Misc. Erotica A Submissive Woman Meets Her Match

[mitas_parlour]

I do not belong to myself.
I belong to the one who deserves my submission.
I belong to the one who has earned my trust.
To him I give my darkest desires.
To him I give my most secret fantasies.
I am his toy and his pet.
I am his most coveted prize.
I serve him and do his will.
My body is for his pleasure.
I seek to be pleasing and to please.
Sir .

He keeps me waiting.

Always waiting for him.
Always wanting him.
Always longing for him.
I am to do nothing without his word.
I am to do nothing without his approval.
I yearn for him.
I wait.
I obey.
Sir.

The smell of the leather arouses my lust.

His chair.

Our chair.

I sit in my place with my hands on my knees, my head lowered, and my eyes closed.

He approves.

I remain still and silent.

I obediently wait for him.

I submissively give to him.

I reverentially worship him.

I am his.

I am owned.

I wait.
Sir.

I long for his kiss.

I long for his lips and tongue to awaken me.

I ache for his touch.

I ache for his strong hands to control me, to manipulate me.

I need his control.

I need his commands.

I need his dominance

I need to be used by him.

I belong to him.

I wait.

Sir.
 
His kiss stirs my passion.

His lips pressed against mine tells me desire.

His touch burns my flesh and sears my heart.

His fingers glide across my skin leaving a trail of hunger and want.

He slowly and patiently touches every inch of me.

I obey and remain still.

I am pleasing.

He examines and inspects that which belongs to him and only him.

My body is not my own.

I belong to him.

I wait.
Sir.

He lowers me to my knees and I gracefully bow down in front of him.

I control my anticipation and hunger.

I control my appetite.

I must be pleasing.

He unzips his trousers and releases his manhood.

My eyes feast on the sight of him and my mouth waters.

I slowly bring my mouth forward and lick the bead of pre-cum to taste his sticky sweet saltiness.

I slide my eager tongue down to the base and then I bathe his entire cock with long strokes that go from the root of him the tip.

I swirl my tongue around his head before I take him full in my mouth and receive him with gratitude.

Yes, this is what I want and need.

I give him what he wants and needs.

I am pleasing.
Sir.

I delight in devouring him.

I worship him, licking and sucking him with pure satisfaction and pleasure.

He pushes his shaft deeper into my mouth.

I receive every inch of him.

He thrusts in and out hitting the back of my throat.

I fervently slide my mouth up and down his beautiful stiff shaft.

I greedily envelop him and allow him to own my mouth.

I was made for his enjoyment, my enjoyment.

I am pleasing.
Sir.

He slowly releases himself from my mouth and pulls me up to stand.

My juices drip down my thighs and my pussy begins to pulse in anticipation.

He sits in his leather chair.

Our chair.

He has me straddle his lap and turns me to face away from him.

He lowers me down onto his stiff and waiting cock.

Slowly he sinks into me.

I grip the arms of the chair to hold my position.

I feel his warmth and his hardness as I consume all of him.

His hands remain around my waist controlling my every movement.

I am his.
Sir.

He slides me up and down at his pace.

I grip his cock tightly with my pussy just as he taught me.

I am pleasing.

This is not for me.

This is for him.

He will not be rushed.

He will take his time and savor all of me.

He makes sure I know I know he is the one in charge.

He takes all of his pleasure out on me, but I will not cum until I’m allowed.

His delight is my delight.

I am his
Sir.

He plays with me.

I love how he plays with me.

He toys with me.

I love how he toys with me.

He savors and finds his joy in me.

My cunt throbs in delight for him.

My hunger builds for him.

My body willfully gives all to him.

I am pleasing
Sir.

He instructs me to stand and then he gets up.

He bends me over the arm of the leather chair.

His chair.

Our chair.

I use my arms to brace myself and I hold on tight.

Again, he will not be rushed.

Me makes me wait.

He takes his time.

He remains in control of his own pleasure and mine.

Slowly, very slowly, he enters me.

He moves as he pleases.

I am his.
Sir.

I am getting so close, but that’s exactly what he wants.

He wants to push me to the edge and keep me there.

He wants me to completely release all of my will.

He wants me to escape from myself.

He wants me to give him all that I am.

I feel him move in me deeper and I want to take all of him in.

I am still needy

I am still greedy.

He remains in control.

I am his.
Sir.

I begin to feel the pull as I release my last ounce of control to him.

I begin to feel the pleasure that only comes from giving him my entire will.

He goes deeper into me and into my soul.

He thrusts harder and harder, over and over.

The last tether releases and I begin to float.

He thrusts with more enthusiasm and with each push I go deeper into that lovely space.

He is completely in control.

I do not struggle with my will anymore.

I am lost in his all-consuming will.

I have pleased.

Sir.
 
I please him.

I am his good girl.

My release of the last of my will stokes his flame.

My total release gives him power.

His strength is all consuming.

He dominates my mind and my heart.

I have pleased.
Sir.

He rides me hard and long and my pussy obeys his every move.

Wave upon wave of pleasure radiates through me and fulfills him.

The surge washes over me again and again in orgasmic ecstasy.

I radiate with blissful satisfaction and contentment.

He has complete mastery over me.

There is no end and no beginning.

There is only him.

I am swallowed up by him.

I am consumed by him.

I have pleased
Sir.

He begins to cum and it sends me over the edge once more.

He takes all of his gratification out on me.

He pounds hard into me like he can’t get enough of me.

I am his toy and his pet.

I am his most coveted prize.

I serve him and do his will.

My body is for his pleasure.

I seek to be pleasing and to please.

I am his.

Sir.
 

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