Lila and Cyn Series

Chapter One: Serendipity in the Pines

The sun dipped low behind the dense pine trees, casting long shadows over the winding path that led to Lila’s cabin. Perched on the edge of a serene forest, her home exuded an enchanting aura with its dark wooden exterior adorned with intricate carvings of mystical symbols. A soft breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and wildflowers.

Lila stood on her porch, a steaming mug of herbal tea cradled in her hands. Her curly red hair caught the golden hues of the setting sun, framing her delicate features and sparkling hazel eyes. She took a deep breath, savoring the tranquility that her secluded cabin provided. As an herbalist and an artist, she often found solace in the natural beauty surrounding her home, a sanctuary from the demands of her work.

Today, however, a sense of anticipation tingled at the edges of her calm. Lila had recently learned from Marley, the general store manager, that a new neighbor was moving in down the road from her. She was intrigued as to who was occupying that vacant cabin, as nobody had lived there in almost 10 years. She was eagerly awaiting to cross paths with her new neighbor, and just hoped they would be a kind friend

Her curiosity was soon satisfied. As Lila was perched on her upper level patio painting the sunset that evening, she heard the distinct crunch of gravel underfoot. She peered down the path and saw a figure approaching—a tall, muscular woman with short dark hair, dressed in cargo pants and a well-worn button-down shirt. Lila’s heart skipped a beat as the woman drew nearer, startling her and hiding behind her easel.

“Hey there,” the woman called out, her voice warm and inviting. “I’m Cyn, your new neighbor.”

Lila slowly stood up, her face hot and sweat forming at her temples, forcing an uncomfortable smile. “H-hi.. I’m Lila. Welcome to the neighborhood. Hold on one moment!”

Lila dashed inside, looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was wearing a long, flowing green nightgown made of soft cotton, adorned with intricate floral embroidery along the neckline and hem. The dress had bell sleeves that reached her wrists, and her waist was cinched with a woven leather belt. This dress hid her curves, and if not for the belt, she felt she would look like a tent. Her feet were bare, and her auburn hair cascaded loosely around her shoulders. She splashed cool water on her face, trying to calm down. God, she looked insane. Lila spent her entire adolescence lusting over fictional characters, but never knew her type in reality until now. Lila whispered, “fuck it”, slipped on her leather slides, and met Cyn at her door.

Cyn extended her hand, and Lila shook it, noting the strength and warmth in her grip. “Thanks. I was just out for a walk and thought I’d introduce myself. You know what they say, heh, it’s good to know your neighbors..”

“I’m glad you did,” Lila replied, abruptly, darting her eyes to the ground immediately after. “It’s nice to have company out here. What brings you to these parts?”

Cyn shrugged, her dark eyes twinkling with mischief. “Needed a change of scenery. Heard this place was quiet, thought it would be a good spot to settle.”

Lila nodded, feeling a connection forming between them. God, she was beautiful. Her breath caught in her throat, and hard for her to formulate complete sentences. Cyn was tall and broad, her frame commanding attention. The worn leather jacket she wore clung to her strong shoulders, hinting at the power beneath. Her short, dark hair was tousled, framing a face that was sharp and striking, with full lips that curved in a teasing smirk. But it was Cyn’s eyes—dark and intense—that captivated Lila the most. They seemed to hold secrets, drawing Lila in with their depth. She darted her eyes to Cyn’s hands , almost instinctively, to see that they were strong, calloused, and Lila couldn’t help but imagine them on her skin, gripping her with authority. Every inch of Cyn radiated dominance, from the way she stood with casual confidence to the way her pants hugged her legs. The scent of leather and pine surrounded her, filling Lila’s senses with a longing that surprised her. In that moment, all Lila could think about was how it would feel to have Cyn take control, her presence overwhelming and intoxicating.

“It is. I love the peace and quiet. And the forest is magical.”

“Magical, huh?” Cyn’s smile widened. “I like the sound of that.”

As they chatted, Lila found herself drawn to Cyn’s playful demeanor and the subtle hints of mystery that lingered around her. Cyn had a way of making her feel at ease, and Lila couldn’t help but be intrigued by her new neighbor.

“Would you like to come in for some tea?” Lila offered, gesturing toward her cabin. What the fuck, Lila thought. She felt her legs shaking underneath her.

