Her Submission

A prick of a thorn on porcelain skin, an acceptance of authority

Red on white, a promise of devotion

Her gift of life, a forever eternity

This is her desire, complete submission…



I hate your fucking guts… Her harsh words were heartfelt.



Bonding. The word alone was foreign. For Craig Brannan, his life was filled with work, endless days of long hours and meetings. Barely making ends meet, he was terrified his company would go under. His marriage tentative at best, he was convinced they’d lost their way, divorce imminent. Barely friends and no longer lovers, there was no light at the end of the darkened tunnel, no salvation for two very different souls. And so he buried himself in work.



Discipline. The word brought shivers. For Kacey Brennan, she was no longer in control of her relationship, perhaps even her mind. She certainly wasn’t living the life she thought at nearly fifty. Then again, she was hiding behind a mask, one slipped in place during her youth. Her marriage suffering, she’d learned to hate the man she once loved, but she absolutely loathed herself. She could see no way back from the brink, no way to fix something so broken. And so she began to pull away, acting out against his authority.



Submission. The word was exciting, yet brought apprehension. After friends suggested they consider a D/s lifestyle, they quickly rushed into the decision, only to find they weren’t ready for something so consuming, life altering. Floundering, the arguments continued, her behavior escalating until they were done. Finished. Would an epiphany of the heart be enough to stop what would destroy them both? A lingering thought remained â€" could she learn to submit to the only man who managed to unlock the woman inside, the one hungering for complete domination?