Soul Submissive

"I'm just not going to pay the mortgage anymore. Thank you very much for your time, but you're not helping me." I hung up the phone. The escrow representative had frustrated me beyond all reason, so my empty threat was all I had left.

I was still lying in bed. Remembering to call the bank first thing this morning, I had reached for the phone and called before my feet ever hit the floor. Now I was whining and weeping, frustrated that the bank had made an error in my escrow and having no luck getting someone to make the correction. The error was costing me an extra $500 monthly, although the money was going into my escrow account. It has just been so infuriating to be strapped for cash when it's someone else's error.

S reached over to console me. I didn't want any financial help, nor to discuss it any longer, as I had made my way through 5 representatives in 3 departments discussing, and getting nowhere. His touch was all I wanted, all I needed. He stroked my back, kissed my chest and my arm, touched my hair, wiped my tears, and cuddled me. I relaxed in his embrace. His kiss on my lips pushed the thoughts of money from my head for a moment. When I pulled away to look in his eyes, the frustration came back. I pressed my lips to his quickly to push the bad feelings away. It worked. I kissed deeper this time, sucking his tongue and bottom lip. I felt my body begin to respond.

Pushing my tongue into his mouth, he pulled me into him, and the kiss was warm and soothing. My body became stimulated, my pussy started to moisten and all I could feel was passion. I pushed him on his back and climbed up on him. Straddling his hips, I pinned his shoulders to the bed and looked into his eyes.

"Your only purpose is to make me feel better right now. I need to feel better. Lie still and let Mistress feel better. Don't struggle. I need this right now."

I rode him hard, pressing his face to the side against the mattress, until my body shuddered with orgasm. Breathless, I collapsed on top of him, kissing his sweet face and thanking him for taking care of me. He groaned with pleasure, barely audible.

"May I come now Mistress?"

"Yes, Sweet Boy. Yes. You did a good job. Come on now, cum."

He grasped my hips, furiously fucking me from underneath, gasping with ecstasy as he came.

I'm not sure if I've ever used someone so blatantly before. When I was a kid, I made friends with a neighbor who had a pool, just so I could swim there. As a teen, I went to the prom with a guy I didn't really like, just to go to the prom. In my twenties, I dated guys just to go out to nice restaurants. I've even talked a few guys into helping me financially from time to time, even though I didn't really care much for them. But to use a man in this way, well, I'm sure I've never done that before.

However, I will be doing it again.

My mind runs with questions.

"Should I climb on top of him? Is that what he wants? To submit? Or is he looking for his equal? Or maybe, just maybe, he's watching to see what I'm going to do."

We lie in bed, stroking, kissing, touching. As his head bows just a touch, I see my opportunity.

Quickly, I move to my knees, grab his hip, roll him in his back and begin sucking his cock. He moans with pleasure. His arms extend out to his sides. He is submitting. Soon I will be riding him, my palms pressed hard into his chest, and I will demand he declare his devotion to me.

It seems I lie in wait, like a spider, anticipating my moment to pounce and dominate.

In our day to day lives, he calls the shots. He may not always choose where we eat dinner, or what appointments we attend for work (we work together at his business), but he always, always ultimately chooses what HE does. He offers me options in life, but never makes choices for me. But if I want to be with him, spend time with him, I usually let him take the lead.

This is so comfortable for me. I love his confidence, his vision, and his brilliant mind. He is a born leader, while being very tender, soft spoken, and unassuming. People always look to S to take the lead, and he naturally does.

What he needed, what he loves, what he craves, he has found, is a woman who can take the lead and knows when to do so. What he needed was me.