I was seeking a domestic submissive to assist with weekly apartment tidying in exchange for being under my direction and serving naked.


At a play party, I met an older gentleman who later shared his nervousness about attending without a dominant partner. However, he was driven by his desire to submit to a dominant female and saw the party as an opportunity to make his interests known."


"It was one of those typical corporate events, complete with an open bar and mediocre hors d'oeuvres. However, I enjoyed the ambiance and appreciated the chance to network with like-minded individuals. Plus, the party provided the perfect setting to find a new submissive.


I noticed him standing alone across the room, looking rather forlorn. He was fidgeting with his loin cloth and sipping a bottle of water. The party's theme, 'predator and prey,' was humorously illustrated by the uniform attire of the submissives – nothing but loin cloths."


The dominant women were dressed in a variety of costumes, ranging from huntress to dungeon mistress. Some had brought their own submissive partners, while others were attending to seek out new prey.


I was drawn to his demeanor and quickly sensed his vulnerability, much like a lioness spotting a wounded gazelle separated from its herd. He appeared to be unaccompanied, so I decided to approach him."


For my own amusement, I stealthily closed in, engaging in a playful game of predator and prey. Unnoticed, I narrowed the distance between my quarry and his chance for escape. When I was about five meters away, he became aware of my presence. Our eyes met across the room, and he was rendered helpless, his choices taken away. Like a mesmerized mouse, he froze, anticipating the inevitable.


That's the natural order of things. Some individuals are born to serve. Those men will never truly find contentment until they're part of a committed Female-Led Relationship or assume a submissive role. This one showed all the signs of a suitable domestic submissive.
As I brеachеd thе pеrimеtеr of his pеrsonal spacе, hе stoppеd fiddling and downеd half thе bottlе of watеr. I noticеd his loincloth had bеgun growing a littlе tеnt. By thе timе I got closе еnough to chеck out thе circus bеtwееn his lеgs, hе was practically on his knееs in gratеful anticipation. I stood closе еnough to makе anyonе who wasn't a sub fееl еxtrеmеly uncomfortablе. Togеthеr wе watchеd as thе tеnt covеring his loins grеw into a 'big top'. Our еyеs mеt again and I hеld his gazе as thе tеnt polе rеachеd its zеnith.


I noticed you seemed idle. Fetch me a lime and soda from the bar." I smiled, observing the hope in his eyes. He wondered if I'd claim him, a prize to be won.


I decided to fuel his anticipation. "To answer your unspoken question, the answer is yes, but only if you follow instructions.


I watched him hurry off, navigating through the crowd to fetch my d***k. I knew he'd return promptly, eager to demonstrate his obedience. His bare behind looked appealing in motion; it would look even better trembling under my crop.


For now, I've decided to keep him. He seems to need guidance, and I'm willing to provide it... for the evening, at least."


I wore a sleek leather corset, paired with thigh-high leather boots and heels, and a black leather thong. My hair was styled in long braids, secured with two steel combs at the back of my head. A riding crop was draped over my wrist, completing my ensemble.


My new submissive returned, carefully balancing his assignment. The noticeable bulge in his loincloth had subsided, but not disappeared. I instinctively knew that small talk would be futile with this creature, so I opted for a direct approach, one that would be both effective and entertaining.