Cyn’s eyes lit up. “I’d love to. Thanks.”

Inside, the cabin was cozy and inviting, with soft candlelight flickering against the walls adorned with herbs and dried flowers. Lila poured two cups of her signature blend tea and handed one to Cyn. “This is a mix of chamomile, lavender, and lemon balm, with a hint of dried rose petals and a touch of honey.” Cyn smiles, as they settle onto the comfortable couch, the warmth of the tea and the cabin enveloping them.

“This is delicious, thank you.”

“Any time. So, tell me more about yourself, Cyn,” Lila prompted, eager to learn more.

Cyn took a sip of her tea, her gaze steady and thoughtful. “Not much to tell, really. I work odd jobs, travel a bit. Came here to find some peace, maybe a fresh start.”

Lila nodded, sensing there was more to Cyn’s story than she was letting on. Lila tilted her head, intrigued. “Odd jobs? Like what?”

Cyn’s lips curved slightly, “Here and there. Carpentry, fixing things up, clearing paths in the woods.” She looked away, as if the details weren’t important, though Lila felt there was more Cyn wasn’t saying. “I’m good with my hands,” Cyn added, her voice a little deeper.

Lila’s breath hitched, and she tucked a loose curl behind her ear to mask her reaction. “Sounds… useful,” she murmured, her eyes darting to Cyn’s hands again, imagining their strength, the way they’d feel against her.

Cyn chuckled softly, her gaze returning to Lila, sharp and knowing. “You’re blushing,” she pointed out, leaning forward slightly, her presence suddenly more intense.

Lila’s cheeks flushed even deeper at the teasing tone in Cyn’s voice. She looked away, trying to gather her composure. “Am I? Must be the heat from the fire,” she replied, forcing a light laugh, though she knew it was a weak excuse.

Cyn didn’t seem convinced. She leaned back in her chair, her smirk widening as she watched Lila fidget. “You seem like the type who spends a lot of time in her head,” she said after a pause. “Too much time alone out here, maybe?”

Lila glanced up, biting her lip. “Is that a bad thing?” she asked softly.

“Not always,” Cyn replied, her voice low and almost rough. “But sometimes you need someone to pull you out of your own thoughts. Someone to remind you there’s more than just the quiet.”

Lila swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. Cyn’s words hung heavy in the air, and she found herself leaning into the tension, drawn to it despite her nerves. “Perhaps. Perhaps you are correct” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes locked with Cyn’s.

Cyn’s smirk faded slightly, her gaze growing darker, more serious. “Tell me more about yourself, do you have family living out here?” She leaned forward again, anticipating her response.

Lila’s heart raced, her breath shallow as Cyn’s words wrapped around her like a tether, pulling her closer, even as they scared her. She felt the heat between them, undeniable, but tried to shift into the new conversation.

She licked her lips nervously. “My parents gave up their parental rights to my maternal grandmother, and I’ve never met them. My grandmother passed five years ago and that’s when I moved out here. She was my everything, and I live my life to make her proud,” she said, fighting back tears.

Cyn held her gaze, unblinking. “I want you to know that I’m so sorry for your loss, and I do not take you being vulnerable with me for granted” she said, her voice low and husky.

Lila felt like bursting out in tears right there. After being alone for five years, any form of kindness touched her soul. “And you,” she responded, “what about your family?”

Lila felt a growing sense of comfort and connection with Cyn, a feeling that was both exciting and a little daunting.

Cyn hesitates before answering. “My dad spent more time screwing hookers and drinking at dive bars than being at home and my mother is bipolar. I raised myself and my two younger brothers. My family never accepted my identity either, and I’ve always felt distanced from them.”

Lila puts her hand on Cyn’s shoulder. “Cyn, I’m so sorry. They should be proud of the person you are today.” Her voice trails off.

“Well, thanks for the tea, Lila. It was nice getting to know you.”

“Likewise,” Lila replied, her heart fluttering with a mix of emotions. “Don’t be a stranger.”

“I won’t,” Cyn promised, her gaze lingering on Lila for a moment longer before she turned and walked down the path, disappearing into the twilight.

As Lila watched her go, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the beginning of something special, but did she fuck it up?

