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Chapters (58)
  1. Full Page Image
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Important Note:
  5. ~ Ground Zero ~
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. ~ Absolutely ~
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. ~ Someone To Feed It ~
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. ~ I’ve Got You Now ~
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-One
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. ~ Him ~
  32. Chapter Twenty-Three
  33. Chapter Twenty-Four
  34. Chapter Twenty-Five
  35. Chapter Twenty-Six
  36. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  37. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  38. ~ As I Fall ~
  39. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  40. Chapter Thirty
  41. Chapter Thirty-One
  42. Chapter Thirty-Two
  43. Chapter Thirty-Three
  44. Chapter Thirty-Four
  45. Chapter Thirty-Five
  46. Chapter Thirty-Six
  47. ~ The Luckiest Girl In The World ~
  48. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  49. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  50. Two Months Later
  51. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  52. Chapter Forty
  53. Chapter Forty-One
  54. Chapter Forty-Two
  55. Six Months Later
  56. Chapter Forty-Three
  57. Acknowledgments
  58. Also by WS Greer

I actually spent some time on a couple of BDSM and kink dating apps, too. I had a bad night a few weeks after the Unbound incident and impulsively hopped onto a couple of apps to see what was out there in the world of kink. It was all because of a weird, submissive urge that struck in the middle of the night after I dreamt about Nas. My imagination went wild in my sleep, forcing me to think about Nas standing over me at the entrance to the Kingdom wearing nothing but an open robe. His heavy cock hung right in front of my face, and it took everything in me to obey him and not reach for it. He stalked around me, letting the tails of his black flogger gently caress my body as he walked in a circle. He stopped at my back and placed a blindfold over my eyes and a ball gag in my mouth before whispering in my ear, “You’re mine, and I’m yours,” just as he whipped me across the back.

The sharp pain of the flogger jolted me back into a terrified and horny state of consciousness that sent me scrambling for my phone. I was so close to texting Nas that I’d actually written out a message telling him I was willing to forgive him for using me to try to make money, as long as he took me back into the Kingdom tonight. At that moment, I needed it. I needed to feel like I belonged to someone who wanted to claim me, to own me. The power of being a submissive overwhelmed me that night, but instead of pressing send on the text to Nas, I signed up for kink dating apps, only to find that those apps are worse than Tinder. They were flooded with men looking to take advantage of a woman’s desire to be submissive. They wanted an immediate dynamic with women they didn’t even know, let alone vet and take the time to learn about. Twenty-four hours didn’t even pass before I had deleted everything but Tinder. That's when the voice of my dark desires returned, and it hasn't stopped since.

Before today, I was making myself comfortable with the fact that I really might be alone for a while. I took DeShaun’s advice and refused to lower my standards, and just like DeShaun said, it has been lonely. However, I’ve been okay with it up to this point, minus having to ignore the voice of my masochism screaming to be abused.