Untying the Knot: Ally's Story
Copyright© 2026 by FyreFoss88
Chapter 13: Submitted
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 13: Submitted - A promiscuous young woman is committed to a controversial sex addiction clinic where she must contend with both the staff and patients (or should that be ‘inmates’?). Untying the Knot is an examination of erotica, submission, and the terrible things people do to each other when seeking meaning in their lives and in their actions; both at a personal and institutional level.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Sharing BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Enema Exhibitionism Fisting Flatulence Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Spitting Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Public Sex Cat-Fighting Revenge Violence
I had no idea how long I had stood there. At some point the wardens put our food boxes through the little hatch at the base of the door, but I didn’t dare move. Trix ate her evening meal and returned to reading.
Darkness had fallen by the time she spoke.
I think that’s long enough, she said, stuffing the book back under her pillow.
The first thing I did was take down my sweatpants and sit on the toilet to relief myself. As I was pissing, Trix got up and took my sealed food bowl from the floor as well as the pair of wooden cutlery I had been given with it. She sat back on her bed and patted the space next to her. I pulled my sweats up and walked towards her.
Uh-uh, she held up her hand, take that top off, it reeks of piss - and take the panties out of your mouth.
I sat down next to her, naked from the waste up. It was cold, and my skin was covered in goose flesh and my nipples were bolt stiff. She cracked the lid on my food.
Chicken curry with rice, she said, I’m sorry that it’s gone cold, but it can’t be helped.
She put the wooden fork into the bowl, stirred it all about, and came up with a portion. She brandished it at my face.
Eat, she said.
I opened my mouth and let her put the fork inside. I took the food from it and chewed.
Good girl, Trix said.
And so she fed me this way. It took a while, at least fifteen to twenty minutes, but she spooned every last bit of it into my mouth before throwing it down on the floor.
Make sure you get up early enough to clean before the wardens come, she said, and not just the food. You’ll need to clean up all the piss from the floor by the toilet.
Yes, Trix, I said.
She looked at my naked body.
I don’t think we should have sex tonight, she said, I think I have already asked enough of you.
Yes, Trix, I said again, if it pleases you.
It pleases me...
She trailed off. She was staring at my chest. I had never seen her look at me like that. It was how I had wanted her to look at me since the start. She reached out a hand and cupped a tit. She ran a thumb over my nipple. Pleasure shot through me. She looked deep into my eyes and I looked deep into hers.
When was it you knew that you liked women, Ally? She whispered to me, as if she didn’t want the world to know she had asked.
My head was spinning with the directions the day had taken.
I don’t know, Trix, I said, I’ve always liked women.
She leaned in and kissed me. There was no tongue, but it was deep and hard on the lips. My brain did somersaults. It felt like I had electricity inside my head. Nothing mattered right then; not what had just happened, not what would happen after.
She withdrew.
You taste like piss, she said.
I’m sorry, Trix, I replied.
She flicked my nipple again and then took away her hand.
Go and get some sleep, she told me, you can bring yourself off if you need to.
Thank you, Trix, I said.
I got up, took off the rest of my clothes and climbed the ladder to my bunk. I put my fingers between my legs and I was soaking wet but I just felt numb so I rolled over and closed my eyes.
In the morning I got right to cleaning the place up. My tank top reeked of piss so I had to wear the one that I’d dusted and brushed the floors with in order to get showered.
I’d smiled at Trix when she woke up but we hadn’t said a word to each other all morning and the silence remained as we walked the showers. The warden turned and looked at me and I hoped that he couldn’t smell me.
I tried not to get too close to anyone until I had dumped my still wet clothes into the giant bin on wheels. By the time I had gotten the rest of my clothes off and picked up my towel and soap a bunch of other people had thrown their clothes in on top of mine.
As we turned the corner into the shower area, Linda was there, wearing a raincoat and wellies.
Please forgive this wanton invasion of your privacy, but we cannot afford to have any more accidents, she said darkly.
Today, nobody jeered or cat-called, and more importantly, nobody bickered or fought. I wasn’t entirely mad at Linda being there, as I was able to shower in peace, and fuck did I need it. I didn’t care if she was watching me. I needed to get clean.
After we had exited and dressed, I was split from Trix again and placed into my newbie group led by Linda. It was to be our last day together. We would be integrated into other groups around the hall, we were told, for this evening there would be more new arrivals.
People leave when they are ready, but intakes are always done on Monday evenings, Linda explained. It was not a coincidence that you all showed up here at the same time.
For our last session, we were to reflect fully on our past for the last time and share with the group any lessons that may be learned from it.
From this point on however, Linda said, all of your group work - so not including your sessions with Emma - will be focused entirely on looking towards the future. You will begin your healing and learn tools for returning to society as happy, sexually healthy people.
In turn, we talked about what it was from our pasts that could be brought into the future to strengthen us.
Katie with the tits talked at length about how her infidelity and the consequences of her actions stayed with her every day; it was a weight around her neck to remind her of what she could have lost - her family.
Everyone clapped.
What about you, Ally?
There is true value in submission, I said.
I must ask you to elaborate, Linda replied.
Well, I hesitated, to give yourself completely to someone. There can be satisfaction in that. In doing everything you can to make them happy. To give your everything to them.
Some of the folks nodded but Linda scowled at me.
Submission is also integral to hedonistic BDSM culture, Linda offered, and to give yourself so openly and totally to someone is to give away your own self worth and identity.
I shook my head.
Is a good Christian wife not submissive to her husband? I asked.
I think you mean subservient in that context, Katie said.
No, the girl has the right of it, said Lauren who loved black cock. To be subservient is to give in to an existing power structure and to passively accept the state of things. To submit is willing. To submit is true power. There is much pleasure to be got from letting go.
I am not want to discourage such open discourse from you all but I must remind you that I cannot permit the discussion of perverse or dangerous sexual behavior, Linda explained.