Chapter Two: Stirring Desires

In the two weeks after the first encounter, Lila’s feelings about Cyn felt different, almost awkward, charged with an undercurrent Lila couldn’t quite explain, though the sensation lingered like the scent of wildflowers on the breeze. Her cabin, normally a sanctuary for calm and reflection, now buzzed with anticipation. And Cyn was at the center of it all.

Lila couldn’t stop thinking about her. She should have reached out first, right? Was that the last time they would ever speak? Was she even her type? Would Cyn be interested in a bigger girl? The casual confidence in the way Cyn moved, her strong, muscular frame perfectly contained in those worn cargo pants, the way her short dark hair framed those piercing eyes—everything about Cyn had Lila mesmerized. She’d never expected to encounter a woman like Cyn out here, deep in the woods, and yet now that she had, she couldn’t shake the magnetic pull.

Cyn exuded a quiet strength, the kind Lila had only read about in her romance novels but had never experienced in real life. And the thought of it consumed her, haunting her quiet moments with an intensity she hadn’t felt in a long time. Lila often found herself imagining Cyn stepping behind her, large hands wrapping around her waist, cupping her curves and admiring her thickness, pulling her in close—perhaps even rougher than she dared to admit. She wondered about Cyn’s sexual experiences, and if she would mind her lack of. If she would mind her cellulite, her stretch marks, her chubby thighs. She flushed at the thought, heat pooling low in her belly. She hadn’t realized how much she longed for that kind of energy until now.

One late afternoon, after the fantasies began to cloud her focus and she had to do something about it, Lila decided to visit Cyn. But first, she must prepare herself. After a soak in lavender salts and some affirmations, she puts her hair in two wispy braids before picking out her outfit. She pulled out a white lacy overlay to go on top of a cream silk long camisole, brown tights, and a green and ocean blue cardigan her grandmother had knit for her once upon a time. She then carefully prepared a basket—an excuse, really, to see her again—stuffed with herbal teas, homemade preserves, and freshly baked bread. She laced up her brown boots, and took a deep breath. The walk to Cyn’s cabin was only a few minutes, yet Lila’s heart was racing the entire way, her mind swirling with thoughts that bordered on scandalous. Every step closer to Cyn stirred that desire in her core, the lingering fantasy of being pressed up against her cabin walls.

When Lila knocked on Cyn’s door, it swung open with ease, revealing Cyn’s tall, strong form standing in the doorway. Lila’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of her neighbor’s easy grin. The familiarity in Cyn’s expression was like a warm embrace, but there was something more too—something Lila longed to sink into.

“Lila! What a surprise,” Cyn greeted her with that same unruffled charm that had Lila weak at the knees. “Come on in.”

Stepping into Cyn’s cabin, Lila felt a thrum of excitement ripple through her. The room was simple, cozy, much like her own—yet it had Cyn’s undeniable presence stamped all over it. From the guitar resting against the wall to the worn leather boots by the door, everything screamed rugged, and Lila couldn’t help but imagine Cyn using that strength, those hands, in ways that left her breathless.

“I brought a little something for you,” Lila said, offering the basket with an innocent smile. But her mind raced with far less innocent thoughts.

Cyn’s dark eyes glinted with appreciation as she accepted the gift. “You didn’t have to, but I appreciate it. This looks amazing.” Her voice had that low, gravelly tone that sent shivers down Lila’s spine.

As Cyn set the basket on the counter, Lila’s gaze involuntarily traveled over her shoulders, admiring the way her muscles flexed beneath the fabric of her shirt. Lila felt her skin heat as her thoughts drifted again—this time to Cyn grabbing her from behind, pulling her close, strong arms locking her in place. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry.

They moved to the living room, each carrying a cup of tea, though Lila was more focused on the proximity between them. As they settled into their seats by the fire, their conversation flowed with ease, but Lila found it harder and harder to concentrate. Cyn was intoxicatingly close—too close for her mind not to wander.

“So what made you pick this spot?” Cyn asked, breaking through Lila’s reverie. “Not exactly a bustling town full of people.”

Lila smiled, though her thoughts were anything but serene. “I needed a change… some quiet,” she replied, her voice softer than usual. She noticed Cyn’s eyes on her, steady and intent. “I wanted somewhere to reconnect with nature.”

“Seems like you’ve found that,” Cyn mused, her lips curving slightly. “It’s a good spot for peace… and maybe a little more.”

