Lost in Submission

The photo studio has just opened last month.

It's not far from my apartment and I need new passport photos.

Hate photos from the booth. They make me look like my own mother, and which daughter really would want that?

Probably 15 years ago, the studio used to be a small toy store and the dolls standing as decoration between the fancy photos in the shop window were probably "left overs" from that time, because they reminded me of the dolls of my childhood, which my mother might even have bought here.

The photographer greeted me with casual friendliness. "Hey, nice to see you. My name is Roberta. And you?"

"Hello, I'm Tracy".

There's no one else in the store apart from us.

Roberta is definitely not a doll and neither is she childlike. She is beautiful in her own special way, as if she chose her beauty and her body herself and didn't let anyone, possibly a male gene, dictate anything to herself.

There is nothing doll-like or childlike in her expressive, oval face with its dark, curious and self-confident eyes, slightly parted, curved lips and a nose that gives her face this wonderful contour. The little mole right next to Roberta's nose is like a message from her world of self-confident and free witches.

But I just find it cute and adorable, like everything about her.

Roberta's voice has a very confident tone and somehow I also hear a hidden sternness that immediately makes me think of submission.

I just can't help it, a little horny shiver immediately runs through my submissive soul and gives me goose bumps.

She sees it, of course. "It's pretty cool in here, especially after the heat outside," says her voice, to which I'm basically already in submission, with a slightly ironic sound.

It really is a hot summer. She's wearing a casual, blue-striped, short-sleeved shirt. Her arms are covered with almost invisible blonde hairs that make me think of sex again. The top buttons are all undone and I stare a little too long at her boobs in the transparent light blue lace bra.

She doesn't miss that, of course. She stares back, first at my boobs, which immediately want to nestle in her hands and then deep into my eyes and directly into my horny, submissive slut soul and I know that if she wants, I am her property, and she knows it too.

"Do you live around here?"

Before I can answer, Roberta asks again:

"You need passport photos? Or for a job application?"

It's a pretty obvious question because I'm wearing subtle make-up and my serious-looking blue polka dot summer dress.

I'm about to explain to her that I hate pic-booth photos and that I'm here because her store is only a few streets away from my apartment, but I don't get a chance to say anything.

"Have a seat there!" says her stern voice.

With a movement of her slender, strong hand, she points to a wide, somewhat old-fashioned-looking chair and then goes to her camera.

I obediently take a seat.

"Sit up straight! Face the camera! More to the left! Now a little more to the right!"

I try to follow her instructions, but somehow I never get the head position right. Her voice doesn't get any louder, but it becomes increasingly stern and impatient with my stupidity. I feel at the mercy of this voice.

Finally she stands behind me, takes my face between her hands to turn it into the correct position and now it's dominance and submission.

Her touch is gentle at first but powerful, I can feel her breath in my hair, her hands move my head as if it were her own. It's like one of my horny dreams. I kiss the finger that is suddenly on my lips. I also kiss the second and third, which slide caressingly between my now open lips and slowly and purposefully penetrate deeper into my mouth.

"You horny bitch," she whispers and pushes her tongue into my ear.

Her other hand is right in my cleavage, in my bra, I moan out as her fingers lightly squeeze my nipples.

Suddenly her hands are gone, out of my mouth, off my boobs.

"Get up, bitch. Take your clothes off. I want to check out my new property" Her voice is now as cold as ice.

I stand up immediately and pull my dress over my head. My breasts are already hanging out of the slipped bra, she can see my incredibly hard nipples and the wet stain on my panties.

Roberta has sat down on the chair and is watching my every move.

"Come on, slap your titties hard". I can't help it and immediately slap my breasts with both palms until they turn bright red.

"Ohh, you really are a submissive little slut. Go to the shop door right now and lock it."

I beg her: "But I can't go to the door like this...."

"Would you rather have a few more spectators here in the shop, my little whore? Would you like that?"

"Get on your knees right now, slut," her icy voice orders. "Slide towards me!"

I'm clumsy and my knees hurt a little.

"Lie on your back, spread your legs and open your slut mouth."

Obediently and as if in a trance, I do what she says. She stands directly over my face with her legs spread, bends her face slightly forward and her saliva drips from her mouth directly into mine. No one has ever spit in my mouth before. I feel dirty and exposed. While she humiliates me with her saliva, I stare at the contours of her vulva in the tight shorts and get incredibly hot and wet as her saliva mixes with mine and runs out of my mouth.

I suddenly feel a bare foot rubbing against my middle and moan. "My little slut seems to like all of this." I hear her mocking voice, feel her toe rubbing against my wet entrance and then she sits back on her chair.

