Submissive

For Him

The act of Dominance and submission is a power exchange, and I willingly hand over control and cede power to Him. He takes what He wants - but I have already given myself to Him. There is little true taking, mostly accepting what is offered and doing with it what He will. There are times when I think He gives more than He receives, but that is for Him to say. A few days ago, I had the luxury of truly giving to Him and what I received in return was unanticipated. This is for Him...

Tired, stressed, tense, adjusting to a new life, often alone, You carry it physically. I can see that as clearly as I see Your blue eyes. You sleep sporadically; You eat sporadically; You're carrying a heavy weight. But for a brief moment, You became physically vulnerable, You became mine.

As I ran my hands across Your skin, marveling in the feel of muscle and sinew under my fingertips, I felt Your body relax, I felt the weight lift. Rubbing Your back, kneading tired muscles, I heard You sigh contentedly.

If allowed, I would have caressed every inch of You. But I know the limits. I am Your sweet pet - only You may have control over Your body, no matter how intoxicating my touch may be.

Lips followed fingertips along Your back.  Softly I kissed every inch that I touched. You sighed again.  Tongue followed lips, licking and lapping at your skin, wishing I could touch and taste every morsel of You. Soft, pliant breasts pressed where moments before lips kissed. Bringing You pleasure filled me with wonder and desire.

My hands traced Your back, Your arms, Your neck. My fingers raked Your hair, smoothing Your furrowed brow. Long moments passed as I became hypnotized at the sight of my hands leisurely stroking Your body.

I tried to imprint my touch on Your body and Your soul. I want You to feel my touch long after I'm gone, when You need the weight lifted again, no matter how briefly. Close Your eyes and feel my soft hands, soft lips, soft tongue on You. My hands wander; my lips caress; my tongue tastes.

I felt You relax into sleep, and still I continued. I could not allow myself to stop, knowing the lack of touch might disturb these precious moments of rest for You. I admit, I could not stop because I would not let go of this beautiful moment of vulnerability You granted me. Just as You touched me with wonder in Your gaze earlier, so too, am I filled with wonder now that I can feel the reality of Your skin.

Any moment You wish to restrain, paddle, flog, spank, smack, hurt me, I gladly hand myself to You.  But any moment You wish to feel a small amount of peace in my care, I will care for You with all of my being and treasure every second.

In my submission, You tell me that You give and receive.  Now I understand what it means to give and receive.

Thank you, Sir.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, and an opinionated marketer. I’m also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

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