Lila’s breath caught in her throat at the way Cyn said more, the word sending a spark through her. She shifted in her seat, wishing she could quell the heat rising within her. She thought of her hands around her throat, her perfect lips on her pussy. She would do anything she asked her to do.

Cyn picked up her guitar, and began strumming a melody that was haunting and beautiful, much like the woman herself. “Oh wow, are you self taught?” “My grandfather kept his guitar in our garage and when things got rough, I’d go outside and practice.” Lila nodded. The music only deepened Lila’s sense of longing, adding fuel to the fire already burning low in her belly. As Cyn’s fingers expertly coaxed each note from the strings, Lila couldn’t help but picture those hands on her skin—firm, possessive. The air in the cabin seemed to thicken with unspoken tension, a tension that both excited and terrified her. “So, how old are you?,” Lila clumsily asks. “I’m 34, you?” “I’m 25.”
“Wow. How did you manage to buy yourself a cabin at 21?” “Well, it actually belonged to my late grandfather. It was left to my grandmother, who gave it to me when she passed.” “Oh, wow. Well, I’m happy you’re here” “I’m happy to be here, even more so now that you are,” her cheeks flushing deep shades of splotchy red.

Cyn puts her guitar down and watches Lila closely. There was an intensity in Cyn’s gaze that made Lila’s heart skip a beat. “You’re really good,” Lila whispered, though her thoughts were far from the music now.

“Thanks,” Cyn said, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. “It’s a release.”

Lila barely nodded, her mind still caught on the image of Cyn behind her, those strong hands gripping her hips, holding her steady. She wanted it—more than she dared admit aloud. The intensity of her attraction had taken her by surprise, and yet, she couldn’t shake it. Not with Cyn sitting across from her, close enough to touch, her presence so commanding.

“Did you know that you are incredibly beautiful, Lila? Not to be too forward or anything, but you have this Romanesque beauty about you. Like a painting, I could stare for hours.” Lila could barely contain her desire, and panicked, stumbling over her words. “I… heh… you are too. And I mean it. Can you tell?,” she said, with a slight giggle. Cyn reaches for her right hand, and pulls her up from the loveseat. She walked her to the door, their hands brushed in what should have been an innocent gesture, but the contact sent electricity through Lila’s veins. Her gaze lingered on Cyn’s lips for a split second too long before she quickly averted her eyes, heat rising to her cheeks.

“Thanks for coming by, Lila, but I have an early morning and it is already 10:30. I want to see you tomorrow. ” Cyn said softly, her voice like velvet.

“Anytime,” Lila replied, her voice catching just slightly. She knew she meant it. She would be back. And when she returned, she couldn’t help but wonder just how much further their growing connection might take them.

As Lila walked back through the forest, the air around her seemed thick with possibility, the scent of pine and wildflowers no longer the only things intoxicating her senses. She smiled to herself, excitement thrumming beneath her skin.

Chapter 3: The Invitation

Lila could not sleep. She tossed and turned, touched herself to the thought of Cyn dominating her, and slept for a grand total of four hours. As she woke up that morning, took a long shower, and picked out a sheer black shirt, long black tulle skirt, a flowy cardigan, and her black woven leather belt with silver accents. Her breasts were large, but perky. Her nipples showing through the fabric, but she declined wearing a bra as her work today consisted of making calming tinctures for child with severe sensory sensitivities.

She loved this time of year. Hearing the soft rustle of leaves outside her cabin, the midst of fall. She stood by the window, nursing her second cup of coffee, her gaze drifting over the misty woods. The distant hum of life beyond the trees felt like another world, far removed from her cozy sanctuary. She opened her herbal journal and began gathering ingredients. 1. Valerian root, check. 2. Chamomile, check. 3. Lemon balm, check. 4. Holy basil, check. 5. Passionflower, getting low but has enough for today.

She felt at peace in her solitude, yet there was a lingering energy she couldn’t shake, a subtle hum beneath the surface of her quiet life. God, can’t she tell she wants her? She wants her fingers in her mouth and her tight virgin pussy. She wants to be flipped on her stomach and railed from behind, hair being pulled, told to take it. Fuck.

A knock at the door startled her from her reverie. Lila’s heart skipped, and she set her mug down carefully. She hadn’t been expecting anyone.

