Man Discovers His Submissiveness
Geoff will never forget that day. That sacred day. The day his life began anew.
Untamed hair and sloppy clothes never tame Melissa’s beauty. Summer’s gifts of perfect tan and even more golden hair made her a breathtaking woman.
Geoff and Melissa returned from the beach. She took a hot shower.
Entering to the bedroom, she slipped on red thigh-high boots. They accented the sexy contour of her legs.
Geoff had never seen her in boots. Smiling at his admiring eyes, Melissa told him to strip.
His arousal was unmistakable. She looked at his swollen penis and said:
“Put that little thing away.”
She laughed. The familiar girlish sound seemed laced with mockery.
Obscurely embarrassed, he blushed from ankles to neck. The little thing softened. Shrunk. He felt doubly shamed.
Melissa pointed to the floor.
“Kneel, Geoff. Lick my boots clean.”
He felt an eerie sense of detachment. The kind when you feel as if you are watching yourself in a movie. He saw himself drop to the floor, press his tongue to one of his girlfriend’s gleaming boots.
The boots’ were soft and smooth, but not as much Melissa’s beautiful chestnut skin. Her natural fragrance blended with the boot’s tang.
The sense of self-observation dropped away. Enjoyment exceeded self-consciousness. Blotted out shame.
Kneeling before her in obedience, opened a hidden place in his brain. He felt warm, satisfied. Like returning to a forgotten home.
Licking her boots felt holy. Geoff met his submission. Felt joy so strong he trembled.
Melissa rested her other boot on his neck. His mind plunged into deeper surrender. Absorbed, Geoff was in the special timeless place unique to submissive men: ‘sub space.’
Later she switched position. He began licking her other boot.
He was silent in service. Melissa saw his chest expand and contract. Deep relaxed breaths.
Only Melissa, her boots and scent existed. She became his universe.
A sense of appropriateness sustained him. Kept the new emotions from confusing him.
Later Melissa pushed him away. Ran her fingers through his hair. Pulled his head between her thighs.
He had never given her more orgasms. Again she pushed him away. She sat up and said:
“Bring yourself off. I’ll watch.”
Geoff did little more than touch his penis before he spurted. The best orgasm of his life came from his heart not his hand.
Melissa ordered:
“Lick that mess up from the floor.”
Unable refuse her anything, he pushed away shame, bent his head and obeyed.
That afternoon defined their relationship. Melissa went from girlfriend to Goddess. Would she keep him at her feet always?
Each planned to attend different graduate schools. She changed his life but might not remain a part of it.
He knew he could never be happy with a woman who did not take control. One who, like Melissa, would delight in his need to grovel and adore.
He was a man who need to worship, serve and please women. To be owned.
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