Digital Submission (L)
(L) – This story contains strong language.
Author’s Note
Thank you for taking the time to read our latest story. As always, it’s inspired by real moments in our shared life, and is offered for pleasure, reflection, and connection. We are in a consensual D/s relationship, rooted in deep trust, love, mutual respect, and our shared values, including faith. Every expression of dominance and submission described here is grounded in enthusiastic consent, with established limits, safe words, and constant communication.
We know not everyone shares the same desires, and that’s okay. This story may not suit every reader, and no offence is ever intended. It is simply a glimpse into the erotic rhythm that we live and love by.
With appreciation and care,
Happy reading, Lauren and Master Joe
Digital Submission
Andrea slid the toy inside her at 10:29 p.m.
Her breath caught as it nestled deep, its curved head resting snug against her clit, the small nub behind teasing the sensitive skin near her arse.
She was alone in her five-star Marseille hotel room, Hotel Luna, on the eighth floor, curtains open as instructed, the city glowing beyond the tall windows. Anyone in the opposite building could have seen her if they’d looked at just the right moment, and he would have loved that. But her world had narrowed to this exact sensation: stretched, filled, claimed. The moment it seated itself inside her, her thighs trembled. She was already wet, already aching. He hadn’t even called yet, and still, her body obeyed.
She’d showered as instructed, warm water rolling over her skin, softening her for him. Now she was wrapped in a loose white robe, damp at the collarbones, heart thudding. Her laptop was open. FaceTime was moments away.
Tonight, he owned her from afar. His text had come earlier, crisp and clear: You’re not to cum until I do. And she would do everything in her power to make sure he came first. Her arousal thrummed not with urgency, but with the exquisite ache of wanting to please.
Her MacBook was open. Then the screen lit up, showing FaceTime ringing. That sound, that pulse, that command wrapped in an innocuous chime sent a ripple straight through her. The moment had come. Her heart raced as if the call itself had reached inside her and flipped a switch. She was being summoned. Seen. Owned.
When his face appeared, sharp-jawed and shadowed by the hotel’s low lighting, her heart kicked hard in her chest. His sleeves were rolled up, white button-down open at the neck. Jacket gone. The Istanbul skyline glinted behind him in the distance.
“Good girl,” he said. No hello. Just those two words, warm and dark. Then, “Show me.”
Andrea shifted, robe parting at the thigh. She sat on the edge of the bed. The duvet was cloud soft beneath her, but her body was tight, pulsing. She tilted her screen, obeying without hesitation. Her fingers brushed the knot at her waist. She didn’t untie it yet.
“I want to see your face first.”
She looked up. The ache in her throat almost overpowered the one between her legs. “I’ve missed you, Sir.”
“I know,” he said softly. Then, with a command. “Now. Robe.”
She slipped it open. The cotton whispered over her skin, baring her breasts, her belly, and the glistening pink where the toy peeked between her lips. The little nub at the back kissed her skin, and her cheeks flushed crimson. She knelt upright on the bed, skin pale against the textured duvet, the soft curve of her waist tapering to the lines of her hips. Her breasts, high and delicate, lifted with each breath. The toy nestled visibly between her folds, but it was the stillness of her posture that caught him, the elegant tension of obedience. Her stomach was smooth and tight, perfect for the ink he’d soon command her to scrawl across it. Every inch of her was offered, posed, exposed. His.
Her body was already alive, delicious sparks of energy shooting up her spine and fizzing in the back of her mind.
And Gabriel hadn’t even touched the app yet.
Gabriel leaned back in his sleek chair, which sat on casters beside the little hotel room desk, his laptop open before him. Just to the side, his phone lay face up on the desk, the control app open on that unmistakable pink screen, modes and speeds displayed in wicked little pulses. He was watching her on the full screen, hands-free now, except for the one resting idly near the trackpad. He rolled back a touch, letting the glow from the screen wash over him as he drank her in slowly, appreciatively, possessively. His obedient slut wife was exposed and waiting exactly as he liked. Every flicker of city light, every shift of her posture, every rise of her chest, he saw it all.