As she approached the door, her mind raced with curiosity, forgetting about her exposed nipples. She opened it to reveal Cyn, standing there with her usual confident stance, dark eyes glinting beneath the brim of her worn cap, muscles bursting out of her beige overalls. A chill ran down Lila’s spine at the sight of her.

“Morning, Lila,” Cyn greeted, her voice as smooth as ever, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. “Marley sent me. She mentioned something about leaky floorboards?”

Lila blinked, trying to process the sudden shift in her day. She had mentioned her floorboards to Marley in passing, but she hadn’t expected any help—especially not from Cyn. “Oh, right. I didn’t think it was that urgent.”

Cyn shrugged, stepping closer, her presence commanding yet calm. “Marley figured I had the time, so I thought I’d come take a look. If you don’t mind, of course.”

There was something in Cyn’s gaze, an intensity that made Lila’s pulse quicken. She hesitated for only a moment before stepping aside. “Sure, come on in.”

Cyn entered the cabin, her boots thudding softly against the wooden floor. Lila closed the door behind her, the sound of the latch clicking into place suddenly louder in the quiet space. She turned to find Cyn already surveying the room, her gaze thoughtful as she took in the details.

“So, where’s the trouble?” Cyn asked, her eyes meeting Lila’s with that same intensity that always left her breathless.

Lila swallowed, trying to keep her voice steady. “In the kitchen. Near the back door. The boards creak, and it’s been getting worse with the rain.”

Cyn nodded and moved toward the kitchen, her movements deliberate and sure. Lila found herself trailing behind, her eyes lingering on Cyn’s broad shoulders, the way her arms flexed as she moved. She had always been drawn to Cyn’s quiet strength, the way she seemed to command every space she entered without needing to say much.

As Cyn knelt to examine the floorboards, Lila leaned against the counter, trying to steady her thoughts. But it was hard to ignore the way Cyn’s presence filled the room, making the space feel smaller, more intimate.

“It’s a bit warped,” Cyn said after a moment, running her hand over the wood. “I’ll need to pull up a few boards, see what’s going on underneath.”

Lila nodded, though her mind was only half on the floorboards. The other half was entirely focused on Cyn—on the way her hands moved with such practiced ease, the way her dark hair fell just above her eyes as she worked. She couldn’t help but imagine those hands on her, guiding her, grounding her.

“Do you need anything?” Lila asked, her voice softer than she intended.

Cyn looked up, her gaze locking onto Lila’s. There was a pause, a beat of silence that hung heavy between them. “Yeah,” Cyn said quietly, standing up slowly. “I could use a little help.”

Lila’s breath hitched as Cyn moved closer, her hand brushing lightly against Lila’s arm. The touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine. Cyn’s fingers lingered, tracing a slow line up to her shoulder, and Lila felt herself leaning into the touch without thinking.

“Help with what?” Lila asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Cyn’s lips curled into a smirk, her dark eyes never leaving Lila’s. “With this,” she murmured, leaning in. Her hand slid around to the back of Lila’s neck, pulling her closer until their lips were just a breath apart.

Lila’s heart pounded in her chest as Cyn closed the distance, capturing her lips in a kiss that was soft yet demanding, full of the heat that had been building between them for so long. Lila melted into it, her hands finding their way to Cyn’s waist, clutching at the fabric of her shirt as she deepened the kiss.

Cyn responded with a low hum of approval, her hands slipping down to Lila’s hips, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. The kiss grew more urgent, more heated, and Lila felt herself drowning in the sensation of it, of Cyn’s strength and warmth enveloping her. Cyn began to thumb at her hard and exposed nipples before quickly moving her hand to Lila’s cheek.

When Cyn finally pulled back, Lila was breathless, her lips tingling, pussy dripping. But Cyn didn’t let her go far. She kept one hand on Lila’s hip, the other brushing a strand of red hair away from her face.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” Cyn admitted, her voice low and rough.

Lila smiled, her own fingers tracing the line of Cyn’s jaw. “Me too.”

Cyn chuckled softly, leaning in for another kiss. This one was slower, more deliberate, and Lila felt her whole body respond, heat pooling low in her belly as Cyn’s hands roamed over her back, her hips, teasingly close to where she needed them.

