This begins a new story about a young doctoral candidate who decides to study submission by becoming a submissive. It contains bondage and discipline, oral and lesbian sex, sex toys, public masturbation and exposure. For the purposes of this fantasy, STD's do not exist. It is a work of fiction, though some places are real for authenticity purposes, though no person is. I hope it's enjoyed by as many people as seemed to like my other work.
My Voyage into Submission, Ch. 1
An Advertisement in the Newspaper
Coming up with an idea for my doctoral dissertation for my psychology degree was a headache. Every time I had a glimmer of an idea, it either fell apart because I was unmotivated to actually study it, or the subject had been researched to death. I would eagerly check something I was interested in to see what had been published on a particular subject and would find reams of articles and papers covering the topic, everything from dream interpretation, to drug therapy to causations of most neuroses and psychoses. Was there nothing new to study which fifteen other persons or teams of researchers had not thoroughly covered in the last ten years?
If there was nothing published in recent literature, it was because the subject bored me to tears and too bland to inspire anyone to write a grand dissertation on the subject. I had been paging through my textbooks for days, looking for something I would care if anyone read.
Finding nothing, I had given up and determined my next step would be consulting with my doctoral advisor to see if together, we could forge a new path. I got along well with Dr. Kline and trusted we might find something worthy of my efforts working in concert. Unhappy I was unable to arrive at something myself, anything was better than this vast void of ideas I faced. Already too late to phone Dr. Kline for an appointment, I set a reminder on my phone to call him first thing in the morning and set about reading the newspaper, an activity greatly enjoyed though sadly neglected the past few days.
I perused the news, world, national, state and local, skipped sports, read the comics and set the crosswords, cryptoquips and sudoku's aside to work on later. I enjoyed sports myself, primarily running, bicycling, swimming and tennis, but organized team sports had no interest to me, therefore news about it did not pique my interest. I was about to trash the rest of the paper when I noticed a large advertisement on the back page of the want ads. Usually that space was filled with the latest and greatest automotive ads, or home appliance sales sheets, so the fact it skipped all the usual focal points for advertising might have been the first thing which drew my attention.
'WANTED' in big bold letters which almost begged for the words 'Dead or Alive' after it. But those were not the words which followed. In lettering almost as bold, it said, 'SUBMISSIVE'. I had to read further.
WANTED SUBMISSIVE:
Mature Dominant Male seeking Submissive Female for year long cruise around the world on board a luxury motor yacht. Nudity and Sex Expected. Various forms of confinement, punishment, exhibitionism and humiliation will be a regular part of your experience and treatment. If interested, please direct inquiries to ... and gave a phone number in New York.
It was a full page ad and must have cost over a thousand dollars. Since I lived in Gainesville, Florida, I wondered how many newspapers the ad had been placed in, or if he was just targeting Florida. But for the first time in days, I felt I had an idea for my dissertation, but needed to check how thoroughly the topic had been studied.
I looked. I looked for hours. Masters and Johnson and Kinsey had studied human sexuality and done a lot with it. The multitudes of human sexual interactions had been identified and categorized, but not all the individual parts were researched in depth. Sadism and Masochism had been analyzed in more detail than Dominance and Submission. There was quite a bit on the different forms domination and submission took, a lot on the psychology of dominants, some things written by self described dominants which identified the characteristics they prized in a submissive. Most of what was done was superficial, but really nothing from the point of view of the submissive. I didn't know if it was because they were too submissive to discuss their own needs and desires, or there was some other reason they got short shrift from the studies.
After looking over the research, I thought it would be wonderful to examine Dominance/Submission from the point of view of the submissive. I could, of course, do what most researchers do; questionnaires, detailed interviews, personality profile testing, but the advertisement pointed out another way to do the research. I could respond to the ad and if chosen, really gain insight into the mind and psychology of the submissive in the relationship.
It was almost 4 AM now, and I decided to grab a few hours of sleep before discussing my idea with Dr. Kline. I took off my clothes and climbed into bed. Despite my weariness, I found it hard to sleep. If I did do this; what was I letting myself in for? I pictured myself naked, a man making use of me whenever he wanted. Confined, punished, exhibited and humiliated; what did all that mean? I'd better know what I was getting myself into. I was awake for another hour before I finally fell into a fitful sleep.