“Do you have the pen I told you to pack?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir. It’s in the pocket of my robe.”
“Good. Start with ‘slut’ under your left breast. Neat. I want it legible.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her breath caught, but she obeyed, writing slowly, the tip dragging across soft skin.
“Show me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She lifted her breast for the camera. His eyes flared. He tapped the app, and the toy buzzed gently to life again, a soft pulse in reward.
“My whore would open wider.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Andrea spread her legs until she trembled. She kept her palms flat on her thighs. The toy responded, and the mode shifted subtly to a slow wave that rolled deep inside her. It was still low, but constant. Teasing. She could feel her heat, the pulse between her legs now rippling with his chosen rhythm, synced to the pulse of his control.
“Take a photo. Now. Face and cunt.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She reached for her phone, lifted it with one hand and angled it down, the other spreading her lips wide. The toy was snug and visibly pulsing. She took the photo and sent it. Her cheeks burned.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured. “Call me Sir again.”
“Thank you, Sir. I want you so badly.”
“I know you do.” He said, turning the dial up.
Andrea gasped.
The setting jumped a rolling wave now, undulating through her insides, clit tight with pressure. She tried not to move. Tried to obey. But her hips jerked slightly. Her back arched.
“Stay still.”
“I’m trying, Sir…”
“That’s not trying. That’s writhing.”
“I’m sorry… it’s just,” She moaned, hands digging into her thighs.
“Take another photo. Mouth open.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She obeyed, tongue parted, eyes half-lidded, nipples aching. She took the shot and sent it.
“You look like a fucking dream. You’re mine. Even there. Especially there. … Now write ‘cum whore’ low on your belly.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She did it with a shaky hand, gasping when her fingers brushed the toy.
“Touch yourself. Slow circles. Just around the edge.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her hand slid between her legs. The moment she made contact with her silky lips, she gasped, overstimulated and desperate. The ache built like thunderclouds rolling and forming ahead of a storm.
“Write ‘Daddy’s bitch’ on your inner thigh. Right side.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She scrawled it just beneath the swell of her hip.
“I’m going to come,” he said.
“Please let me, Sir.”
“Not yet. Write one more. Just above your cunt. Big and filthy. ‘Fuckhole’.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her breath shook as she obeyed. Gabriel tapped the app. The pulse changed to a relentless buzz. The speed shot to seven. The vibration roared through her.
“Press the ears to your clit. Properly. I want them tight.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Andrea adjusted the toy. Her thighs jerked. She writhed, shaking desperately. But she did not come.
“May I come, Sir?” she choked out.
There was a pause.
“Yes. Cum for me.”
Andrea collapsed forward onto her elbows, face close to the laptop, eyes wide. Her mouth fell open in a cry as her orgasm finally broke loose. Her whole body shuddered violently, hips jerking, thighs clenching. Her moans came raw, unfiltered, her blue eyes fluttering and wet.
Gabriel leaned in, watching her face. He saw the wild flush on her cheeks, the tremble of her lips, the soft collapse of her control.
“Take one more photo. Of your face. I want to remember how you look when you’ve given me everything.”
Andrea reached for her phone. She was flushed, hair wild, mouth kissed open by pleasure. Her limbs were still shaking, her clit throbbing from the overstimulation. She took the photo and sent it.
The toy was still going merciless now. What had once been a pleasure had turned into an ache. Just as her breath stuttered, Gabriel tapped the app. Instantly, it stopped.
Relief washed through her in a trembling exhale.
“Good girl,” he said.
Her skin tingled, not just from the aftershocks but from the words he’d made her scrawl across herself—crude, permanent reminders in black ink: slut, cum whore, Daddy’s bitch, fuckhole. She pulled on the robe, but the words still seemed to glow beneath the fabric, lingering on her skin like a signature. Hidden in soft flesh and warm folds, they pulsed with residual heat and meaning. Tomorrow, under her blouse and neatly pressed suit skirt, she’d carry his marks. His ownership, etched in ink, was written right on her skin. She’d feel them every time she moved. And smile.
