Publisher's Synopsis
Read the full series, A Submissive's Surrender, Parts 1-3.
Part 1:"It is time, little one," His sexy voice purred through the telephone. My heart fluttered, clutching the receiver to my ear.
"What shall I do, Master?" I whispered, voice quavering slightly.
"The car shall be there tomorrow at 8 am to collect you. You shall wear a simple dress, no undergarments. Bring only your purse, your telephone, and any legal documents that you may require. We will take care of the rest."
The flutters in my heart were now clenching my belly. I was nervous, excited. There was a strange buzzing in my head. I wondered if I would pass out.
"Yes, Master. And for tonight?"
"This is your last night of freedom for an exceedingly long time, little one. Celebrate as you will but do nothing to harm that precious body of mine or interfere with your ability to serve."
"Yes, Master. I understand."
"Of course, you do, my darling. Until tomorrow." The telephone clicked and he was gone. Part 2:
I felt, open, dirty, displayed. Was this what I wanted?
I knew that if I ever wanted to leave, Master would release me. It might be a few months of transition to reclaim my freedom, but it was possible.
I thought about my life before. It was certainly full and fun, yet I always felt a vague yearning for this life. Now that I was experiencing it, would I really want to leave it?
No, I knew that I did not want to leave. I think that understanding that it was an option helped me to stay. As long as my captivity was my choice, I would stay forever.
With resolve, I made the decision that this was exactly what I wanted, and I would serve my Master, even when I found it challenging. My mind made up, I felt a new sense of purpose and determination. Part 3:
"I am yours, Master, in both body and soul," I pledged.
Master pulled me forward into his arms, rolling me back under him. My arms were still bound behind me and trapped. Master knelt up and pulled my legs wide open.
"Mine," He answered, his blazing eyes feasting upon my body before trapping my eyes with his intense gaze.
His eyes never left mine, as he slid firmly inside of me again. He plunged to the hilt, and my mouth opened in a cross between a cry and a moan of ecstasy.
His thrusts were forceful, and brutal, demanding my unequivocal surrender, and I eagerly gave it all to him.
