end to my ankles immobilized me and spreading my legs wide. He slipped a ball gag in my mouth and clasped it behind my head. I was so turned on I could scarcely breathe. He removed his jeans and what little breath I had left in me caught in my throat as I stared at his erect cock, long and hard and pointing straight at me.

He climbed up on the bed, kneeling beside me. He slid a finger into my wet pussy, making me tremble. I gasped around the ball gag as he added another finger. His thumb rubbed gently across my clit and I screamed into he gag as my orgasm took over my senses unexpectedly. He did not stop. He kept on going, teasing my clit, his fingers penetrating me deeper and deeper. My second orgasm rocked me to my core and I saw stars as I screamed into the gag, thankful that it was muffling me. He continued to use his fingers to draw orgasm after orgasm from my trembling body. The feelings were so intense I could not think straight. I stated to loose count of the orgasms he ripped from me. I could not take any more. I was exhausted and tears slipped form my eyes as my eyes rolled back into my head and I became a ball of screaming orgasmic bliss.

My body was quaking from the intensity of my orgasm. My clit was so sensitive it almost hurt. Nick lifted the restraints on my legs, holding my legs high as he positioned himself between my quivering legs. In one quick thrust he buried his cock deep into my over stimulated cunt. I couldn't do anything but moan as he stretched and filled my pussy. He held there for a moment letting me feel every inch of him throb inside of me.

Just as I thought I was starting to see clearly again he pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the head of his cock in me, and then he slammed into me as hard and as fast as he possibly could. Over and over he thrusts into me furiously, ripping yet another serious of overwhelming orgasm from me. I couldn't stop screaming as my body burned with ecstasy. He reached up and unclasped the clips from my nipples. Waves of new pain rushed to them making the pleasure of my orgasms all the more intense.

I felt his cock spasm and flood my pussy with his cum. My vision got fuzzy and glitter danced in my eyes. My ears rang so loudly that I could not even hear my screams anymore. My toes curled painfully. The room went black.

The next thing I remember Nick was patting me on my cheeks, waking me from my sex induced a coma. I tuned to sit up to realize he had removed all the restraints. He handed me a cup of water and I greedily gulped it down, the cold almost painful against my raw throat. I had begun to recover and I looked up at him almost shyly.

"So little Olivia what do you say? Do you want to agree to my submissive?"

My answer was a resounding "Yes Master."

I left the hotel later completed satisfied, eagerly anticipating what was to come.

Step Four- I made a searching and fearless moral inventory of myself...

A couple of days passed and I remained high on the best sex of my life. I wouldn't' stop smiling. I went through my day to day life feeling like I was floating on a cloud. I had eyes for no one else. The only person on my mind was Nick. Even in my dreams he was the only person who held my interest. I just about jumped out of my skin with excitement when Nick called me.

"Olivia, clear your schedule for the weekend. Meet me at the same Starbucks at 10 on Saturdaymorning."

"I can do that."

"Excuse me?"

"I said I can do that."

He cleared his throat and repeated himself again. "Excuse me?"

Puzzled, I was silent for a few moments before it registered with me what it was that he was expecting of me. "Yes Sir."

"Good girl." Then the line went dead. That was it. Apparently Nick was a man of few words.

Saturday couldn't arrive fast enough. I felt like a school girl ready to go to her first dance. I was giddy, giggly, and altogether so plain ecstatic about seeing Nick again.

He was waiting for me when I arrived at Starbucks and thankfully he had chosen a secluded table. I joined him after getting my coffee and once again he jumped right into what he wanted to discuss. It's a habit of his that I've since grown accustomed to.

"Now that you have had a taste of what I was talking about and you want to continue down this road there are some things that we need to iron out first. As I said earlier, there are some requirements that I expect you to follow. I have a list of them here with me. If you can agree to these we will proceed further." Nick slid the list over to me. Honestly, it surprised me to see so many things written down. I thought it would be maybe five to ten things at tops but once again, he surprised me.

Nick sipped on his coffee as I read through the list.


*The submissive will always undress promptly when alone with Master. The Master may choose to have the submissive wear clothing of his choice if he deems it.

*The submissive is to kneel in the 'present posture' whenever the Master is due to arrive and wait quietly.

*If the submissive wishes to enter a room where the Master is present the submissive must ask permission before doing so.

*The submissive will wear and appreciatively accept any toys that the Master chooses to insert or adorn her with in any circumstance.

*The submissive will address the Master as "Master" or "Sir."

*The submissive will never look the Master in the eye unless the Master requires the submissive to do so.

*The submissive will always thank the Master for an opportunity to serve regardless of the situation.

*The submissive will not sleep with the Master unless it is the express wish of the Master and then this must be seen as a privilege. It can be taken away at any time as a form of punishment.

*The submissive will not speak unless spoken to.

*The submissive may request an opportunity to speak if there is something pressing to discuss during times when the Master commands silence.


*The submissive will receive visitors at the door wearing whatever the Master has commanded.

*The submissive must use high protocol when the Master commands it.

*The submissive will greet visitors in whatever way the Master commands.

*The submissive must remain attention to visitors at all times.

*The submissive will not refer to anyone use his or her first name.

*The submissive must be ready at all times to do as commanded.

*The submissive will serve everyone as requested, kneeling to each person as they are presented.

*The submissive will not speak unless spoken to.

*The submissive will not use furniture and will kneel on the floor until her services are required.


*The submissive must always ask permission before using the bathroom or taking a shower.

*The submissive is not allowed to close the bathroom door as they have no privacy.

*The submissive must calmly accept when the Master decides that a bathroom break will not be allowed.


*Punishment takes precedence over any other command.

*The submissive is not allowed to touch herself in a sexual way without the Master's permission.

*The submissive must show gratitude for punishments.

*The submissive must be clean and pleasant to the senses at all times.

*The submissive must accept correction gracefully and maintain a grateful presence after the fact.

*The submissive will shave any body hair and maintain this at all times. If this is not done punishment will be given.

*The submissive must confess to disobedience and take responsibility even when the Master is not present and beg for punishment.

*The submissive must always maintain the punishment.

*The submissive must always be ready for any form of sexual service.

*The submissive will not be allowed to have an orgasm without permission.

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