Natural Submissive

The Different Friends

Ashlyn

I have two best friends in life. There is Peyton the brainy lawyer. Peyton Miller was a dedicated person who didn't take any s**t. But the thing is, she was lonely, the kind of lonely that had her saying, "I don't need a man to complete me." But her eyes were saying, "I just need a nice date with a normal guy. Please help me!"

And then there was Carter. My free spirit best friend who declared love wasn't for her. She was a relationship Nazi and was starting to worry me with her bed hopping and brushing off men who wants to give her the moon and more if she'd just commit to them. But of course she'd say no and just go and find some other guy to screw.

Biting my bottom lip I was torn on whether or not to tell them about Mario. Don't get me wrong I don't keep things from my friends but when they weren't flushed from pleasure, something Peyton never is, and Carter always is, they tend to be a little negative.

And by negative I mean Carter will grill me mercilessly until she's satisfied with knowing I'm not in love. And Peyton would be so green with envy she'd bitterly lash out at me and then promptly not speak to me for weeks. That is until she becomes too lonely and needs to live through me.

They were now currently on my case about my relationship and breakup with Logan.

Peyton was happy now that we were both single but also angry that I let a "good man" get away. Looking at her I stared into her eyes until she looked away. Peyton knew I wanted to throw out all the times she's scared men away with her above it all nature and competitive drive. But from the sour look on her face she already knew that without me having to point that out.

And then there was Carter who kept insisting we go out and find me a man to f**k until I'm d**k bonkers. Like her. Carter had said I should have been f****d Logan but she could see why I didn't predicting he was selfish in bed and probably had a small d**k.

But I saw through her, while Carter liked to front that she was happy with a new talking dildo every night I knew she wasn't. Who Carter is now is a dramatic back slid to who she once was. Every time Carter discards a man like trash she feels good, powerful. But every time a man discards her she feels worthless.

Like the man who started this f****d up chain in her.

I know this sounds mean but I didn't want to become a c**k thirsty slut who's only enjoyment in life was making grown men cry. I also didn't want to feel the emptiness Carter did that resides in her chest. When Carter saw my expression she turned hot red in the face and looked away. She was ashamed and embarrassed by her actions, but too far gone to stop now.

Leaning back in the booth I thought about Mario and the b**m club he had shown me. It was actually the only thing I could think about. One thing I was thinking about was the paddling part.

The dominate had used a black paddle with the words kitten engraved into it to spank her. I don't know why but that part was amazingly erotic to me. 'Your a dirty girl aren't you?' He sneered as he spanked her without any mercy. 'Yes daddy I am, I'm so sorry.' One last swat to her ass caused her to gasp and then the man was undoing his jeans and then he was pounded into her like a jackhammer on concrete.

Fast and unforgiving.

Fiddling with my napkin I looked at my best friends. They have been my best friends since we were teens and like Logan have always had an opinion on my life.

And if they didn't like it, they were judgmental. Biting my lip I flipped my hair out of my eyes and started to say something when Carter opened her mouth, "Well maybe now you can get a life." Looking at her I leaned back and said,"Excuse me?"

Carter shrugged, "I'm sorry sweetie but you're boring. The only time you do anything bold or exciting is when you're with us. You have to be more interesting if you want to keep a man." Peyton nodded in agreement and I bit back my insult.

The last time we went skinny dipping Peyton had worn a swim suit. I hated how she was being hypocritical but then again that was Peyton. She pointed out everyone's flaws but her own.

"She's right," Peyton said amused, "You need to put your self out there more. We're not going to always be there to push you out your comfort zone." Nodding I started to say something but then my mind flashed back to Mario. The handsome, amazing, guy who gave me compliments and gave me his undivided attention.

"You guys are right." I found myself saying, "I should work on being bolder." Peyton smiled at me sheepishly and Carter held up her hands in mock surrender, "All we were saying." Smiling at her widely I saw through her as my mind thought of the show the other night.

Be bold.