But Cyn didn’t rush. She took her time, kissing and exploring, pushing Lila to the edge but never quite giving her what she craved. Lila gasped as Cyn’s lips trailed down her neck, her hands gripping Cyn’s shoulders for support.

“Cyn,” Lila breathed, her voice trembling with need.

But Cyn just smirked against her skin, pulling back slightly to meet Lila’s gaze. “Patience, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice a low purr. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Lila’s breath caught in her throat at the pet name, her body thrumming with anticipation. Cyn’s teasing touch, her commanding presence, the way she held Lila right on the edge—it was intoxicating.

Cyn glances at the time on the clock in the living room, and her eyes widen. “I.. I have to go. I have another client. I’m so sorry. I’ll finish your floorboards soon.” She rushes out the door, shaking her head. After she leaves and the door latches, she turns around against the door and grunts. Fuck! We were so close! She stomps to her bedroom, pulls out her green wand, and pulls up her skirt. She presses the vibration to her clit, and buckles her knees in pleasure. She pictures Cyn choking her, spanking her, tying her up. “I’m such a filthy slut. What is wrong with me?” Truth is, Lila has had these thoughts before, but never paid them much attention. She assumed it was caused by watching too much porn, reading too many wattpad stories, or some repressed traumatic past. Oh well. Who cares? Lila erupts in an intense orgasm and passes out after the first evening hour.

Chapter 4: Reading

A week passed, and the silence was deafening.

Every day felt longer than the last, the hours stretching out endlessly as Lila replayed that encounter in her mind over and over again. She hadn’t heard a word from Cyn since she walked out of the cabin, leaving Lila with nothing but questions and an overwhelming sense of anticipation. The weight of her promise hung heavy in the air, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

Each time she caught a glimpse of her phone, her heart would leap, hoping for a message from Cyn. But there was nothing—just the vast, echoing silence that seemed to grow louder with every passing day. Cyn had simply disappeared, leaving Lila with her thoughts and the lingering memory of that electrifying moment.

By the sixth day, Lila had nearly convinced herself that Cyn had changed her mind, that maybe this was all too much. But then, on the seventh morning, she found it.

Lila stepped out onto her porch, blinking in the pale sunlight, and froze. There, resting on the old wooden planks, was a thick, leather-bound book—worn and weathered, with no title on the cover. Beside it, a sticky note was attached with Cyn’s familiar scrawl:

“ Lila,

There are parts of me that cannot exist in the light, parts that thrive in the shadows where control and desire entwine so deeply that one cannot exist without the other. This is my truth, my need—a need that goes beyond want or preference. It is the only way I can be.

I have tried to understand love without power, affection without submission, but those kinds of relationships slip through my fingers like smoke. I do not understand how people live in the softness of vanilla, in the tender spaces where boundaries blur into compromise, where passion is gentle and hearts are left untouched by the burn of true connection.

With you, it’s different. I see your submission in the way you look at me, the way your body responds to my presence, even when you don’t realize it. You are made for this, Lila—made for surrender. I feel it in my bones. And because of that, I cannot control myself around you. I cannot keep pretending that I am something I’m not. I know how quickly you’ll fall for me once you give in, and I know that I will fall just as fast.

But I can only give myself to you through this. I can only love you within the structure of control, within the rituals of dominance and submission. This is the only way I know how to be vulnerable, the only way I know how to trust. Without this, there is nothing. I cannot separate the desire for control from my heart, because it is all intertwined.

So, this manual is not just a set of rules. It is my offering to you, my way of saying that I want you, that I need you—but only if you can accept this part of me. I cannot have a relationship that doesn’t burn with this intensity, that doesn’t echo with the power of surrender and control. This is how I love. This is how I exist.

If you can accept that, if you can fall into this with me, I will give you everything—my strength, my protection, my devotion. But without it, there can be nothing between us. My love cannot breathe in any other space.

Think carefully before you sign, because once you do, there’s no turning back. I want you fully, but only on these terms.

Look this over for at least five days before you decide. If you agree, bring the signed last page to me and surrender yourself. If not, we’re done. No exceptions. - Cyn”

Lila’s heart pounded as she picked up the book, her fingers tracing the worn edges of the leather. It felt heavy in her hands, both physically and emotionally. She knew, without even opening it, that this was something Cyn had written herself. This wasn’t just a manual—it was a part of Cyn’s soul, her deepest desires laid bare in ink and paper.

