Submission Plague

Section 2

Submitted by Darkmind on Sat, 11/23/2013 - 13:29

“A collar, you mean.”

“Often. It’s visible, out of the way, and prominent. Helps keep people from misunderstanding her position. But it’s up to you, and her. You do get a med-alert bracelet as well, saying that you are life-support for a RMCS case.” She smiled, letting them know she was being less formal. “I will provide basic versions of both, but you can also buy your own as well. There are a couple of companies who make them into some very nice jewelery.” She took a deep breath. “So, that’s the basics. Any questions?”

Section 1

Submitted by Darkmind on Sat, 11/23/2013 - 13:29

“Kevin! Thank god!” Reanna threw her arms around him as he opened the door.

Carefully disengaging, Kevin stepped back to get a good look at her. “What’s the matter?”

Reanna seemed to pull herself together for a moment. “Can I come in? Please?”

Kevin just shrugged, and stepped aside, an inquiry in his eyes. “Thank you.” She held together long enough to take the step through the door, and close it behind her.

Then she obviously lost control for a moment, and was on her knees, scrambling at his crotch. “Oh god, I need…”

Submission Plague

How several friends deal with an outbreak of the ‘Submission Plague’.

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Darkmind Sat, 11/23/2013 - 13:28