Weekend of Submission at the Rural Estate of the Mysterious Dominant Couple

I never thought submission would become my greatest desire. I was twenty-eight, a single woman named Ewelina working in an office in a big city, yet deep down I longed for something beyond routine. An adult classifieds portal caught my attention—an offer from a mysterious couple seeking a submissive woman for a weekend at their rural estate. My heart raced as I wrote the message. After several phone calls in which Viktor—his voice deep and commanding—and Serafina—her tone soft and seductive—asked precise questions about my limits, I received the invitation.

The road to the estate wound through forests and fields, far from civilization. I arrived late on Friday afternoon. The gate opened automatically and I parked in front of a vast historic manor surrounded by a park. I stepped out of the car in a simple black dress, wearing no underwear as instructed. The door was opened by Serafina, a tall brunette with full curves, dressed in a tight red gown that accentuated her ample breasts and hips. She was about forty but looked like a goddess of desire.

– Welcome, Ewelina. You're punctual. That's a good start – she said with a smile that sent a shiver through me.

Behind her stood Viktor, a powerful man in his forties with greying temples and a muscular frame beneath a black shirt. His gaze felt like shackles; I immediately felt naked under it.

– Come in. From now on you speak only when asked. Remove your shoes and kneel – Viktor commanded in a bass voice that made me wet between the thighs.

I obeyed without hesitation. I knelt on the cool floor of the hall, my heart pounding. Serafina approached, her heels clicking provocatively.

– You are our submissive for the weekend. State your limits: the safe word is 'red'. Yellow – slow down, green – continue. Say them.

– Red, yellow, green – I whispered in a trembling voice.

Viktor nodded.

– Good. Now stand and follow us. The guest room is yours, but from now on you sleep where we tell you.

They showed me the estate: spacious salons with fireplaces, a library full of erotic volumes, a cellar with BDSM equipment that made me press my thighs together. In the dining room we ate dinner—I naked at the table, they fully clothed. Serafina fed me grapes by hand while Viktor stroked my skin beneath the table.

– For the first time I feel so submissive – I admitted when they allowed me to speak.

– This is only the beginning, darling – Serafina murmured, her fingers brushing my nipples. – Tomorrow we truly begin.

I spent the night in their bedroom, tied to the bed with silk scarves. They listened to my moans as Serafina licked me gently and Viktor watched. I was truly theirs. Their voices woke me in the morning.

– Up, Ewelina. Time for the morning submission rituals.

I washed under their gaze; they oiled my skin, dressed me in black lace bodysuit and stockings. I ate breakfast on my knees at Viktor’s feet. Tension rose with every command, each one sending waves of arousal through me. I spent the afternoon in the garden on Serafina’s leash, learning submissive positions: kneeling, bowing, presenting. Viktor tested my endurance with a crop—light strikes that burned deliciously.

– Green – I moaned each time.

In the evening in the salon by the fire they truly began. Serafina fastened a sequined collar around my neck.

– You are ours. Say it.

– I am yours – I repeated, and they rewarded me with kisses and caresses. That first day was like a drug—I knew the weekend was only just beginning.

The second day of submission awakened the beast of desire within me. I woke in the cellar Viktor called the “chamber of delights.” I lay on a leather bench, wrists and ankles stretched in cuffs, naked except for the collar. Serafina sat nearby, sipping coffee, her hand lazily stroking my thigh.

– Good morning, our submissive. Ready for more? – she asked melodiously.

– Green, please, Mistress – I answered, feeling moisture slide down my thighs.

Viktor entered with a tray of toys: vibrators, anal beads, feathers. For the first time I felt such helplessness, yet it was delicious helplessness. They began with a massage—warming oil on my skin, their hands everywhere. Serafina licked my nipples, biting gently, while Viktor massaged my feet, moving higher.

– Tell us what you desire – he commanded.

– Your dominance, Sir. Please, dominate me completely.

They fitted me with a ball gag but allowed safe words through gestures. Viktor entered me slowly from behind while Serafina stimulated my clit with a vibrator. Orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami—I screamed into the gag, body shaking. Then they switched roles. Serafina sat on my face, her sweet taste filling my mouth, while Viktor lightly flogged my back.

– You’re perfect, Ewelina. Truly ours – Serafina whispered, coming on my tongue.

We spent the afternoon in the estate’s sauna. Naked, sweating, I knelt between them. Viktor ordered me to suck him deeply while Serafina struck me with a silk rope across the buttocks. I felt like their toy—and I loved it. In the evening in the dining room, dressed as a maid—short black dress, stockings, cap—I served dinner on all fours.

– Crawl over and lick – Viktor said, pointing under the table.

I licked their feet, then their crotches, until both exploded with pleasure. The night brought shibari—ropes artfully wrapping my body. I hung slightly above the floor while they teased me with feathers and ice. It was hell and heaven at once. On the morning of the third day I was exhausted but craving more. They knew it.

– Last day, darling. You’ll beg for mercy – Serafina promised with a glint in her eye.

The climax arrived on the third day like a storm of passion. I woke in their large bed, wrapped in their bodies. Viktor caressed my breasts, Serafina kissed my neck.

– Today you give us everything, Ewelina. Complete submission – Viktor murmured.

– Yes, Sir. I am yours for the entire weekend – I replied, trembling with arousal.

They began with breakfast in the terrace jacuzzi—I on my knees in the water, sucking them in turn, water splashing around us. Then in the library: tied to a chair with a vibrator inside me on maximum power, I had to read erotic poetry aloud. They watched, teasing each other.

– Louder, submissive! – Serafina cried, coming on Viktor’s fingers.

I couldn’t hold back—orgasm tore through me and they punished me with hand-spanks on the buttocks. The afternoon was spent in the garden: naked on the grass on all fours, Viktor taking me anally, slowly, with plenty of lube, while Serafina licked from beneath. For the first time anal felt so intense—it hurt deliciously; I begged for more.

– Yellow… no, green! – I cried.

In the evening the grand scene unfolded in the salon: me suspended in harnesses, the three of us in a triangle. Viktor inside me, me inside Serafina with my tongue, her teasing us with toys. We came in waves—their moans mingling with mine. Finally, lying exhausted, they held me.

– You were perfect. Come back whenever you wish – Viktor said tenderly.

– I was truly submissive to the point of ecstasy – I admitted, feeling satisfied.

In the morning we said goodbye with kisses. I left the estate changed, with a promise to return. That weekend opened a new era of desire within me.