Kestrel’s Lesson In Submission is a BDSM Erotica/Pansexuality Erotica short story - F/F/F. This erotica short story contains explicit content, erotic situations, graphic language and is suitable for readers 18 and over.Kestrel is a gorgeous young woman who has stumbled across a porn site that features BDSM. The idea has always intrigued her so it is no surprise that it has caught her attention. Upon investigation, she discovers that there is a dungeon near her. That makes her horny and leaves her wanting more so she seeks out a public dungeon for her first lesson. The adventure she experiences there is beyond anything she has ever imagined. She is nervous and tense and wonders if she will be able to learn what to do. She is willing to learn and, thanks to a pair of sexy female Dommes and a supportive dungeon, she is in for a lot of hot action and she has a lot to learn. Fortunately she has come to the right place and picked the right tops to show her the way. Can she learn her lessons well enough to relax?ExcerptShe has wanted this for a long time, ever since she stumbled across a porn site where she watched, wide-eyed and breathless, as a woman was tied down and spanked before being fucked, and fucked hard, by another woman. She had sat there at her computer with her breath heaving in and out and her fingers squirming against her clit for nearly an hour, her body seemingly unable to stop its lustful demands.She thinks back to the moment when she had begun to research about the sex she had seen on that screen, research about what the language meant, and the questions she had had to ask herself: do I want this? Is this crazy? All she had known for certain was that the sight of rope around wrists and ankles and the sound of a hand striking a bare ass had made her pussy incredibly wet.More porn had followed and she had begun to buy books that featured stories that had that type of rough sex in them. She read them helplessly and with avidity that she could not even describe. The images haunted her. She would find herself pulling on her own hair, biting her arm, and twisting her nipples viciously while she masturbated. She had no longer cared, by then, if it was right or wrong; she had only known that she wanted it, and very badly.