“I’m flying to Paris on Friday,” he said, as if it were nothing.
Her heart skipped. “Really?”
“Really. Be waiting. Just like this.”
“Yes, Sir.”
There was a beat of silence, and then Gabriel added with a darker voice.
“I fly home tomorrow. When I get there, I want to see you standing against the hall wall, face to the plaster, naked. Waiting for me. So, I can inspect my obedient little slut.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her voice shaky with the weight of anticipation.
She smiled. Across the world, she belonged to him. And he never let her forget it.
You’ve written another wonderful story. The setup and the scene were both perfect, and Andrea’s submission is so deeply erotic and sensual.
I could see every vivid detail in my mind’s eye, and it was beautiful to watch.
Welcome back and I’m already looking forward to your next story!
Thank you so much, KingdomMan,
it’s lovely to be back, and even lovelier to read such a kind comment from you. I’ve got lots of catching up to do on everyone’s stories, and only 15 days until I can… well, you know.
That clock is ticking loud!
Hope the next one is worth the wait for both of us.
And assuming I should address Lauren in this comment.
It's fascinating to read about your experiences.
I'm sure that all of us have a picture in our head of what each of you look like, and in the same fashion envision your characters going through each story.
So many of the things that you write about we practice as well. However our relationship is not actually D/s, ours is roleplay although I do relish taking his commands. And at times giving him commands when I'm feeling more like a mistress.
We have done much of the same while we are apart although I never wrote on my body I do know about it.
But digital commands and sexting have been a common thing between us for years now.
However with the amount of hacking going on we are very careful as to where we keep them. Making sure that they don't stay on our phones for any great length of time. Transferring them to SD cards which we usually look at on a separate device then we need to.
I have to tell you that reading through your story has put me in the submissive mood.
And I already informed M. Of this. He has already fallen into his Dominant role and used me once. Having left for a bit I have had opportunity now to comment.
Thank you for planting the seed in my mind it truly is a delicious thing to experience.
As I write this, I am dressed in a bra, panties and a pair of thigh high stockings as to his directive and I shall be this way for the rest of the day for him … And for myself.
Lady L. 💦💋💋💋💦💦💦
Lady L, what a deliciously thoughtful and intimate comment. I can just picture you writing it, dressed just as he instructed… utterly irresistible.
It’s always fascinating to hear how others explore similar desires through different dynamics. Whether D/s, roleplay, or a blend of both, it’s the connection, trust, and heat that makes it powerful.
Master Joe and I rely on WhatsApp too. The encryption gives us peace of mind, and the fact that media can be locked in the chat just adds to the feeling that it’s ours, private, sacred, a space only we share. We keep nothing on the camera roll, and that suits us perfectly.
I absolutely loved reading how the story set a mood and sparked something between you both. That’s exactly why we share, not to tell people how to play, but to offer a mirror, or a nudge. You’ve just given me the best kind of feedback: lived, worn, and obeyed.
With love Lauren x
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I've viewed various sex sites for many years, but I'm curious about something.
Is there a name for the other end of the spectrum? In other words, what is it called when both spouses are super-nice to each other? (For example: "Awwww, baby, it looks like you might be having an achy-pussy day. Would you like me to stick my dick in it?" "Oh, yes, dear! Would you please fuck me?")
That sounds like more fun to me.
Dear TirnedOn47
What a brilliant question, and such a fun example. Honestly, there’s no single name for it that I know, but what you’re describing falls right into the world of affectionate kink or loving dominance. Some people call it “caregiver dynamics” or “gentle dom” energy.
Kink doesn’t always have to be rough or dark. For lots of couples, it’s full of affection, humour, and warmth. That example you gave “Oh, baby, is your pussy achy?” is honestly lovely. If it makes both people smile and feel connected, that’s exactly what matters.
In our dynamic, Master Dom encourages me to write after we play. No, correction; he commands it.
