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Of mice, men and submission (1)

Date: 6/13/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Chasingshadows, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

I had just come out of the gym where I had been battling with myself like I always do, bringing myself to my own limits. I don’t like contests against others; when I do a contest, it is always against myself and my own demons, nobody else. I was wearing a pair of my old jeans and an old grey sweater with a hoodie that had belonged to my brother. I had braided my hair and wasn’t looking or feeling attractive or interesting, but rather like the typical anonymous grey mouse; the girl nobody sees or remembers. I was only going to bike home, shower, and relax; stare into a TV screen and go to bed. Alone. And then start a new day that would go by without any change, filled with the same rage and slight despair than any other day. I was holding my apple between my teeth while unlocking my bike when I head steps behind me and then a voice. “I’m sorry, but could you help me find this address?” I turned around and faced a tall, dark man who smiled at me, a paper with an address in his hand. I smiled back. I should have dressed better, I thought then. “Maybe, I know the area quite well,” I said. “I’m looking – I mean, my friends and I are looking for this place...” and he looked down at his paper and gave me the name of one of the cultural centres of the city. “I know where it is. It’s not easy to find, but it’s a nice place and you get great food there. I don’t know why they try to hide it.” He smiled at me again. Definitely handsome. Not exactly my type, but nice to look at ... nevertheless. He reminded me vaguely of someone, but I couldn’t remember who it was. I tried to explain to him how to get there, but he looked lost. Then he asked, “Would you mind coming along just a second and explain this to my friend? He’s been here before and will be able to follow your instructions. I think I will only get us more and more lost.” I didn’t see why I wouldn’t, so I said “sure” and followed him over to a mini-van parked on the side of the road. The rear doors were open, and two other guys were sitting there, each with a cup in their hands. A third one was leaning out of the drivers’ window, smoking and seemingly enjoying the sunshine. It didn’t look dangerous. At this point, I was seriously wishing I had showered, dressed differently and put on some make-up. Stupid me. Lucky me. Whatever. “I got help, AND she knows where we want to go,” the dark guy said. Everybody smiled at me, and one of them handed me a plastic cup with beer, like they were holding themselves. I threw the rest of my apple into the shrubbery nearby and took it. It was nice, fresh and bitter, and I was still hot and exhausted after my workout. I fairly gulped it down. After some chit-chat, I explained where the centre they were looking for was and how to get there. They wanted to know where I was from, and then explained to me that they were from Southern England, had come for a conference and wanted to visit the area a little before heading back home. One of them looked at their watch and said they ...