Chapter 6 by bingpot

What's next?

Highly submissive, with some aftertones of

When you were 15 years old, you had a bully. They'd pick on you, push you around, make fun of the way you looked, everything to get you mad. One day behind the school, you finally snapped, and pushed them away, telling them to fuck off. The next thing you knew, you were being held up against the wall, your bully's hand squeezing around your throat. You couldn't breath, couldn't scream, and they were so much stronger than you that struggling was about as effective as a kitten batting against their arms. You don't remember how long they kept you there. Your vision began to darken, your struggles began to weaken, your body was giving up but your mind was still in full on panic mode... but above all else, as ashamed as you were to admit it, you'd never been more turned on in your life. At that moment, they finally let go and you dropped to the ground, gasping for air. They told you that they would do a lot more than **** you if you ever disobeyed them again. Just then a teacher had finally rounded the corner of the building and seen what was going on, and dragged your bully away, never to be seen again (you later heard he'd gotten expelled). Though you were relieved, you could never forget the feeling of his hand around your neck. That was the day you realized your true nature: a submissive slut. You spiraled further and further into depravity over the following three years, touching yourself every night fantasizing about being everything from a free use whore on the street to someone's personal ****. Now, you realize, you may have the power to realize some of those fantasies. Do you?