A Second Chance at Submission: Chapter 9

Rachel and Chad went up to their room when we got home from the restaurant, potentially to discuss my affirmed desire to watch them having sex. I was so worked up by the idea that I had to head out back and seek out the distractions of a clear sky and balmy night.

“Chill,” I kept repeating. Inside me, a kinky voyeur was aching to finally witness what I’d only been able to hear. The exception was the unique threesome experience on the loveseat, which was unlike anything I could have ever imagined, a teaser into the depths of desire that reset my thoughts of what was possible.

I rolled my torso forward and locked my hands behind my head with a sigh. There was so much nervous energy in me that I could have run to the top of a mountain and leap into the heavens, soaring like Icarus to melt into their sensual delights. But that was augmented by Chad’s revelation of pansexuality.

I hadn’t known what pansexual was until they mentioned and defined it for me. That knowledge didn’t change any of my feelings towards him, something I took pride in. It did, however, cause me to reflect on how I’d been framing the illicit play that had occurred since I arrived.

I had perceived the intimate exchanges as a continuation of the submission Rachel had introduced me to. I gave respectful consideration to Chad, her very real and primary partner, but assumed that they had discussed...