Savannah's Service Submission

It had been so long since I'd shared a fantasy with one of my dominants that I had almost forgotten mentioning it at all. The memory only resurfaced when my dominant told me he planned to let me put that fantasy to the test and soon.

He has always been a master of teasing, revealing just enough to keep my mind racing while withholding the details that would satisfy my curiosity. He plays with my thoughts so effortlessly, weaving through my fantasies and desires with precision. Just the mention of exploring my service submissive side--testing how obedient I can truly be--sends a thrill through me, a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.

"Arrive at 197 Letts Road at 6 PM on Friday. Wear lace. You will be expected to obey for the evening."

That was the message I received from my dominant, Connor, on Tuesday. He already knew my schedule well enough that he didn't need to ask if I was free. I liked this display of dominance, the way he took control of my time with a simple, direct message. I could hear his voice in the words, making them even more intoxicating. He knows that verbal reinforcement of my submission is one of my biggest turn-ons.

By the time Friday arrives, I'm dressed with my favorite lace beneath my outfit, my pulse humming with nervous energy. It's the kind of nervousness that fuels my excitement--a delicious rush of adrenaline.

Connor greets me at the door, guiding me inside to the living room. There, seated on the sofa, is my other dominant, Jade. With a firm but steady touch on my shoulder, Connor directs me toward her. As he takes a seat beside Jade, his guiding hand presses down, silently instructing me to kneel before them.

"I'm proud of you for arriving on time today, Savannah. It's a good way to start the evening as we test your submission and desire to please," Connor says, his voice steady and approving.

A smile spreads across my face as his praise washes over me, warm and intoxicating.

"Connor shared with me your fantasy of submitting and serving in a more structured setting," Jade says, her voice steady and authoritative. "We planned this together. Tonight, you will serve us under higher protocol and will be expected to behave accordingly. Before we begin, we will review what you must know, remember, and follow throughout the evening. The first lesson is positions. I believe Connor has already taught you the first one. Please assume Nadu for me."

I spread my knees apart and rest my hands, palms up, on my thighs, presenting myself in Nadu.

"Beautiful," Connor murmurs in approval. His gaze lingers for a moment before he continues, his tone firm yet measured. "Listen closely, because you will be expected to remember everything you are told. Tonight, you will serve us completely. Whatever task we give you, we expect obedience--immediate and without hesitation. This is not a night for your brat to emerge. Tonight, you will fully embrace your submission and your desire to please us."

A rush of excitement surges through me at his words, sending a spark of arousal through my body. Heat blooms across my face, a blush I can't control. Even with complete trust in them, I still feel shy when placing myself in such vulnerability.

"You may be expected to bring us drinks, put on a show, serve us with your mouth, or anything else we decide," Connor continues, his tone firm and unwavering. "Disobedience will not be tolerated. If you fail to follow an order promptly or choose to be a brat, punishment will be swift."

"I want you to learn another position for tonight. I call it 'present,'" Connor instructs, his voice calm and reassuring but the dominance can't be missed. "You will face away from us, spread your knees, and lower your face to the ground. This will present your holes to us. You will also be wearing a plug for the evening."

Connor has always enjoyed training my ass with plugs, gradually preparing me for more. He's conditioning me to take something real--something warm and fleshy--instead of the silicone I've grown accustomed to.

I turn around and lower my face to the ground, presenting my ass to my dominants. Thankfully, I'm still clothed--if I weren't, the humiliation of this position would be even more intense. Even so, a flush of embarrassment creeps over me, mixing with the undeniable arousal that comes from being exposed. The shame of enjoying my own humiliation still unsettles me, yet I can't deny how much it turns me on.

"The next and final position you must remember tonight is how you will present items while serving us," Jade instructs, her voice steady and authoritative, drawing me deeper into my submissive headspace. "When fetching something, you will kneel in front of us, holding the item in your hands as if offering it. You will remain in this position until the item is taken and you are released into another. For example, if you bring us a drink, this is how you will present it."

"One final rule for the evening," Connor adds after Jade's instructions, his tone firm and unwavering. "You will not speak unless spoken to or given permission. If you need something--such as adjusting a position or using the bathroom--you may ask. Otherwise, you will remain silent until addressed. Confirm that you understand."

"Yes, Sir," I respond obediently. With each new instruction, my excitement builds, tightly within me. By now, I feel like a ball of electrified energy--buzzing with anticipation, arousal, and the thrill of surrendering myself to them.

"Now, let's see if you followed your first task for the evening," Connor says firmly. "Remove your clothes and show us the lace you chose to wear."

I rise to my feet, my hands a little shaky as I lift my shirt over my head. I fold it neatly before setting it down, then do the same with my jeans, placing on top.

"Assume Nadu," Connor instructs again.

I sink gracefully back into position, my hands resting palms-up on my thighs, knees spread.

"You look so beautiful, Savannah," Connor murmurs, his voice laced with approval. "You should be proud and feel confident."

Beside him, Jade nods in agreement, her quiet affirmation sending a warm flush through me.

"Now, the evening will begin," Connor announces. "In the kitchen, you'll find two mugs, a tea kettle, and some tea bags. Prepare tea for both of us. If it helps you feel more comfortable and reduces the chance of a clumsy mistake, you may deliver one at a time."

He pauses for a moment before adding, "While you're doing that, I'll be preparing your plug for the evening."

