Depth Of Submission Meis Training

Mei had been wearing the same butt plug for weeks now, and it was starting to feel almost comfortable, playing a delicate dance between pleasure and discomfort. But her partner was always pushing her to go further, to take more. So when he brought out a new set of butt plugs, she felt a knot form in her stomach.

He presented her with the smallest of the three, holding it up for her to see. "I think it's time we step up your training," he said, a smile on his face.

"Mei, get on your knees and bend over the edge of the bed. Show me that ass, now. Push your panties down, let them slide down those smooth thighs, and bare yourself completely."

Mei bit her lip nervously as she bent over the bed, pulling down her panties feeling the soft fabric of her small black sheer g-string slipping down her thighs as she exposed her perfectly round and toned ass for her partner.

Mei, trembling with anticipation, assumed the desired position, her body arching to present her perfectly sculpted ass. With a sense of authority, her partner commanded, "Now, slut, remove the smaller plug from your slutty asshole. Show me how obedient you can be."

Mei, anticipating the pleasure of submission, reached back and slowly withdrew the smaller plug, relishing the release and the sensation of emptiness it left behind. Her partner got the lube ready, and she tried to relax herself as he began to insert the larger plug. It was a tight fit, and she let out a small whimper as it stretched her open. But her partner was quick and skilled, and soon it was fully inserted.

As he pulled up her panties, Mei could feel the weight of the plug in her ass. It was definitely larger than the one she had been wearing before, and she could feel the pressure building inside her. "Are you going to take it out?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"No," he said, his tone matter-of-fact. "You must grow accustomed to it. And let's be honest, Mei, it's incredibly arousing to see your ass stretched out, the plug teasingly protruding from behind your g-string, your anus bulging out."

Mei blushed at the compliment, feeling a mix of arousal and embarrassment. She stood up and looked in the mirror, admiring how the plug looked in her ass. It was definitely larger than the last one, and she could feel the stretch with every movement.

Over the next few days, Mei had no choice but to adjust to the new plug. It was a constant reminder of her training and her position in life, and she could feel it rubbing against her every time she moved. But her partner was kind, checking in on her regularly and making sure she was comfortable and the plug was well lubed.

As the weeks passed, Mei gradually grew accustomed to the plug, though not without occasional discomfort. It stretched her limits, testing her boundaries, yet she could feel herself adapting to its size over time. However, what surprised her even more were the arousing sensations that accompanied the plug's presence as she moved through her daily routine.

Conflicted emotions swirled within Mei's mind as she struggled to understand the depths of her newfound desires. The constant pressure in her ass, stemming from the snug fit of the plug, sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her body, causing her panties to dampen with arousal. It was an unexpected revelation, and Mei found herself grappling with a mixture of shame, excitement, and an insatiable hunger for more.

Mei struggled to comprehend the depths of her newfound desires. The plug nestled deep within her ass served as a constant reminder of her journey into becoming a shamelessly submissive slut.

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Mei's mind flashed back to that fateful day when she first encountered her partner on a fetish dating site. The anticipation and intrigue that had coursed through her veins were palpable even now, as she relived the memory.

As their eyes locked for the first time across the crowded coffee shop, Mei couldn't have fathomed that this seemingly ordinary meeting would set in motion the transformative events that would shape her into the submissive creature she had become. The conversation flowed, weaving between topics of common interest and unexplored desires, carefully hidden beneath the veneer of societal norms.

In those crucial moments, Mei had caught glimpses of her partner's hidden hunger, the subtle glint in their eyes betraying their dark desires. It was an unspoken understanding, a shared recognition that they were both yearning for something beyond the mundane.

Reflecting back, Mei marveled at the precariousness of that encounter, the fragile line between curiosity and surrender. Little did she know that at the time, that this seemingly ordinary moment would be the catalyst for unleashing the depths of her submissive soul, unlocking a world of unyielding domination.

The memories of that initial meeting served as a reminder of how life can be forever changed by an innocuous encounter. Mei couldn't help but marvel at the path she had taken, the chains of desire binding her tightly, willingly embracing the role of a sexual object that had blossomed from that seemingly unremarkable coffee shop rendezvous.

