A Beautiful Act of Submission (Patreon)

It was obvious you were submissive from the start, but ours wasn’t a domme/sub relationship from the start.

I could tell you weren’t ready for it. Not at first, at least. You were still caught up in what you thought it meant to be a man.

It was like you were concerned about having good sex stories to tell your friends instead of being concerned about achieving the highest level of pleasure.

You came around, though. It took a while, but I got you there. I slowly weaned you off of the ideas of traditional masculinity in the bedroom. I showed you that there was great joy in submission. I showed you that being a good submissive would bring me more pleasure than any session of pussy pounding could ever hope to deliver.

That’s how we ended up on the cusp of your first true pussy worship session. You were naked in my bedroom. You had your hands behind your back. Your cock was already hard. There was even a glistening drop of precum at the tip of your erection.

I emerged from my walk-in closet wearing a black corset, black lace boyshort panties, black stockings, and a pair of knee high black leather boots with three inch heels. I still remember buying the outfit. I wanted to play the part for you. Plus, a dominant outfit always makes me feel powerful, especially when I see the reaction on your face.

It was the first time you’d seen me dressed like that. Your eyes actually went wide as you stared at me.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked from across the room.

You nodded vigorously. “You’re beautiful,” you said.

I walked towards you. I took my time. My steps were slow and deliberate. I could see your arousal building. I saw your eyes darting. I saw you fidgeting. I saw a mixture of nerves and desire.

“It’s okay,” I said as I reached you. “You don’t have to be nervous.” My fingernails moved delicately over your chest and down your stomach. I dragged them over your erection. You winced as a hint of pain emanated from your pelvis.

“Are you going to be a good submissive for me?” I whispered.

You looked into my eyes. I saw a battle taking place. I saw you fighting with your male programming. I saw you trying to convince yourself that submission is what you craved. Then I saw you nod.

I wrapped my fingers around your cock and gripped it tightly. I saw fright in your eyes. You wondered if I was going to hurt you. I could have crushed your cock in my hand.

“That means no touching this,” I whispered. “Do you understand? Your cock doesn’t exist tonight. It’s nothing. My pussy is the only thing that exists. My pleasure is the only thing that matters. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you said.

I released your cock and the tension released from your body. I tenderly wrapped my fingers around your testicles and leaned closer. I kissed your neck, nibbled your earlobe, and said, “These are mine too and the cum in them is mine to control. You don’t get to orgasm until you’ve made me happy. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you said in a voice that was thick with desire.

I released your testicles and caressed your face. “You’re a good boy,” I said. I smiled as you shuddered. My words brought you pleasure.

I kissed you. At first, it was soft. My lips pressed gently against yours. My tongue gently probed and you opened your mouth for me. I invaded. Your tongue danced with mine. I moaned. I felt the dominant desire building in me.

“On your knees,” I said after pulling away from the beautiful kiss.

You sank to your knees with your hands still behind your back. You looked up at me. You looked like a sweet little puppy dog waiting for a treat from its master.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“I want to worship your pussy,” you answered as you held my gaze.

I reached out and ran my fingers through your hair. I took a tight grip and tilted your head back. I saw you wince in pain. It turned me on.

“Why do you want to worship my pussy?” I asked.

“Because your pleasure is all that matters to me,” you answered. “Because making you cum is the greatest pleasure I can imagine. Because hearing you moan as I worship your pussy would make me the happiest man in the world.”

I felt the wetness building between my legs. You were turning me on. Your submission was intensely arousing.

“Open your mouth,” I said.

You did as you were told. I positioned my head over yours and worked the spit out of my mouth. It traveled the distance between us and landed on your tongue. You kept your mouth open like a good boy.

“Swallow,” I said.

You closed your mouth and swallowed my spit. You couldn’t help but smile. You felt my domination. I felt your submission.

“You may take my panties off,” I said.

