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He thought he would try his hand at writing some erotica. He wasn't getting it at home like he wanted, so he thought this to be a safe way to express his desires and fantasies through the written word. He was new to the world of domination. It was the rage, right? Everyone was talking about it, and the more he heard, the more intrigued he became. What exactly did that look like? How does one dominate another? Where does one find someone willing?

The writing began, and his character was bold and took a chance. Before too long, the man on the pages was living out the author's fantasies of dominance, creativity, and fulfillment of control that, quite honestly, he could only write about. The years of unfulfilled sex left him wondering if he was desirable. Wondering if he still had "it".

An online group for fans of erotica proved to be a safe place to test the waters to an unknown audience who also shared an affinity for kink. The response was startling. Women praised him. Excitement began to build. The words of affirmation ignited a desire to continue to produce. He began to wonder if he could be the lover the character he created was.

One fan in particular was of great interest as she described being drawn in, experiencing the emotions of the submissive in the story, wanting desperately to be controlled in that manner herself. The two realized their close proximity, and again, thoughts swirled in his head. "Is this me?" "Can I control like my character?" "Would someone really consent to my control like I have written?" Doubt was his biggest enemy.

He mustered up the courage to invite her to coffee. He walked in, looked around, then spotted her, staring at him. Smiling. Giggling. He ordered his, and sat down to begin a conversation that would change the direction of his life. Within an hour, he knew he had found his sub. As he kissed her goodnight, he was already thinking ahead. "What now?" he wondered. "How will this work?"

Over the course of four weeks, he experienced the emotional rollercoaster of beginning a new relationship. The careful, tedious process of covering his tracks to avoid being caught took its toll on him mentally, but what transpired within the relationship made it all worthwhile. The two met for lunch frequently, laughing, talking, and yes, falling in love. This was a love he had not yet experienced. This was a love where she was willingly giving herself, exposing her weaknesses and revealing the messiness of her life. And he loved her more deeply. He loved her unconditionally. He would be the one to pick up the broken pieces and help put her heart and soul back together. It was a role he once dreamed of, then wrote about, and was now experiencing firsthand.

"How far have you read in the book?" he asked one day.

"Through chapter five," she replied.

"I've written six and seven."

"I can't wait to read them," she smiled.

"I have a better idea. Let me read six to you. I think you will like it better that way."

The date was set. He picked her up. She was in a short dress, just like the sub in the book. He was in slacks, a button-down shirt, and a tie, just like his Dom. They returned to his place and he had her stand at the foot of his bed.

"I am going to read the story, and you will do just as the sub does." He proceeded to blindfold her as the good sub in the story did, and she dropped to her knees. He approached her and bound her hands to the bed as he read those very words from the pages of the story. The story continued, and he noticed his sub was two lines ahead with her reactions. When he read, "I unzipped my pants" from the story, her lips parted before he could tell that part of the story. His body was shaking. He stumbled over the words HE had written himself. "I traced her lips with the tip of my cock." Shaking. This was the most exciting moment of foreplay he had ever experienced...reading the words to his sub and experiencing all of the emotion he had once poured onto the page, he now felt those emotions in the flesh. "Open your lips wider," he read, and she did. Once his cock was in her mouth, she began to suck furiously before he read, "She began to bob her head up and down my cock, sucking furiously." The room began to spin. This was truly a new height of ecstasy first created in his mind and now being experienced by his two characters. Only it was real. "I stepped back away from her, and she gasped, struggling to catch her breath." Yes, she was already there. When he leaned into his sub as his Dom did in the story, her breathing quickened and her legs began to shake. His mouth was completely dry. "If you do everything I say, you will experience pleasure like never before." Before he could read the next line, his sub answered, "yes sir...yes sir." He placed his hand inside her thigh, just like the man in the book. Yet again, her responses matched.

They rose, and he turned her around and entered her from behind. Her arms extended from the footboard of the bed, he proceeded to fuck her hard. Within moments their legs were wobbly and he took her to the bed. He knew she was completely his, yielding to each movement he made. He forced her face down on the bed, and once again entered her from behind, straddling her as he did. He wrapped an arm around her chest and pulled her in closely. He pulled her hands behind her, holding them between their two bodies. She was completely at his mercy. Adrenaline was shooting through his body and as he fucked her, he experienced a new sense of raw passion. Her breath was quick. Her moans distinct. He slapped her ass with his free hand and she let out a cry. He fucked her hard. She whimpered how deep he was. He leaned to her ear and said, "You belong to me now." She responded with a deep exhale, turned her head, and kissed him passionately.

He discovered she had been his all along. While he was developing the story, she was longing to be in his story. The lovemaking was wet, messy, passionate and more fulfilling than anything he could have penned.

she was His sub.

He was her Dom.