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Mei eagerly agreed to meet up with her potential partner, her mind abuzz with anticipation of what lay ahead. As she prepared for their rendezvous, she carefully selected her attire, intentionally choosing a tight pair of black-grey yoga pants that molded to the curvature of her luscious behind, leaving little to the imagination. Her choice of a cropped t-shirt further accentuated her flat belly and revealed tantalizing flashes of smooth, sun-kissed skin.

When they finally met, the lustful eyes of her future partner couldn't help but drink in the seductive sight before them. Mei's irresistible figure, framed in the clingy yoga pants, sparked a craving deep within, stirring a hunger that demanded satisfaction. He marveled at how her rear end moved and jiggled with each step, mesmerized by its hypnotic sway.

As they walked through the park sipping coffee, an insatiable curiosity stirred within Mei's future partner. It was impossible to resist the urge to wander into the realm of imagination. With his gaze fixated on her captivating behind, thoughts danced in his mind, wondering what kind of underwear adorned her exquisite form.

The sun's warm embrace casting a sensual glow upon them, conversation flowed like the undercurrent of their shared desires. They delicately broached the subject of their initial connection on the fetish dating site, acknowledging the 99% match that had sparked their mutual intrigue.

As they walked together, a subtle tension hung in the air, their words carrying the weight of unspoken desires. The time had come for Mei's future partner to navigate the depths of her passions and understand the depths of her longing. With a voice that exuded confidence, he broached the topic that had united them on the fetish dating site.

"You know, Mei," he began, his voice filled with a mix of certainty and intrigue, "I couldn't help but notice our shared interests in sexual objectification and ownership. It caught my attention and made me wonder... how does the idea of being owned, of being someone's sexual object, make you feel?"

Mei's cheeks flushed with a mixture of shyness and excitement as she considered her response. The very idea of bearing herself before her partner in vulnerability left her panties dampening with arousal. Gathering her courage, she answered in a soft voice, "To me, ownership and sexual objectification hold a profound significance," Mei whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of bashfulness and yearning. "The thought of being fully owned, of surrendering complete control over my body to someone I trust, ignites deep arousal and peace within me. It's the liberation from societal norms and the embrace of a deeper connection--a bond where my partner has the power to mold me into their perfect sexual object."

Her future partner's eyes gleamed with understanding and desire, recognizing the raw honesty behind Mei's words. With a seductive intensity, he continued to push the boundaries of their shared desires, unafraid to delve deeper into the taboo recesses of their longings.

"I want to explore that power dynamic with you, Mei," he confessed, his voice filled with raw excitement. "I want to possess you, utterly and completely. I yearn to hold the reins of your pleasure, to guide you through the depths of your desires, and to see you surrender to the ecstasy of being my cherished object."

Mei felt her body respond to his words, a surge of heat coursing through her as her imagination ran wild with vivid imagery. The prospect of being owned, of granting her partner unfettered control, stirred a primal hunger within her. She craved the freedom that lay just beyond the boundaries of societal norms, a realm where power and submission intermingled.

"Tell me, Mei," he uttered in a voice laced with anticipation, "how do you feel about body modification? The idea of molding and shaping you to suit my desires."

A coy smile played upon her lips as she responded, her voice carrying a mixture of anticipation and surrender. "I yearn for it," she confessed, her eyes aflame with desire. "To be molded according to your whims, to have my body reflect the ownership you possess. It excites me beyond measure," Mei continued, her voice a sultry whisper that hinted at the depths of her submissive soul."

"And what modifications would you embrace?" he inquired, his voice heavy with anticipation. "How far are you willing to go, Mei, to embody the pinnacle of my ownership?"

Mei's eyes glimmered with a mix of trepidation and fervor as she contemplated her response. With unwavering honesty, she uttered her desires, her voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability.

"I would be yours to shape as you see fit," she replied, her words pregnant with potential surrender.

