Submit

As the laughter of Ashley, Brooke, and Claire echoes around you, something shifts inside. The thrill of their dominance washes over you, mixing with your embarrassment, igniting an unexpected desire that you can’t ignore.

Standing at the edge of the lake, you feel small and ****, but also strangely exhilarated. The realization hits you hard: the more they tease and belittle you, the more you want to please them, to serve them in any way you can.

As you catch your breath, the girls exchange smug glances, their confidence radiating. They know they have the upper hand, and it stings, yet it also stirs something deep within you. With a sudden rush of determination, you drop to your knees in the grass, the wet fabric clinging to your skin as you bow your head, submitting to their power.

“Please,” you manage to say, your voice shaky but sincere. “I’m sorry for what happened. I want to make it up to you. I’ll do anything.”

The laughter dies down, and the air becomes charged with a new energy. The girls look at you, surprised for just a moment, before their expressions shift to one of playful intrigue.

“Wow, look at you, Tom,” Ashley says, her tone teasing yet somehow pleased. “Is our little coffee spiller finally learning his place?”

“Right? It only took a dunk in the lake,” Claire adds, stepping closer, her sneakers squishing against the grass. “What a way to show us how sorry you are.”

Brooke stands with her hands on her hips, her knee-high boots casting a long shadow over you. “You really think you can just beg for our forgiveness and it’ll all be forgotten?” she asks, tilting her head. “You’ve got a lot to prove if you want us to accept you back into our good graces.”

You feel your heart race at their words, an intoxicating mix of fear and longing coursing through you. “I will! I promise to do whatever you want,” you reply, looking up at them, your expression earnest. “I want to be your... your servant. Just please, don’t leave me like this.”

Ashley steps forward, a glint of amusement in her eyes. “Our servant? That’s quite a commitment, Tom. What makes you think you’re worthy of that?”

You swallow hard, **** to convince them. “I’ll show you! Just give me a chance! I’ll be the best servant you’ve ever had. I promise!”

The girls exchange glances, their amusement growing as they consider your submission. “You really are something, aren’t you?” Claire chuckles, a playful smirk on her lips. “Kneeling in front of us like this? It’s almost cute.”

Brooke takes a step closer, towering over you, her boots firm against the ground. “Maybe you’ve finally figured out that you belong down there,” she says, her voice dripping with playful authority. “But remember, if you want to be our little servant, you’ll have to earn it. We don’t do favors for just anyone.”

“Exactly,” Ashley chimes in, crossing her arms. “So if you really want this, you better be ready for what’s coming. We have high standards, and we don’t tolerate failure.”

You nod vigorously, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of being accepted into their circle. “I understand. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Good,” Claire replies, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “Then let’s see how dedicated you really are. Get up and follow us.”

You scramble to your feet, dripping and shivering, but your heart races with anticipation as you stand before them, eager to prove yourself. You fall into step behind the trio, your desire to serve igniting a fire within you.

The girls lead you away from the lake, their laughter ringing in your ears, a chorus of playful teasing that now feels strangely like acceptance. You’re determined to show them that you’re worthy of their attention, ready to embrace whatever challenges lie ahead.

As you walk, you can’t shake the feeling that this is only the beginning of your journey—a path of submission and service, filled with laughter, teasing, and a newfound sense of purpose. With each step, you feel the weight of your previous humiliation lift, replaced by an eagerness to please the girls who have captured your heart and imagination.