I rise from my knees and head to the kitchen, my mind still thick with arousal--so much so that I doubt it will fade at any point this evening. The overwhelming desire to please fuels my movements, making me deliberate and careful as I prepare the tea for those in control of me tonight.

Once the tea is ready, I take the first cup and return to the living room, kneeling before them. Holding the cup with steady hands, I present it for the taking. My eyes flick to the table beside the sofa, where Connor has returned--and I don't miss the glass plug now resting there. It's new, and it looks big. The sight of it sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me, tangled with nervous anticipation.

After a moment, Jade reaches forward and takes the cup from my hands. With a nod, I'm silently dismissed to retrieve the second cup. I return, kneeling once more and holding the tea out, waiting for Connor to take it.

"Please assume the Present position you were taught earlier," Connor commands, his voice firm yet controlled. "It's time for the plug."

I turn slowly, my movements careful, weighted with nervous anticipation. Lowering my face to the ground, I remind myself to breathe, forcing myself to stay relaxed. I don't want to tense up. I remind myself--Connor would never hurt me.

His hand presses warmly against my back, grounding me. "I was kind and made sure the plug isn't cold," he murmurs, a touch of amusement in his voice. I appreciate the gesture; I often complain about forgetting to warm my plug during training.

Then, I feel it--the cool glass at my entrance, pressing, easing in slowly. A small whimper escapes my mouth as my body adjusts around the widest part, a mix of sensation and surrender flooding my senses.

"Such a good girl," Connor praises, his voice thick with satisfaction. "I'm sure it's turning you on so much, knowing I'm filling your ass while Jade watches."

A shiver runs through me. He knows exactly what he's doing. Ever since I admitted how much his teasing affects me--how the humiliation enhances my arousal--he's leaned into it, reinforcing my role, reminding me that in this moment, I am nothing more than a toy for his pleasure.

"Stay in this position, Savannah. Give us a nice view while we talk," Connor instructs, punctuating his words with a light slap to my ass.

Humiliation burns through me. I know exactly what they see--my body fully displayed, the plug seated deep inside me, and, without a doubt, the evidence of my arousal between my thighs.

They begin speaking in German. I recognize some words, but I can't keep up. They know this. They use it deliberately--to remind me of my place, to reinforce my role as nothing more than their toy for the evening. They will only tell me what they want me to know.

It seems that every secret I've ever confessed, every arousing fantasy I've shared, they use against me with perfect precision. And I can't deny how much that turns me on.

"Savannah, come to your knees between my legs and face me. I have another task for you--one that Jade will help you accomplish," Connor instructs firmly.

A smile appears on my face as I move into position, my breath quickening. Jade shifts slightly closer, remaining on the sofa. My heart pounds as Connor begins to undo his pants, the weight of the moment making time feel like it moves at a snail's pace.

I know what's coming. Connor had told me before--Jade shares a fantasy that aligns with mine. A scene where control is taken, where my submission is tested through the rhythm and pace dictated not by me, but by them.

When Connor is freed, I feel Jade's fingers thread into my hair, guiding me downward with measured control. My lips part instinctively, welcoming him. The familiar taste and sensation send a wave of arousal through me, but this time, it's different. This time, Jade holds the control.

At first, her touch is gentle yet deliberate as she tests my limits, gauging where my gag reflex begins and how long I can hold my breath. Gradually, her grip tightens in my hair, her movements more insistent. A quiet whimper escapes my mouth around Connor, as I surrender to her control.

Connor's sounds of pleasure fuel my own desire, heightening the intensity of the moment. The air is thick with tension, pleasure, and the unspoken understanding between us; that I am the toy for the evening to be shared. As his breathing becomes heavier, I know what's coming next.

There was a time when I hesitated, when swallowing was not something I would do with joy. But now, I embrace the way it makes me feel to swallow what is given to me. And when the moment arrives, I do exactly as I know they expect of me.

As I swallow, Jade's grip in my hair loosens, a silent acknowledgment of my obedience. She allows me to pull back, and I sit back on my knees, my breath still uneven. The room is quiet except for the sounds of heavy breathing--Connor's and mine.

We remain like that for a few minutes, the silence stretching between us, thick with unspoken understanding. My body hums with the remnants of submission, my mind floating in the warmth of surrender.

Then, Connor's voice cuts through the stillness. "Back to Nadu."

Without hesitation, I shift into position, my knees spreading apart, hands resting palm-up on my thighs. My head stays lowered, my body instinctively falling back into the position they expect.

Connor and Jade resume their conversation, their voices a steady rhythm in the background. I don't even attempt to decipher their words. I am too deep, too consumed by the quiet bliss of my headspace--drifting in the waves of pure submission.

As the clock hits 9pm, Connor pets my hair and tells me that the evening of service is complete and that I have done a great job for the evening.

"Come up here. Let us hold and care for you," Connor says, his voice softer now.

I climb onto the couch, settling between Connor and Jade. Pulling my legs close, I curl into Connor's side, feeling the warmth and security of his presence. Jade's fingers trace gentle patterns along my leg, while Connor's hand strokes my hair in soothing, steady motions. We sit in comfortable silence, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

After a short while, Connor speaks. "How are you feeling? Are you okay?"

I answer honestly. "Yes, I feel very good. I really enjoyed the evening. How are you feeling, Sir? Miss?"

Jade smiles. "It was amazing to watch your true submission come through. You did a very good job pleasing us."

Her words fill me with warmth, and I relax deeper into their embrace, content and fulfilled.