"Now crawl on all fours with your legs spread to the door, then stand up and lock it! It doesn't matter who sees you. UNDERSTAND, SLUT?"

It is an incredibly humiliating feeling to crawl naked on the floor with my legs spread wide. I am wide open and exposed to her gaze, I feel subjugated and used and I know that she sees and enjoys my wet, open horniness.

An hour ago I was a customer who just wanted a few passport photos and now I'm just a submissive slut who wants nothing more than to become the submissive bitch of this beautiful dominant photographer and to do everything, everything, everything she wants from me as long as she humiliates, insults and tortures me and makes me her slut.

"Hurry up, slut" she orders. "You'll get a reward if you manage to lie on the floor in front of me again in 2 minutes. And spread your legs, I want to see your open slit."

I crawl frantically to the door, stand up and hang the "Closed" sign on the glass shop door. Anyone could stare at me from outside now, the people walking to the bus stop or my apartment neighbors and the hard nipples of my naked breasts, red from the heat and covered in sweat, or the dripping vulva between my spread legs or my eyes, in which the pleasure of my humiliation is reflected, and that is exactly how I see myself reflected in the glass shop door.

But I don't have time to think about it. I have to crawl back to my wonderful new goddess and owner and be rewarded by her. Maybe she'll spit on me again or slap my breasts with her hands or maybe I can lick her feet?

I've made it, now I'm lying in front of her again on the old parquet floor, my legs spread wide, my arms at my side. I'm sweating and panting. My breasts are on the wood of the parquet, my nipples hurt a little, no matter. I enjoy this slight pain and also the feeling that she can see directly between my legs, into my red, pulsating, wet, open middle.

"You did that well, my little slut. You can kneel in front of me and enjoy my reward."

I kneel in front of her as quickly as I can, my breasts and nipples are red and her beautiful bare feet with the bright red painted toenails play with them, lift them up, then they are in my face, the soles of her feet slap me.

I watch her strong, slender hands, which are now slowly unbuttoning her shorts, I see her pushing her beautiful, transparent, light blue lace panties down a little and between a delicate, curly blond plume of hair I see the most beautiful and desirable vulva in the whole world with slightly open, moist, shiny lips.

My new goddess notices my longing, horny look: "Ohhh, you are just an incredibly horny piece of submissive filth.

Open your mouth immediately and stick out your tongue, you little slut."

My mouth is wide open and my tongue is hanging out. Saliva slowly starts to run down my chin to the right and left and drip onto my breasts.

Next to my goddess is a small plate of chocolate biscuits. She takes one, rubs it on her wet vulva and then slowly puts the wet, shiny biscuit into my open mouth. It tastes sweet of chocolate and above it I feel its own, slightly bitter-sweet taste on my tongue, like dry champagne without bubbles.

"There you have your reward, my little submissive slut. Maybe later I'll even allow you to lick the chocolate taste off me. But only if you prove that you want to become my unconditionally submissive property.

"There you have your reward, my submissive slut. Maybe later I'll even allow you to lick the chocolate taste out of me. But only if you prove that you want to become my unconditionally submissive property and that I can do whatever I want with you!".

I don't dare close my mouth. The chocolate, the whole cookie, slowly dissolves in my mouth. The chocolate mush slowly drips out of my mouth and I nod my head and throw myself at her feet and kiss her.

The feet of my new goddess are like everything about her, so powerful and yet tender and beautiful. I feel her toes on my mouth and of course I open it for her immediately. But not quickly and wide enough, because she increases the pressure. I open my mouth as wide as I can and feel her toes slowly conquering my mouth and filling it up to my throat. I gasp and moan a little, in response her foot presses itself even deeper into my mouth. I almost panic and can't breathe anymore when I feel her foot withdraw briefly. I can take a deep breath. Then the foot moves deeper into my mouth again, back and forth regularly and I feel: the goddess is fucking my mouth. I gasp, my spit flows, I feel totally degraded, I'm just an open, wet mouth in a body that twitches naked on the parquet for the goddess's pleasure. And I'm so unbelievably horny and wet and feel how fulfilling and happy it makes me to be degraded and used by this divine woman.

I've just gotten used to being used as a submissive mouth fuck hole for her foot with the beautiful straight and strong toes that are now giving me so much unbelievable submissive pleasure, when she pulls her foot, which must be wet and dripping with my spit, out of my mouth. Then I feel her hands on my head, pulling me up until I'm on my knees in front of her and she's looking at me. My head is red from the heat, from the effort of getting some air and licking the toes of the goddess that she was just moving in and out of my mouth. The saliva is dripping from my mouth, has smeared my make-up and is now dripping onto my breasts, which have the pattern of the parquet floor imprinted on them.