At first it was about reflection and obedience, but it’s become something far more personal. His support has helped me build confidence, especially as someone with dyslexia, and it’s even inspired me to start pulling together a book.
So whatever turns you on and brings you closer together, whether filthy or sweet or both, is absolutely valid.
Thank you for the grin and now I really want to write a soft, achy-pussy story too.
Love Lauren
Oh my goodness Joe and Lauren, I think you broke the heat scale with this one! That was scorching from start to finish.
I think your dynamic is beautiful. Even though I wouldn't want my ENTIRE sex life with my future wife to look this way, I would really, REALLY love to engage in this kind of play once in a while. It sounds not only SO erotic, but also so intimate to trust each other with such dynamics of control and submission, and using them responsibly for each other's heightened pleasure. Thank you for your inspiring (and arousing) example!
Dear PatientPassion
What a kind and thoughtful message. Thank you for seeing both the heat and the heart behind it.
You’re absolutely right, this kind of play is intense, erotic, and deeply intimate, but it’s only one facet of our life together. Not every moment is D/s. Sometimes it’s giggles in the kitchen, or lazy mornings in bed. The beauty, as you said, is in the trust. That’s the real spark.
And no dynamic needs to be all or nothing. The fact that you’re open to exploring this kind of connection even occasionally says so much about your care and curiosity. If it feels exciting and safe, you’re already on the right path.
We’re truly touched you found inspiration here. Sending warm wishes to you and your future wife, may you build something that’s uniquely yours, and full of pleasure.
Lauren (and Master Joe)
Very hot story and ripe with wonderful ideas for my own future marriage, Lord willing! While I'm not as much into the D/s lifestyle, I enjoy elements of it, and you write it in an inviting way. I think I'm more of a submissive person and I know I like men to be strong and dominant (that just seems more masculine to me), but I'd also like to be the vixen or hotwife on occasion and take charge of driving my husband mad with pleasure. But of course, he'd probably turn the tables and I'd be back at his mercy. 😋
Dear LLL
Thank you, my lovely one. I adore how your comments and this one describing that dance between surrender and seduction mmm.
letting him lead, but knowing exactly how to stir the fire first. That sounds like a delicious balance, and one many of us crave.
You don’t need to be fully into D/s to enjoy playing with elements of it. That’s the beauty of these dynamics. They can be tailored, explored, teased into whatever shape suits you and your future marriage best. A little vixen energy here, a dominant man taking control there, a lot of shared joy in the middle.
And just between us, we do switch sometimes too )usually for my birthday.) One day a year when I get to tease, tempt, and take control… before he turns the tables and reminds me exactly who I belong to.
I’m so glad the story sparked a few ideas. May your desires keep unfolding, one pleasure at a time.
Love
Lauren x
Love the setting & the tension of Dom & sub over the wifi.
Great view of the wife, toy, & orgasm. Very seductive & articulate style. Hot.
Hat's off to your happy marriage play.
Thank you, She calls me Mister.
We love exploring distance and control. There’s something delicious about being watched and guided like that. It sharpens the tension, even across a screen.
Glad you could imagine the view and the play. Marriage
Lauren x
Lauren x, After reading and experiencing an awesome orgasm reading this offering, I closed my eyes and pictured catching you enjoying yourself alone, with the markings still visible on your skin…I would join you and reveal Jim's markings on my sensitive skin; a way of comparing notes if you will …. mmmm, how sweet the picture is, both of us getting off on our husband's sexy testimonials!
Dearest CreamyPatty…
What a gorgeous thought. You and me, two wives marked by love and lust, sharing a quiet glass of wine while we compare notes. The sting still warm on our skin, our hearts full, and that delicious ache only our husbands know how to leave behind.
There’s something so powerful in that kind of devotion. Yours to Jim, mine to Master. Two women, fully claimed, fully satisfied.
Thank you for the smile, and for letting me picture such a sweet, sensual moment. I’d raise a glass to that any night.
Love Lauren x