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"Mei, my eager little slut, I can call you that, right?" he spoke with a blend of authority and desire, "I would start by ensuring your pussy and anus remain permanently hairless, completely smooth for my pleasure. Laser hair removal would be the perfect way to achieve this. No trace of hair should exist in those precious crevices that I will claim as my own."

"But... I currently have pubic hair," Mei faltered, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "Yes," Mei's voice quivered, betraying her excitement and submissive nature. "I-I want that," she admitted, her eyes gleaming with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability.

In her thoughts, Mei imagined herself with a hairless pussy, the soft contours of her delicate folds and the plumpness of her aroused labia fully exposed to his gaze. She envisioned the smoothness that awaited her, free from any trace of hair. Her mind conjured a scene of vulnerability and submission, a tableau where the power dynamics between them flourished.

"You will make a good slut, Mei," he declared, his voice laced with dominance. "You will be permanently hairless, completely smooth for my pleasure. Laser hair removal will ensure that no trace of hair exists within those precious crevices that I will claim as my own. Your submission will be marked by your bare vulnerability, a constant reminder of your role as my eager little slut."

Mei trembled, her body tingling with anticipation as his words sank deep into her senses. The thought of being permanently smooth, stripped of any hair, brought a mix of fear and excitement. Her eyes met his with a mixture of trust and longing, silently conveying her acceptance of his dominion.

"Yes," she murmured, her voice a breathless whisper. "I want to be completely smooth for you, to feel your ownership and control down to the very core of my body."

A mix of anticipation and nervous excitement colored Mei's voice as she voiced her curiosity. "What else do you plan on doing to me?" she asked, her voice revealing a blend of eagerness and apprehension. "I want to know what I am getting into, to understand the depths of surrender you desire from me."

"I yearn to know more," she continued, her voice laced with uninhibited desire. "Tell me, what other ways will you claim me? How far are you willing to push my boundaries? I want to taste the forbidden, to become your most prized possession. Share the depths of your desires with me, and I will offer myself willingly, ready to explore the darkest recesses of our newfound connection."

"Tell me," Mei breathed, a hint of intrigue coloring her words, "do you have a fascination with body modifications, perhaps a penchant for indulging in a large round belly?" Her fingers delicately traced circles upon her own abdomen, a subtle hint at the depths of her own fascination. "The idea of my body transformed, proudly displaying a roundness that speaks of indulgence and submission... it excites me."

"What do you mean? Tell me more," Mei's potential partner responded, intrigued by her allusion to body modifications and a fascination with a large round pregnant-looking bellies. His curiosity piqued as he anticipated Mei's forthcoming revelations.

With a soft smile playing on her lips, Mei couldn't help but acknowledge the mutual attraction that drew them together. "I noticed on your dating profile that you mentioned an appreciation for pregnant bellies," she began, her voice carrying a mix of anticipation and curiosity. "That caught my attention--a deep longing within myself, yet unexplored until now."

Mei took a pause, her eyes meeting his. She gathered her thoughts, knowing that what she was about to reveal reflected her raw desires, both vulnerable and tantalizing. "You see," she continued, her voice slightly trembling with a mix of excitement and vulnerability, "I've always had this yearning to have the appearance of being pregnant, the visual symbol of femininity and sensuality."

She leaned in closer, her eyes filled with a mix of trust and unspoken desires. "But, here's the twist... I don't have a desire to bear children. It's the aesthetic, the feeling of helplessness and vulnerability, that enthralls me. The thought of embracing a large round belly, feeling it grow beneath my touch, as if I'm overflowing with desire and life itself--it's a secret longing that consumes my thoughts," Mei confessed, her voice filled with unabashed desire. "To imagine the weight and curve of that belly, the swell of it drawing attention and inciting curiosity, all while knowing the truth of its origin is purely carnal and sexual. It's a powerful dichotomy, a hidden fetish that fuels my fantasies."

Mei's voice quivered with vulnerability as she opened herself up to the depths of her desires. The words poured forth with a mix of hesitation and excitement, her voice laden with a heightened sense of raw sensuality.

