Soul Submissive

"I'm drawn to you in so many ways. When you hold me and I kiss you, kiss your breasts, your arms, and smell your skin, I feel this energy flow from me, into you and back through me. I don't know how else to describe it but energy, and it just makes my cock hard, as if my cock responds to your energy, your will."

S is certain it is more than just sexual energy he feels with me, responding with a stiffened cock each time I grasp him tightly and release my energy into him. It is something primal, perhaps even esoteric and spiritual that draws us together. This feeling is reciprocated in my body. I realize my orgasms flow through me, from a source outside of my body, through the top of my head, down through me, into him through our connected groins, and then shoots back through me and up out of my body. When this first happened, I was overwhelmed with excitement, as I felt a vibration that I'd never known. Now it happens so often, I forget to be amazed.

Recently I've been studying about metaphysics to find some answers. The topic of chakras came about so I did some reading about the root chakra, with was suggested by a friend of mine. . .

The Root Chakra links us to the physical world, solidity and support - especially to the physical body. It is the foundation of energy. The Base or Root Chakra manifests strongly in the motivation to ensure personal survival by way of food, rest, and sexual expression. Spiritually, the base chakra has to do with protection of individual integrity. It is an energy center that provides a solid ground from which to establish our equilibrium in order to ascend to higher awareness.

Absolutely convinced that what I feel is very real, I'm willing to explore this information further. What I know is that what I feel with S is beyond my understanding of my lifetime. It exceeds anything I've every known. I feel certain I was destined to be with him, and as a born leader, I was destined to be his Domme. I love my life now, even with the ebb and flow, ups and downs. To live any other way would not be living. I am ready to grow to a new level, accept a new understanding, and see where this road leads. If life is this wonderful now, whatever lies ahead must be Nirvana.

I realized, while mounted on top of S, as he moaned with ecstasy, that control had shifted. I grabbed his hair, and while ferociously riding his cock, informed him that he was mine. He whimpered agreement. I took it a step further, asking him if we was My Sweet Boy. Again, with a whimper, he repeated, "Yes, yes, yes. . . "


We've been transitioning to and fro for a few weeks now, each of us from dominant to submissive, and back again. I have a difficult time knowing when the shift occurrs, as it is always S who initiates it. Most of the time he is dominant. He still sets the pace, keeps control, and let's me know how he's feeling. But I wait patiently for my opportunities to engulf him and make him mine. In those interludes his only purpose is to please me, which he does with great passion and humility.


Another facet has also entered our lives: equality. Somewhere in the swing between dom & sub lies this middleground. For the most part, in our day to day of sharing his apartment, we are equals. We work, play, dine, vacation, talk, love, and grow together as equals. But what I realize is that we both have our strong suits, and our weaknesses. There are times when I need his enormous strength, guidance, and wisdom and times he needs my tenacious fortitude and nurturing kindness.


Perhaps the roles have not changed at all. Perhaps the relationship has simply developed more roles.

"I'm sorry I got home late," S said as he walked in the door.

S has been staying with me for just a few days since he left his wife, until his apartment is ready for move in. I was struck by the use of the word "home" as he has only been here a few days and he isn't moving in permenantly, just visiting.

S has used "home" to refer to where he belongs. Being home for him implies this is where he is comfotable, accepted and peaceful. I was flattered that he felt this way in my home. I would do anything to accomodate him and help him through this transition.

After holding me tight and kissing me for a bit, he pulled back and looked into my eyes, relaxed and tired after a long day motorcycling with his buddies. I realized in that moment that it was not my house to which he was referring, but my embrace. In my embrace he had found his home.

He stood in my kitchen, on an early morning visit. S is always quiet, but in the mornings, even more so. He was not there to be intimate, but to support me as my soon-to-be-ex-husband moved the last of his things out of my garage and gave me his keys. We waited in the kitchen, barely speaking, and I was understandably tense. This would be the last time, most likely, seeing my husband of 13 years, and I did not want confrontation.

The Ex knows that S and I are partners in a business together; that's it. It would not be out of the ordinary to have S at the house, and I truly wanted some moral support this morning. So S and I stood in the kitchen, waiting, as The Ex was very late. When The Ex texted and said 30 more minutes before he arrived, I was able to relax a bit.

I was chattering from the nervousness, and S seemed quite unaffected. I reached to kiss him, and he stood back, aloof. When S pulls back, I become confused. What did I do wrong? Why doesn't he want me now? My mind reels.

A few moments later, in complete silence, S slowly reached his right hand out towards me and with the tips of two fingers, grasped the edge of my waist, pulling me in ever so gently towards him. He gazed into my eyes with incredible intent and placed his mouth over mine, ever so softly. He breathed in my breath, and wrapped his other hand around my waist, pulling me in tight. Suddenly, he was deep in my mouth, probing me with his tongue, and his right hand was on the back of my head. Becoming intensely aware that I was completely in his grasp, and I could not free myself, even if I wanted to, I felt panic rush over me, and then, release. With his tongue in my mouth, his hands grasping me, and his very presence in my soul, I began to cum, over and over. My legs weakened below me, but S held me so tightly that my heaving body simply dangled in his arms, all the while, with his tongue still searching my mouth for it's prize.

This went on for some time, but I could never say how long. In his arms time stands still. Euphoria consumed me like the sun upon the land on a cloudless day. Warm, inescapable, and restoring, his presence intoxicates me.