Surrender
Surrender — a word with many nuanced meanings. Using extracts of my spicy fiction, I demonstrate appeal that you might not have considered.
Surrender — a word with so many nuanced meanings. Marie Rebel posted this prompt on her Wicked Wednesday meme, which got me thinking.
1a: to yield to the power, control, or possession of another upon compulsion or demand e.g. surrendered the fort b: to give up completely or agree to forgo especially in favour of another 2a: to give (oneself) up into the power of another especially as a prisoner b: to give (oneself) over to something (such as an influence)
My first thought relating to the word is in its context regarding battle or conflict, where one side / team / competitor yields to bring an end to the competition. They wave the white flag or throw in the towel. The party who surrenders is often thought of as the loser — when in many cases the act/decision is one of self preservation.
A commander who surrenders to a more mighty opponent on realising defeat is unavoidable, is surely hoping their action will avoid unnecessary loss of life within the force/troops under their command.
Another positive spin on surrender is, of course, in a sexual context. Here the ‘pursuing’ party is successful in persuading the other person/captive to welcome their advances. Much joy / pleasure will result from lowering defences and ceasing to resist the active party’s sexual advances.
Kink makes great positive use of surrender, in a realm where domination and punishment abounds. Helplessness and servitude or bending to another’s commands are pleasure inducing situations. Pain or captivity are employed to transport the submissive into what’s known as subspace which is most effective in relationships where good communication and implicit trust exists.
I’ve used a few links from my own erotic stories which feature some very “hot” surrendering for your delectation. Perhaps the teasers I’ve included will encourage you to follow the hyperlinks to the action in its entirety.
In Trick or Treat Halloween Party [2] my main character needs assistance with her costume. However, being dressed as southern smoothie Elvis is no guarantee that her ‘friend with benefits’ Mike behaves like a gentleman!
Mike comes up behind me and I feel his arms resting on the bare skin at my waist.
“Now you just hold your pretty horses.”
He nuzzles my neck and the rumble of his voice makes me ticklish, the vibration travels down to my backside, which feels good!
“You’re kinda like a damsel in distress, young Missy. We don’t want to rush into anything.”
Mike is stroking up and down my ribs now and his hands travel to my shoulders and along my arms, which are still raised, until he presses my hands against the top shelf, guiding me to grip the edge of it.
“Hold on there li’l lady, let a fella assess the situation.”
While his accent makes me want to giggle, what he is doing with his magic fingers has me tingling all over. With strokes up and down my body, his touch is tantalizingly light. His hands run past my panties, then down my legs, made milky and smooth by the white nylon stockings. He massages my feet one by one, rubbing under the arch, which is deliciously soothing, before putting each foot down spaced quite wide apart.
When his hands begin a slow ascent upwards, I hold my breath.
The next tale Chilling me Softly is firmly in the horror/fantasy category. * CW consent is blurred * The assailant is other-worldly.
“I think you like this” the whispery voice of my assailant was creepy but compelling.
I sucked in musty air with my face forced in the bedding, while my entrance was teased; one, then two fingers sliding insistently in and out of me, my heartbeat kicked up.
“Who are you?” I gasped.
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Nothing you haven’t dreamed of,” came the reply.
I began to make mewing sounds as the digits swirling around my clit and labia drove me crazy with arousal. I should have been terrified. I didn’t know who my assailant was or what it’s intentions were, yet I was so turned on I didn’t want the sensations to stop. A third finger was now thrusting in and out of my sopping hole — a cold piston — I loved it.
Could the creature see into my head?
My fantasies featured reluctance. I wanted to be treated like a slut, handled roughly as if my sexy appeal made my partner lose self-control. Being held down earlier, and the shredding of my tights, a gush of hot excitement had pulsed in my cunt.
In the Flash Fiction Coitus Interruptus Vampyr, reading to the end will reveal the ultimate surrender. In this snippet a modern girl offers her calculated surrender — she knows what she wants.
I unclasped the front of my bra, tits springing free which I stroked and cupped, offering them to Brad.
“C’mon big boy, give me all you got!” I met his eyes. Licked my lips while tweaking my nipples.
He moved towards me, his cock glossy from the prophylactic. Bobbing eagerly, it sought my heat and wetness. Brad maneuvered between my spread thighs.
“Are you ready?” we locked eyes.
One arm snaked out, his questing finger slid through the slick on my nether lips.
“Oh, you’re ready,” he smirked with satisfaction.
He pushed that finger in my mouth, so I sucked it clean. Hollowing my cheeks and clenching my pussy, I wished it was his prick.
With his weight braced, his dick nuzzled against my entrance before driving it home. My stomach swooped, going down in a fast lift. His phallus spread and stretched me. I loved the friction of it. When his groin ground at me and his balls slapped, I released a gasp of satisfaction.
My final extract is an example of D/s — a newbie domme plays with an submissive who’s unfamiliar to her. The domme is more often in the role of sub, so she’s very familiar with the pleasure of surrender: Killing Me softly
“Well done, Anita, you took your beating well.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” Her reply hid tears. I detected a wobble at my praise
Through my glove, the heat from her thrashing glowed. Featherlight pressure smoothed the stinging heat around until it abated. An invasive leather finger parted her lips. I pressed into hot depths and her gasp was rewarding, almost distressed as I removed it.
“What’s this, Anita?” My tone snippy, to shame her. “Did you enjoy your punishment?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Her head was already hanging, but her face flamed.
“I don’t think that’s the intention of a punishment. Clean my glove.” Unceremoniously the digit got shoved between her lips to lick and suck it clean.
I strode towards the carefully racked toys and bondage gear, made my selection and returned. Using a spreader bar I shackled Anita’s ankles, to hold her legs in a spread position. I unscrewed the lids off two water bottles and set them aside. Plugging in a powerful Doxy I switched it on, then held it against my pubis. Its distinctively rumbly buzz filled the room. l sighed with building rapture, feeling my own pussy lips part and swell.
Surrender — not always a negative action or stance. It really depends on the situation and your mindset. Give yourself permission to let go sometimes, let another take the lead or appear to have the upper hand, you might find pleasure where you didn’t expect it.