The Rules

1. Submission and Control

   • Rule 1.1: You will address me as Sir or Master during any scene. Outside of scenes, you will refer to me as Sir when we are in private, and Cyn when we are in public. There is no room for disrespect. • Rule 1.2: You will surrender yourself to me completely. Your body, mind, and pleasure are mine to control. You are to follow my commands without hesitation or complaint. • Rule 1.3: You will not touch yourself without my explicit permission. Your pleasure is mine to give or withhold as I see fit. If you disobey this rule, there will be severe punishment.

2. Communication

   • Rule 2.1: Safe words are mandatory. Yellow means slow down, red means stop immediately. If you are gagged or unable to speak, you will use a pre-designated signal to indicate your need to stop. • Rule 2.2: You will communicate your desires, fears, and limits clearly, but once those are established, you are expected to trust me fully. Any attempts to manipulate or test me will result in punishment. • Rule 2.3: You are to send me a detailed report every day, describing how you are feeling and reflecting on your submission. This report must include details of any fantasies you’ve had, how you’ve obeyed the rules, and any failures.

3. Boundaries and Limits

   • Rule 3.1: Your hard limits will be respected, but all other areas are fair game. I expect you to push your boundaries and trust me to know how far you can go. Your current hard limits are: [Insert Lila’s hard limits here]. • Rule 3.2: You are not to question my authority during scenes. You may express discomfort or fear, but you are not to resist unless your safe word is used. You will submit to me completely, even if it scares you. • Rule 3.3: If you challenge my authority outside of scenes, there will be consequences. Disobedience will not be tolerated. Punishments will be designed to remind you of your place and ensure you do not make the same mistake twice.

4. Rituals and Routine

   • Rule 4.1: You will maintain a nightly ritual of submission. Every night before bed, you will kneel at my feet, naked, and wait for my instructions. I may choose to use you, punish you, or simply enjoy your submission in silence. This will remind you of your place. • Rule 4.2: You will wear a collar during scenes. This collar is a symbol of your submission and ownership. When it is on, you are mine to do with as I please. When it is off, you will return to your role in the outside world, but you will remember who you belong to. • Rule 4.3: You will keep your body ready for me at all times. This includes keeping yourself clean, shaved, and available whenever I call for you. You will not deny me access to your body under any circumstances.

5. Discipline and Reward

   • Rule 5.1: Disobedience will be punished. Punishments may include, but are not limited to: spanking, denial of orgasm, prolonged edging, public humiliation, or tasks designed to test your endurance and obedience. • Rule 5.2: Rewards will be given when you’ve earned them. You may be granted orgasms, praise, or other privileges when you please me. Your pleasure is a reward, not a right. • Rule 5.3: You are expected to maintain a high standard of obedience and respect at all times. Failure to do so will result in consequences that remind you of your role.

6. Surrender

   • Rule 6.1: The final act of submission is signing this manual. By signing, you agree to follow the rules laid out within, to trust me with your submission, and to give me complete control over your body and mind. • Rule 6.2: If you choose to sign, you will surrender yourself to me fully. You will bring the signed last page to me, and we will begin immediately. Failure to bring the signed page means you do not agree to the terms, and our relationship will return to that of strangers. • Rule 6.3: If you choose not to sign, you must never speak to me of this again. You will respect my boundaries, and we will not pursue anything further. Our connection will be severed completely.

7. Final Agreement

   • Rule 7.1: This is a binding contract. Once signed, you are agreeing to submit to me fully. This will remain in place until I decide otherwise, or until we mutually agree to change it. • Rule 7.2: Your submission is not ownership. You are free to walk away, but if you do, you will lose me entirely. If at any point you wish to end our dynamic, you must communicate that to me clearly and respectfully. • Rule 7.3: By signing, you are choosing to give yourself to me completely. This is a commitment to your submission and to our dynamic. There will be no turning back.

Lila swallowed hard as she reached the last page. There, at the bottom, was a signature line, waiting for her name. The choice was clear—sign and surrender, or walk away forever. She closed the book, her mind spinning with the possibilities. Five days. She had five days to decide if she was ready for this, ready to give herself to Cyn completely, or if the price was too high.