"I have this intense longing," Mei confessed, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of desire and trepidation. "I yearn for someone else to take control of how large my belly becomes, to strip away my agency and leave me at their mercy. To surrender completely, indulging in the helplessness and vulnerability that comes with a seemingly pregnant-looking belly."

A shiver of pleasure coursed through Mei's body as she painted a vivid image in her mind. "I fantasize about my future owner reveling in my swollen, round abdomen, their hands caressing and exploring every inch of my protruding belly. The thought of being their vessel, their erotic masterpiece, stirs a fire within me that is unimaginable."

Her voice lowered to a husky whisper, saturated with desire. "I get incredibly turned on by the loss of control, by being taken advantage of in this most intimate way. To feel the weight of their desires pressing against me, drawing worship and adoration, without any of the accompanying downsides. It awakens a raw and primal hunger deep within."

Mei's expression softened, her eyes clouded with worry. "I fear, though, that I've divulged too much," she confessed, her voice laced with vulnerability. "These desires... they are so deeply personal and unconventional. I fear that you might be repulsed by them, that you may see me as too twisted and depraved for sharing such explicit fantasies. It's as if I've bared my soul, exposing the deepest recesses of my desires, and now I fear the consequences of that vulnerability."

Mei's voice trailed off, a knot of anxious anticipation building in her chest. She awaited her potential partner's response, her heart pounding with a mix of desire and apprehension. The weight of uncertainty hung in the air, leaving her vulnerable and exposed, wondering if her revelations would be met with acceptance or rejection.

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Mei's potential partner, intrigued and captivated by her explicit revelations, felt a surge of desire course through him. He leaned in closer, his eyes filled with a primal hunger, embracing the world of taboo pleasures that unfolded before him.

"Mei," he began, his voice laced with anticipation, "tell me, what exactly are you expecting? How far are you willing to surrender control of your body, to become my alluring and obedient vessel?" His words dripped with a potent mix of dominance and curiosity, eager to explore the depths of their shared desires.

He reveled in the idea of owning a pregnant-looking woman, a symbol of his power and decadence without the burdens of parenting. The thought of Mei, her round belly swelled just for his pleasure, fed a fire within him that burned with raw intensity. The pulsating hardness between his legs served as a potent reminder of his dominance and the insatiable desire to possess her completely.

Mei's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as her body language betrayed her embarrassment. She shifted nervously, avoiding direct eye contact as she gathered her thoughts. Her hesitation was tinged with a mix of excitement and vulnerability, a testament to the depths of her desires.

"My body...," Mei's voice quivered slightly as she began to describe the extent of her surrender. "In this dynamic, you would have complete control over the size of my belly, the very essence of my femininity. It would be at your command, swelling and growing as you desire, with no limits or boundaries."

The words hung in the air, pregnant with anticipation, as Mei allowed her imagination to wander. "You could make it as large as you like," she wavered, her voice carrying a hint of awe. "Envision a scenario where my belly expands to such proportions that I am rendered bedridden, utterly at your mercy. The weight of it pressing down on me, a constant reminder of my submission to your desires. It's a level of control that both frightens and enthralls me."

As Mei spoke, her voice carried a mix of anticipation and trepidation, her body language reflecting her vulnerability. She dared to take a glimpse into a world where boundaries were shattered, where primal desires were embraced without hesitation.

"In this realm of our shared longing," Mei's voice grew softer, more intimate, "I would exist as your obedient vessel, my body transformed into an embodiment of your dominance and power. The swelling of my belly becoming a testament to our desires, a physical manifestation of my submission to your control."

Her breath hitched as she dove deeper into her fantasy. She knew these desires pushed societal norms, but in this space, with DroneStrike's unfiltered gaze upon her, she felt liberated to explore the forbidden realms within her.

Mei's potential partner, his mind racing with disbelief and excitement, couldn't help but ask for clarification. "Mei," he said, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and genuine concern, "are you saying that you genuinely desire to have a large fake pregnant body, to the point of being bedridden? I want to ensure your safety and consent in exploring these fantasies."