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Submissives of Morphia

Novel By: JenniiiRawrrr

Mia is one of those girls that reads erotic stories yet has never felt any sexual pleasure. The 18 year old Italian beauty is a virgin. One night she decides to go clubbing with her best friend Jasmin. While on the dance floor she bumps into a gorgeous 23 year old male.

He recognizes a submissive when he sees one and Mia's aura screamed it. He didn't speak. Instead he gave her a card with an address on it.

Mia is being sucked into the life of a submissive at a club called Morphia and she knows she never was meant for the vanilla sex life style. She was a submissive through and through. Though the BDSM shocks her it also arouses her in ways she didn't think possible. Also there is the Dom from the club she is slowly falling for. Oh what to do! Read to find out about this poco sottomessa. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Aug 12, 2012    Reads: 253    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

I was sat on the couch in the condo I shared with my best friend since 9th grade Jasmin reading Fifty Shades of Grey. Of course I read it, just like every other female on the damn planet. Virgin or no virgin, the novel had me wet and wanting at every erotic scene I read. I glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall and cursed myself. I had been so caught up in my reading I hadn't even realized it was so late. I closed the book on my lap and headed into my room.

Before crawling into bed, I undressed as I always did looking into the mirror. In the summer I just couldn't sleep with any clothes on. The heat was simply consuming! As I looked myself up and down I scolded myself. I was gorgeous. I stood 5"5. My skin was bronzed from tanning daily. I was slim yet curvy. My breasts full and lush. My ass cheeks round and soft, the V between my thighs trimmed for bikini- wear. My dark brown hair reached my hips as it fell in waves over my shoulders. My cheekbones high and and my lips soft and full pink, always looking swollen as if I'd just been kissed. My beautiful round green eyes looking back at me in my reflection, a glint in them that oozed goddess. I thought it had been a miracle that I was 18 and still single, or a virgin for that matter. I'd only dated one guy, Jason and he had dumped me on graduation because I refused to sleep with him. I'd only been kissed, never done anything else. Sure, Jason had tried to grope my breasts while making out or to run his hand up my thigh when I wore a skirt, but I'd never allowed him anything more. It just didn't feel...right. I sighed and crawled into my bed, falling into a deep sleep.

The next day I woke up to the sun shining through my window and stretched. I glanced at my alarm clock to see it was nearly noon. Ah hell, my boss will kill me for running late, I thought. It was Saturday, but a coffee shop was always busy no matter what the day. I quickly got out of bed and started getting ready at what I thought was superhuman speed, and ran out the door 10 minutes later wearing shorts, a loose tank top and my converse. As I arrived at the coffee shop, better known as the Coffee Nation, I saw my boss, Diana glaring at me through the window shield. Shit, shit, shit, I'm late! I rushed inside and took my apron putting it on going behind the bar so I could start working. "you're late again Mia! It's the third time this week!" Diana scolded me. I sighed and looked at her apologetically. " I know, I know! I'm sorry. I overslept again. I promise I'll try not to again." I said and sighed once more. "Perhaps you should take the week off Mia, and come back when you're better rested." Diana said softly with a smile. I nodded and rubbed my head. " Thanks Diana...umm I'll see you next week then?" she nodded and kissed my cheek. " See you in a week, Mia." I smiled, took the apron off, made myself some coffee and walked out of the shop.

I spent my whole day shopping, buying several outfits and came home at 7pm to find Jasmin eating a sandwich while watching True Blood. I dropped my bags and thought for a second before grinning. "Hey Jas? let's go clubbing tonight." Jas looked up at me and grinned "Hell yes!"

Around 10pm we made our way through the crowd of the crowded club called Absinth. The music was pulsing around us. Sexy, slow yet thumping loudly. Me and Jas danced and quickly got parched. I left Jas on the dance floor and wriggled my way through the crowd to the bar and accidentally bumped into a guy sitting at the bar, his drink spilling all over. I gasped and frowned at myself. "Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to. Everyone's so damn pushy and..." I took a breath and looked up to meet blue narrowed eyes looking intently at me. I gulped and flushed. He was handsome as hell. He had sandy brown hair in a buzz cut. A one day stubble beard on his face, I was eager to touch and to feel against my soft skin. I blinked at that thought and shook myself. He wore a tight black shirt through which I could see his abs and the muscles rippling through his upper arms with ease. I looked away from him, hoping not to feel his antagonizing stare and sexy smile on me. He didn't speak, he simply took my chin between his thumb and index finger and made me look at him. His lips were suddenly on mine as he whispered. "It was just a drink...you can buy me a new one..." He didn't say more. Instead he took a card out of his pocket, scribbled down an address, a time and a name and handed it to me. I looked at the card and read the club name. "Morphia.." I looked up from the card to see the mysterious hottie gone. I frowned and shook myself. I ordered two martinis for me and Jasmin and we danced until our feet were sore from the heels.

I woke up with a major headache and groaned. Hangover. I rubbed my eyes and sat up looking at my alarm clock. Merda it's 3:27 pm! I placed my hand over my forehead and got out of bed. I walked into the kitchen and was grateful to find fresh orange juice in the fridge. I got a cup and sipped it before making myself a cup of coffee and getting some aspirin for my horrible headache. I took a long hot shower and got dressed and remembered the night before. The mysterious guy. The little card. I quickly hurried to my purse and pulled out the crumpled card on which was scribbled the address and the hour I should be there. I bit my lip remembering the light kiss and the whispered words and thought if I should go or not. I glanced at the alarm clock. It was already 5:43 pm and I had to be there at 7pm sharp. I decided I'd go and see who this mystery guy was and if he was as handsome and sexy as I thought the night before. I looked into my closet and knew what I was going to wear. I pulled out my lacy black bra and matching thong as well as a sexy black strapless dress that reached just above the knees and black pumps. After getting dressed into the sexy outfit, I combed my hair until it fell straight down my back and applied red lipstick to my full lips. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I looked extremely sexy and beautiful. I glanced at the alarm clock once more and bit my lip. It was 6:38pm. Thank god the address I needed was only 15 minutes away with a cab. I called for a taxi and was happy it arrived 5 minutes after i called and drove me to the place called Morphia.

I payed the driver and stepped out. I looked at the huge mansion in front of me and gulped. Where was I exactly? I knocked on the door and a man about 30 years old that looked huge opened the door. "Can I help you beautiful lady?" I blushed and nodded. "Uh yes. Is..uh, this Morphia?" he smiled and nodded. " Do come in miss..." i walked in carefully and what I saw took my breath away. I was in a BDSM club.


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