Submissive Heart

I drove to her city to see her; she told me to routinely check my heart rate and write it down (she would then take my vital signs once we were together)

As soon as I got in the motorbike, my heart rate was 124, and halfway there I got a message from her and it instantly jumped to 151. As I was getting closer, I could feel my heart pounding, and as soon as I parked, I checked my heart rate again—172—and I hadn’t even seen her yet (it made me feel small and like she could control my heart at will).

We agreed to grab a drink and, if things went well, go to her place. I was arriving at the spot where we’d agreed to meet. I greeted her, and she wanted to give me a tight, long hug. She whispered, “If your heart is already beating like that and you’ve only just met me, I don’t know if you’ll be up to what I have in mind.” She hadn’t even finished the sentence before she was already grabbing my wrist to see what number was showing on my old smartwatch.

“186 beats per minute,” she told me, and didn’t say another word until we reached the bar. I don’t know if it was a psychological game to make me even more nervous and manipulate my heart without even touching me—I was aware of it, but I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

I want to emphasize that English is not my native language, and if there are any errors in telling the story, they are the translator’s fault.

We got to the bar and sat down. When the waiter came over, he didn’t let me order what I wanted; he beat me to it and said, “A beer and a Coke.” As you can imagine, the Coke was for me. I asked him why he’d done that, and he replied that the caffeine in the Coke would really show me who I am. 

I felt strong palpitations again, but I didn’t say anything to her, because I knew deep down that she knew, and even though I wanted to give myself to her, I didn’t want to do it so quickly...

(She didn't know that I'm very sensitive to stimulants like caffeine, nor was she aware of my cardiac history, which I haven't revealed yet.)

We talked for a while (I’m going to skip over the personal topics we discussed)

And just as I finished my Coke, she asked me what my heart rate was. I told her 154, and she said, “We’ve been sitting here for a while—it shouldn’t be that high. You clearly have a weak heart, though I’m sure I’ve contributed to it being that way.” I replied in a shaky voice, something like, “Oh, really?” and right after that the waiter walked by and said, “Another Coke, please.” (That's when I realized I'd be his puppet until he got tired of me.)

These have been the most intense days for my heart.

Come, dare to win my heart, because once you have it, I’ll be your puppet, one you can manipulate as you please.

I will live for you as a body and mind without will, except for the will you choose to instill in me.

Every beat of my heart will belong to you, and you can choose whether to push me to the limit or not.

You can do with me as you please, and no matter how much I resist, I will end up obeying, because I will belong to you.

I am a gender-fluid person, although most of the time I feel like a boy. 

I am extremely submissive to the female figure. 

My kinks:

Cardiophilia (My favorite heartbeats are fast and irregular). Humillation

Degradation

CPR (Hard/Soft and multiples scenarios)

Chastity

Defib

Slave

SPH

Sissy