I have always had submissive yearnings but never quite found a woman who was willing to take it to the heights that I desired. Most women wanted a typical courtship where the guy was the dominant one who took control like a Harlequin novel. That was fine by me to a degree. I definitely enjoy being in charge in the bedroom but there was always a curiosity about being with a woman who not only took control but demanded it. would I ever meet that woman. I know I would be no match for her as I want her to take possession of me and my willing to give her everything.
finding myself scrambling to try to win her favor again. then that she would laid it on the line. As I’m spoken to
"You are a pathetic little slave just waiting for me to collar you and treat you as mine. You will do as I say and will look to obey and please my every whim. From this point on your cock is no longer yours and you must ask me if you can touch it. Do I make myself clear?"
As I am stunned. Shocked. Speechless.
I am a salve . I desire to be collared and to be a pet. At this moment when I realized that I was meant to serve as I give my self away,
I wish to find out the depths of my seduction and servitude as I lay waiting. A quick flick of a riding crop that instantly puts my head to the floor. As actually closed my eyes to prevent myself from stealing a glance and getting further blows from the crop. I listen as heels came into the room and then walked around me. I have no idea what was going on but could only guess that I’m bring inspected I find myself silently hoping that I meet approvel
