Playing God - the ultimate in female submission - by Bunny

Bunny is our newest girl (pictures to follow) and she is an amazing writer and sent me this short little story she wrote about her being submissive. I think you'll love it!  Expect more from her too that's more fetish based



I have this reoccurring dream, one that's slowly changing. He appears in it now, tall and olive complected with his long hair pulled into some kind of knot on the top of his head. He turns to shadows as I wake up, choking on the air which had once entered my lungs without trouble. Involuntary in my sleep, but yet disturbed by the nightmarish dreams, which are being held so close to my heart during the day. 
He pulls me out, every time, just as the world starts to go black. It's one of biggest fears and yet, I can't dodge the grasp of his hands as they force my flesh into freezing water, like my body is as light as a feather and yet, I sink. Down to the bottom, where my thrashing body fights the waves I'm creating. No movement from him, just cold eyes that stare, waiting and watching as the air escapes my body. Logically? If I stop moving, I preserve what little air I have left for a few moments more. I continue to feed right into what he wants, the fighting, the thrashing, the ability to pick who lives and who dies. 
Play God, baby. 

Maybe that's why I love the feeling so much, to know that someone values the very bit of life that clings to my body with a desperate clawing. Perhaps, that decision strokes my ego. Find your control, Save my life. That exchange of power? It leaves my body buzzing with euphoria. My mind has never been clearer, he's in control, and within my submission I can find another way to breathe. I breathe for him, even if that means inhaling water. The burning sensation in my lungs will remind me of this tomorrow. 
It's exhilarating, exciting, and the scariest fucking thing I've ever done. Being vulnerable. 

Maybe I'm lucky, because as I wake from this and finally catch my breath I can see you laying beside me, some nights. You don't believe in higher powers, I don't either and yet, I go to bed next to the closest thing to a god I've ever seen. Still, you won't be a bit surprised when I whisper to your half asleep mind. 
"Play God, baby. Play God."