You reached up and slowly pulled off the black lace panties I’d picked out for you. You exposed my perfect cunt. I’d shaved earlier that day, leaving just a strip of hair above my clit.

“Your pussy is perfect,” you said with a sense of wonder in your voice.

“Yes, it is,” I replied. “And it’s a gift to be able to worship it. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, I do,” you answered. “I really do.”

I could feel the submission emanating from you. It was the soft look in your eyes and the way you held your body as you rested on your knees. It was the desire I could feel. It was your need to worship me.

I reached between my legs and put two fingers inside me. “Can you hear how wet I am?” I asked.

You nodded.

“That’s because of you,” I said as I pulled my fingers out and pressed them against your lips. You opened your mouth and sucked them clean. I pushed them to the back of your throat and watched you try not to gag. “Your submission turns me on. It makes me wet. It pleases me so much more than anything else.”

You nodded with my fingers still in your mouth. You understood.

I pulled my fingers from your mouth and said, “You may worship my pussy.”

You leaned forward and pressed your lips against my cunt. Your tongue darted out and pushed inside me so you could taste my juices.

I reached out and held the back of your head as I stood above you. I moaned as your tongue moved to my clit and you began to massage it with rhythmic licking.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Make me feel good. Worship my perfect cunt.”

It was your turn to moan. Your hands were still behind your back. You were being so good for me. You were immersed in the joy of submission. You were tasting my juices and trying to make me cum.

“Use your fingers,” I said. “Put them inside me.”

You pushed two fingers into my pussy. You searched for my g-spot, just as I’d taught you. You rubbed your fingers over it, fucking me in unison with your tongue’s talented licking.

I closed my eyes and groaned. You brought me intense pleasure. You made me feel good by putting my desires above your own. You worshiped my pussy without question.

“You’re going to make me cum,” I said. I was close. I’d been so turned on by our little domme/sub session that it wasn’t going to take long to get me off.

You licked me faster. You fingered me deeper. You made me drip.

I grabbed your head with both hands. I moved my pussy over your mouth. I fucked your face. Then I climaxed. I cried out in pleasure. My thighs trembled on either side of your head. I tightened my grip. You likely felt pain, but you kept licking me.

Finally, as the orgasm exploded out from my pelvis I pushed your head away. I let the pleasure wash over me as I stood above you.

“That was the best orgasm you’ve ever given me,” I said.

I wanted the comment to sink in. I wanted you to think about all the times you thought you’d fucked me so well. I wanted you to understand that your submission turned me on so much more than a good fucking ever could.

“Get on the bed,” I demanded.

You hopped to your feet and climbed into my bed. I stepped closer and took your cock in my hand. I stroked you, using your precum as lube. You groaned in pure delight.

“Did you enjoy worshiping my pussy?” I asked.

“Yes,” you said as your hips involuntarily lifted towards the ceiling. “I loved it.”

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” I asked while continuing to jerk you off.

You looked at me with confusion on your face. “I don’t know,” you said.

I let go of your cock and straddled you. My pussy rested against your stomach.

“Let me answer for you,” I said. “You never deserve to cum. Any orgasm you have is a gift from me. I control your pleasure. I control your orgasms. If I want you to have one, you will. If I don’t, you’ll abstain.”

I saw a mixture of agony and lust in your eyes. I saw the battle raging once again. You wanted to submit. You found pleasure in it. You wanted to cum, too. You wanted to push me off of you, grab your cock, and masturbate until you spilled your seed.

“I understand,” you finally said.

I smiled and sat on your face. I dropped my wet cunt onto your mouth.

“Worship me,” I said.

You looked up at me as my stocking-clad legs pressed against your chest. You caressed them as you worshiped my cunt.

“I can cum many times in a single session,” I said. “You’ll have to get me off more than once to deserve an orgasm. I hope you’re ready to worship all day.”

I didn’t give you a chance to answer. I smothered you with my pussy. The look in your eyes told me you were ready to worship for as long as it took, though.