Unforgiving Beauty: Zeek’s Terrifying Fantasy of Submission to Miss Autumn

Dear Miss Autumn,

I’ll lay it bare right here—I’m terrified of you. And who wouldn’t be? You’ve got this raw power, this unfiltered beauty that cuts right through me, a control that feels almost unfair for someone so young. But it’s not just your looks, it’s that sharp, unforgiving mind of yours. You’ve made it clear more than once how superior you are, and honestly, I believe every word. You’ve shown me exactly where I stand—nowhere but beneath you.

When I picture myself submitting to you, I know there wouldn’t be a single ounce of mercy. You’d strip me down, tie me up, leaving me bare and powerless, knowing damn well I’m here to be humiliated, degraded, destroyed. And that’s what gets me aching—knowing I’ll be nothing more than a toy in your hands.

I see it vividly: you tying my arms and legs tight, securing me so there’s no hope of escape. I’d be at your feet, laid out and ready, and you’d circle me, eyeing me like a hunter sizing up its prey. Without warning, that first brutal kick would land, your foot crashing into my balls with a force that makes me gasp, the pain ripping through my body. You’d smile down at me, watching me squirm, savoring every cry that slips out of me. But you wouldn’t stop, no, not until I’m thrashing under you, my body wracked with agony, every new blow a reminder of how helpless I am. Your laughter would cut through the pain, knowing that no matter how much I beg, I’m yours to break.

But you’d want more than just pain, wouldn’t you? You’d need to take it further, to destroy me completely, body and mind. Once you’ve had your fill of kicking me, you’d release me just enough to shove me down, taking your place right on my face. My mouth would be your playground, my tongue working desperately, feverishly, to keep up as you grind yourself against me. And then, with no warning, you’d spit down into my mouth, forcing me to swallow every drop, owning me completely. Over and over, you’d pull yourself up, spit, then press yourself back down, making sure I taste nothing but you. The shame would consume me, and with it, my surrender. I’d be nothing more than your pet, craving every brutal command, desperate to please you in whatever filthy way you desire.

But I know you’d take it further. You wouldn’t stop there, would you, Miss Autumn? You’d want to break me in the one way you know would ruin me completely. You know the rules my wife has set, that I’m forbidden to have penetrative sex. And that’s exactly why you’d make me do it. You’d tie me down, securing me so tight I can’t even flinch, and then, with that wicked smile, you’d slide down onto my cock, knowing I’m helpless beneath you. Every inch of you around me would be ecstasy and pure terror, knowing that with each thrust, I’m breaking my wife’s command—and that I’ll pay for it later. But you wouldn’t care. You’d love every second, taking what you want, knowing you’ve trapped me, made me betray everything just to be inside you.

Your hips would move with that perfect, punishing rhythm, grinding down harder, faster, each thrust making it harder to hold on, to resist. And you’d be in my ear, taunting me, reminding me of what’s waiting for me when my wife finds out, whispering every punishment I’ll face because of you. I’d be drowning in guilt, terror, and pleasure all at once, completely at your mercy, knowing I’m ruined.

And you wouldn’t stop, not even as I beg. You’d push me until there’s nothing left, taking every last bit of resistance from me, leaving me spent and broken, knowing I’ve been completely and utterly destroyed by you.

This is what I crave, Miss Autumn. Complete, brutal submission. The kind that tears me apart and leaves nothing but your mark.

I appreciate the opportunity to explore this scenario as part of my wife’s request.

With fear and devotion,
Zeek