Soul Submissive

I want to consume him, to devour him, to hold him inside of me and keep him safe, satiating my lust from within.

For now, I must be satisfied with owning him physically. His body belongs to me, to love and adore at my hands. His cock belongs to me, to kiss, to suck, to handle, to fuck. His cum belongs to me. Not one drop will spew without my say so, nor without his cock embedded within me. I hoard each drop, enjoying the tickle of the drips escaping past my labia and onto my thighs. After he cums, I keep my thighs unclothed, so I can feel it drip for hours and smell him in on me.

He pleases me with his passion. My mouth waters at the sight of his eyes, looking up from his knees, waiting for my approval.

He is my Sweet Boy.

On a motorcycle, trust is everything. As a passenger behind S, two people on two wheels must work as one. There is no accommodation for error. Mistakes get people killed on motorcycles.

Behind the driver a passenger can only see over the driver's shoulder, peering around the helmet. Lean too far to the right or the left to get a better look at what's ahead, and the passenger can throw off the entire balance of the bike. Leaning to get a good look may make me feel better, but there is little I can do from the rear to change our direction.

Mounting the motorcycle I make a silent agreement with the driver to take care of me, to ride to the best of his ability to keep us safe, and hope to enjoy the ride. I won't enjoy a thing if I'm constantly second guessing from the rear seat.

I've learned I don't need to know what's ahead. I've learned that S is an incredibly skilled rider and all I need to do is mimic his movements. When we hit the twisty, windy mountain roads, I must trust him completely. Keeping my head directly behind his, my shoulders in line with his, leaning into the turns with him, straightening up as he does, holding on to him, but not so tightly that it restricts him, I ride blindly with complete faith.

We ride amazingly fast. If the turn has a speed sign of 30, we take it at 65. Passing 5 cars at a time over a double yellow line at 110, my heart climbs to my throat, but my body never gives an inch. I still mimic him, in sync, perfectly in tune with him and the bike.

The freedom that comes with this is exhilarating! My mind is clear, I need not think, I simply am. Trusting him completely, assured he knows the way, confident he is taking care of me, I can be free.

I imagine this is how he feels when he looks in my eyes and asks, "How can I please you, Mistress Tina?"

One thing that I truly love about my relationship with S is the enormous freedom that comes with it. He rarely asks me how I spent my day, and most often we just email. S is still living with his wife, who knows he's leaving, but isn't fully clear about his relationship with me. She knows I work for him, that we spend a great deal of time together, and that he is leaving. She suspects I am involved, but that is all. At this point, S is making endroads to move out into his own place. But once that is done, I greatly suspect my level of freedom still will not change.

S enjoys freedom more than any person I've ever known. He relishes it, savors it and craves it. Actually, his dominance is really just a reflection of that freedom. He wants me to submit my body for his pleasure, so he is free to do anything he likes to me, with no objection. He wants to be free to probe, lick, fuck, and physically manipulate me at his will. My pleasure is a byproduct of his desire to fulfill himself. And one thing he finds fulfilling is making me cum, over and over and over, at will.

Once we became involved, he helped me see how little freedom I had in my life, and encouraged me to seek it out for myself. Now I live alone, own my home, work for him, set my own schedule, and do what I please. He is the only person I answer to, and really, not all that often. I answer to him mostly about work issues, and rarely on my personal life. But if he calls, I drop everything for a chance to see him. And he knows this.

Being with S is a choice for me. Pleasing him is something I choose to do. I WANT to please him, I am not obligated to do so. I do not set out to please him because I am afraid of him if I do not. I want to bring him pleasure because I love to see him pleased! His smile, his approval, his touch are my greatest rewards! One thing I can do to please him is to please myself. I do not believe domination walks hand in hand with obligation. Either of us could walk away at any moment. It is a choice to be together, not a requirement.

A lover of freedom abhors management of any type. Management is enslaving not just to the individual being managed, but the manager to the same degree. So management is something S and I try to avoid at all costs. Accountability, maturity, ownership, responsibility, and honesty are all crucial to make this work. Fortunately, we are both adults, and willing to adhere to these principals. So truly the only managing S does is in regards to my diet, and even then, he just sets guidelines. It is up to me to adhere to those guidelines.

As a fully capable woman free to make her own choices in life, I want to please my loving Dom. Nothing else in life gives me greater pleasure than to hear him groan my name with ecstasy and tell me, "You're a good girl Sweetie."

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.