I am a submissive. If you are not in the lifestyle, that means I enjoy giving myself to a strong man. I love being a sex toy, being humiliated, cropped, spanked etc. I love being tied up. Being vulnerable to a strong man, being treated like a slut whore makes me so wet. Some may call it abuse and other women Ive talked to who are not in the life do not understand. They dont understand how getting my ass spanked and my hair pulled makes me so wet and horny, I feel like I am going to melt or burst into flame. It is not abuse to me, I have limits, lines that people cant cross. But so far, I havent stopped anything a dominant wanted to do to me. I dont really know what else to say here. I know this isnt long enough, but I dont really know what else to add. Maybe Ill just tell you how I found out I was submissive. I met him at the university library, I was 20 and he was 52. I was standing behind him and saw, he was holding a book titled Shibari- The Art of Binding the Female Form. There was a picture of a thick rope on the cover. My stomach jumped and I looked up at his face. He was taller than me, about 63, with short, black curly hair. His brown eyes seemed to look through me. I know I blushed and I wasnt exactly sure why. I could feel his gaze touch me, making me burn. His eyes passed over my long black hair, down to my low cut, pink tank top, lower to my short white shorts and white sandals. I could feel the wet heat burst from my shaved pussy. I know I inhaled sharply and I moved closer to him. I cant believe I did that. With how embarrassed and vulnerable to his gaze I felt, I wanted to move closer instead of away from him. He smiled at me, a warm, gentle smile and whispered down to me, Hello little one. I could feel his breath in my ear. I shivered and couldnt reply. His voice, a little harder now said, I said hello little one. It is impolite not to answer someones greeting. Properly chastised, I answered Hello sir, in a small voice I did not recognize. I was horrified to find myself moving toward him so close our arms were touching. His arm felt like hot water on my goosebumped flesh. My, my, arent you a sweet young thing? What do you want sweetheart? You look cold. He then leaned close again so I could feel his hot breath in my ear and said "I can see your hard nipples through your shirt." I remember whimpering, almost mewling like a kitten. I was so wet, standing in line to get my Roman architecture book. He was standing close to me, our arms were touching and he was looking at my hard nipples. I felt so vulnerable next to this stranger. Instead of being uncomfortable or scared, I was highly aroused. With a deep, smooth baritone he asked, Why are you blushing little one? Dont you like me staring at your hard nipples? Yes sir. I mean no sir, I stammered. You mean you dont like that I am staring at your nipples thinking about how they are going to feel when I nibble on them? he asked, a sly smile on his face. At this point he was looking in my eyes. His eyes were dark brown, almost black, with a dangerous, erotic look. I immediately thought of him pulling down my top right there to look at my hard nipples. I groaned and answered I like that you are thinking that sir. He straightened up, smiled and looked at me for a moment. Then he bent down to whisper in my ear, his breath tickling and sending shock waves straight to my wet pussy. Thats because you are a good girl arent you? Then he bit my earlobe enough to pinch it. Without warning, my pussy contracted and I felt an orgasm ripping through me. I looked up at him, eyes wide as my climax took control of me. I whimpered, moaned and if he hadnt grabbed my arm, I would have fallen to the floor. I couldnt believe what just happened. With words, this man, this stranger, just made me cum while standing in the library. He took my book out of my hand, and placed his on a nearby table. In a gruff voice, he commanded, Follow me. Legs unsteady, I followed him outside to a black Cadillac. He opened the door for me, walked around and got in the drivers side. Show me your wet panties. Did you just have an orgasm right in the library? You naughty girl! He forcefully grabbed me, moved me so I was facing him. He forced my legs apart effortlessly to expose the wet crotch of my shorts. He reached into the glove department and pulled out a pair of scissors. I should have been scared, but I wasnt. He grabbed my left leg and put it behind his seat, then grabbed my right leg and planted it firmly on the floorboard. In one smooth motion, he put those scissors in between my pussy and the crotch of my shorts and cut the seam. Thats better. From now on, you wear only skirts with pink or white panties. Understood? Without waiting for a reply, he continued, eyes fastened on my soaked white panties. When he looked up at me, he told me he doesnt care what my name is, he is going to call me Kitten. He must have seen the confusion and question in my eyes because he then said, You are my little cum Kitten. As I moaned, I saw his arm dart forward and felt his fingers stab into my wet, hot pussy. I screamed as I started cumming again, his fingers slamming into me hard. He held my hair with one hand as he stared into my face, watching me cum. Thats a good and naughty Kitten.