Soul Submissive

S loves to pleasure me. He loves to make me writhe in ecstasy, moan with pleasure, cry out and cum good, long and hard. My pleasure is his reward. This makes me a very, very fortunate woman.

But my approval is not a part of this equation. S often pushes me beyond anything I would do, just for his pleasure. As he always knows me better than I know myself, he knows difference between my true limits and my self imposed limits that he wants to shatter. This is why trust is so crucial in our relationship. I must trust, implicitly, that he is taking care of everything for me, has my best interests in mind, and would never put me in jeopardy.

Every time I am with S, he brings me incredible pleasure. He takes complete charge of our time together, and I don't even suggest plans to him, unless he asks. Being completely in his hands always pays off for me, so every moment with him only builds my trust in him, reestablishing that my Dom is truly meant for me.

Yes, a very, very fortunate woman, indeed.

To me, there is something so erotic about the mouth. What goes in my mouth is just as vital as what comes out of my mouth. If my Dom's cock is in my mouth, if he cums in my mouth, and I find this deeply erotic, shouldn't everything that goes in my mouth matter? If my words are the words of a submissive woman, shouldn't all of my words matter, whether I am in his presence or not?

My mouth is a sexual, sensual, and accountable place. So what I put in my mouth affects my entire body, and that body belongs to S. So shouldn't he be making the choices of what goes in?

When we are together, he decides every bite I eat and every drop I drink. He orders my food and drinks in restaurants. I don't even look at the menus anymore. I have no opinion, as I know he knows what is best for me. He is so kind, he often asks me if I like items before he orders them, but he doesn't really need to. He just does it to be kind. He also feeds me in public, pushing the food deeply and gently into my mouth, just because he chooses to do so. It doesn't matter that I love it; he would do it regardless, for his own pleasure.

When I am not with him, I have a list of foods from which to choose, and I abide by that list religiously. There is no reason for me to stray, ever. He has taken care of all of my needs.

My mouth is his home, for his mouth, his tongue, his cock, his fingers, his hands, words of kindness for him, words of love for him, words of praise for him, cries of passion that he creates in me, and sobs of pleasure.