When I woke up the next day about ten, I was still groggy from my lack of sleep but I called and made an appointment with Dr. Kline for the following day at four. I figured I would call the number in the ad and get more information. No point in going into this without the maximum amount of data. I dialed the number. I got a recording.
"If you are calling in response to the ad and would like more information, please leave your name, phone number and address. More information will be mailed to you along with a questionnaire. If after reading the provided information you are still interested, please fill out the questionnaire and return it by May 1. The dominant will read all of your responses and pick out ten for personal interviews which will be conducted in New York City on May 19. All expenses will be paid for the applicants. At the beep, please leave your information."
There was a beep.
I hung up. I don't know what I was expecting, but this wasn't it. Was it a scam? A way to get people out of their houses on a known day? Hell, I was a student! What they could get from me was not worth what it would cost to bring me to New York. I suppose I could move anything I felt I couldn't afford to lose to someone else's place on the 19th. When I stopped to think about it, though, it wasn't that crazy. Whoever he picked would be with him for a year. He should have someone he could tolerate for that long. I would like to meet him in person before deciding if it was something I would do. What if he was psychotic, disgusting or ugly? Would I be willing to spend a year being dominated sexually by such a person?
What the hell was I thinking? What made me think I would be picked? If he was putting ads in a multitude of different newspapers, he would get hundreds, maybe even thousands of applicants, just on the possibility of a free year long cruise around the world. I was aware of my strengths and weaknesses. I couldn't get this far in my chosen field without undergoing psychoanalysis myself. I knew my mental and psychological profile well, but what about the physical appearance he might be interested in.
I looked at myself in the mirror every day. I knew what I looked like. It wasn't bad. My sports activities kept me slim and fit. My stomach was flat; I didn't carry any fat. I was stronger than most women my age. I was 25 with toned arms and legs, fairly short hair in a bob, attractive enough but not model beautiful. My boobs were firm and perky; between a B and C cup depending on the bra. I could get by without one if I didn't mind looking slutty.
My best asset was probably my ass. You didn't run, swim, cycle and play tennis without maintaining a tight ass and mine was very tight. But if the dominant would be choosing between hundreds of women, I was reasonably certain I wasn't going to be the best looking one to apply. Hell, I might not even make the final hundred.
Well, no way I would get picked if I didn't apply so I called the number again and left my name, address and phone. I needed to do a little preliminary research to see what I was getting myself into. Getting back onto my trusty computer, I did a google search for BDSM clubs in the local area. I found a place in Orlando called 'The Woodshed' having something called the 'Submissive Safe Space' on April 14. It might be a good place to speak to a number of different submissives all at once. I made sure I could just walk in and attend.
Locally, they were having something called a 'Munch' in Ocala on the twelfth. Ocala was closer than Orlando. Apparently, members of the fetish or BDSM persuasion got together for a meal to chat. In order to attend, I had to attend a new member orientation and since time was critical, I sent an e-mail to request the orientation before the next Munch. I got a quick reply, asking why I was in such a rush. I explained what I was contemplating; submitting to a dominant for a year and how I was new to submission and would like to discuss the implications of a year of submission with others already in the life. It took a little longer for a response to come back, but I received a reply saying I could meet several members of the orientation committee tomorrow at nine AM at a restaurant I was familiar with. I informed her I would be there.
Lastly, if I wanted the best chance to be chosen and I was reasonably certain it wouldn't be exclusively on looks, I had to find some way to be more emotionally and mentally attractive; more submissive if you will. Considering I knew very little about it, I needed to learn a lot more fast. I started printing out a lot of what I could find to get a basic understanding of the D/s lifestyle. I printed twenty articles discussing it in some way to read before my meeting tomorrow. One of the things I found was by a self-professed dominant expressing what he felt were the eleven most important aspects he evaluated when determining if a submissive was right for him. I was surprised at some of the things he put on his list, although some were self-evident.
SUBMISSIVENESS