I don't know if she still has to read the total submission and greed for even more humiliation in my eyes, because she has known it since I entered her shop and greedily stared at her divine breasts in the beautiful light blue lace bra.

I see the small birthmark next to her nose and realize that it is not as cute as I thought, it is her message to me, from the world of self-confident and free witches and the sign of her total independence and desire for sex and dominant rule.

Kneeling in front of her was like another fulfillment of my submissive desire. Her shorts are still unbuttoned and her lace-trimmed light blue panties are pushed to the side.

"You are allowed to lick me now, slut. But I still have a lot planned for you today, so lick me gently and don't make me tired. If you can do that, you might be able to become my personal licking bitch."

The sound of her voice is businesslike, almost as if she were talking about test driving a car, but her words make my submissive soul tremble.

I slowly move my head to her center, to the slightly curly, blonde plum hair with the moist, shimmering vulva, the slightly open, rosy-red labia and her divine juices, which I was now allowed to taste and drink. Her two hands now clasp my head with her open mouth and her tongue stretched out, pressing it ever harder onto her soaking wet vulva.

My tongue carefully licks and kisses, feels her clit, makes my goddess moan, her juices bubble into my mouth, I drink with the greed of someone dying of thirst.

The firm grip of her hands guides my head away from her wet, pulsating center. I suck air deeply and sobbing into my lungs.

Her voice is soft now:

"You did very well, my wonderful little slut. I think you belong to me now."

My face is wet from her delicious juice, which is slowly dripping onto my tits. I feel the wetness from my own glowing vulva slowly running down my thighs.

It has never been so intense. Never so incredibly hot and so incredibly fulfilling to be humiliated by a woman and totally used for her pleasure. I always want to kneel here in front of her, worship her vulva, be her slave, be humiliated and used by her.

I can see in her eyes that she has recognized this exactly. She has seen it in my submissive soul and in my submissive eyes.

Now she smiles at me. "Didn't you actually want application photos of yourself? I think now is the perfect time for that."

Suddenly her voice becomes stern and ice cold again: "Come on, get up and put on your dress, slut."

Obediently, I immediately stand upright. She now examines my sweaty body, my face and my breasts, which are smeared with chocolate and biscuits, with my spit and her juices.

She watches how it runs down between my legs as if there were a wet sponge between them.

I feel like I'm senseless, totally at the mercy of this gaze. Now I'm becoming her submissive, humble, total property of pleasure. I'm ashamed to let myself be used like this. But I don't care at all, because I long so much for more humiliation and her strictness.

I take a step towards my clothes, which are lying on the floor.

"May I have a quick shower first?" My voice is quiet, humble, begging.

Her voice sounds amused:

"You're really sweet. Why do you want to take a shower? These photos are for the application documents as my new slut. Be glad that I allow you to put on your dress."

I nod submissively and reach for my bra. "From now on, you don't need anything like that at all. You belong to me now and I don't want a bra between my hands and my property."

She looks very deeply into my eyes now. Her voice is pure magic and suddenly I have goosebumps all over my body: "I allow you to call me GODDESS. And that's how you will address me always and everywhere. No matter where we are and who is listening. Do you understand that, slut?"

"YEEESSSSS, GODDESS," I say first quietly, with a voice trembling with submissive desire and then screaming with a spontaneous, unbelievable feeling of happiness that surprises even me.

I climb into my polka dot summer dress with wobbly legs and slowly pull it up. Dark, damp spots form everywhere in the fabric, especially on the top. You can clearly see my stiff, protruding nipples under the top, which is slowly soaking up the greasy chocolate cookie residue, my sweat and my spit.

"That looks good, slut," says my goddess ironically. "But we should make more of an effort for your application photos."

Her command comes hard and cold: "Spread your legs, slut, take your skirt, rub it over your wet cunt until it is as wet as you are."

I can't help it, I stand in front of the goddess with my legs spread. With shaking hands I try to soak up as much of my own wetness as possible with the fabric, which I can feel on my hand through the fabric. The rubbing between my open labia makes me moan with lust again and again. I now completely surrender to my own humble lust and my goddess has meanwhile gone to her camera and started taking pictures.

She photographs my face, covered in sweat and the wetness of my goddess, with my mouth smeared with chocolate and spit, my breasts under the wet, stained dress, my incredibly hard nipples that almost hurt with lust, the wet, shiny skirt that makes my wet center even more visible.

"Come on, lift up your skirt. Whore. Spread your legs. Show me your cunt." I'm like in a trance. Only her voice is in my head. And my total submissiveness. Her camera records everything about me.

There are no more secrets from my goddess.

No shame.

Only the longing for humiliation and submission.