Submission

Today is the day.   You will show me if you are the sub I am looking for.

You will go into the darkened bedroom and remove all your clothing.  You will find a pair of panties that I would find pleasing.  You will find that blindfold you have secretly tucked away.

Gathering up your blindfold and dropping your pride you will walk out into the living room and into the sunlight.   You look up and see the curtains are opened and there are people outside going about their normal day and you tremble just a little, for fear of being seen but more so, wanting so much to become the right one.....my sub.

You will walk to the middle of the room, put on the blindfold and lower yourself onto your knees and assume your submissive pose.   Kneeling with your arms crossed behind you, wrists to your ankles.   You can feel them, although absent, in your mind you can feel the bindings, those bindings that are connecting your wrists to your ankles.  You wait.

You will wait....mins.....hrs?   Sitting there not being able to see with your eyes but only with your mind.   You can see yourself there on that floor waiting in anticipation for me.  Waiting for me to use you only for my pleasure.   With that thought, your nipples stiffen a little and you shutter just enough to allow your breasts to shake. You relish how they feel when they sway like that.  

As each sec passes you worry, worry that I won't show up, worry that someone will look closer into your window and see you there naked except for those panties, but most of all, in your submissive pose and blindfolded.   The humiliation.

Finally, in your mind you see me as I walk into the room, walking around you, looking you over, judging your pose, your hair, your body, you hope you meet to my satisfaction.   You want to speak, ask if you please me, what you could do to present yourself better, then you catch yourself, knowing a good sub never speaks unless spoken to.   You kneel there in silence.

You see that I have stopped in front of you and have leaned back against the table and is looking at you in expectation.   You search your mind and realize why I was just standing there, waiting, you hope you are not too late to recover from this mistake.  You immediately make an O with your mouth, opening wide and pushing your lips out.   You now sense my presence more than see with your mind's eye, me moving closer and feel the relief that you remembered what you were supposed to do just in time.  You don't want me to walk out of the room now.   You feel the movements as I reach down.....you hear the zipper, one clasp at a time being lowered.   You want to reach up and grab me, help, but realize your mentally bound, wrists bound to your ankles.   

You smell it first, that unmistakable smell of a cock.   Not dirty, but distinct.   You want to lick your lips but as a good sub, you know better, you are to sit there and wait with your mouth forming that O.  My cock makes contact, and you can feel the slickness as it is drawing little lines all around your lips.  Your tongue extends until it makes contact.   Running it all around that large head, searching for the entrance or is it the exit?  You take in the taste, the taste of my slickness.  You feel my cock following your retreating tongue and I enter your mouth.

You know what to do immediately, sucking in you pull me into your waiting mouth and allow it to be taken.  You feel me as I move my hand to your jaw, thumb in front of your ear, the rest of my fingers up under your hair behind your ear as I pull your head to me.   I start moving your head in a slow rhythm, in and out.  I am slowing fucking your mouth and you cannot do anything about it other than to using your mouth to please me.   You roll your tongue around that shaft and inhale, sucking hard on this lollipop.  

The rhythm becomes more frantic, your mouth is being used.   It has become an animalistic ritual of a pistoning cock fucking your mouth and you accept it, you want it, you want to please me.  

With a final thrust you feel it, you feel your reward, the reward you get for doing a good job and you go about your submissive duty to swallow it all, keeping your mouth closely sealed around that cock.  Not allowing a drop of cum to leak out or break the suction.   You feel it as it makes it's way down your throat, my seed, my cum, my body.  

Finally, I pull myself out of your mouth.  Reaching down I pull your blindfold off, you look up at me with your submissive eyes and wait for your instructions.   I lean back once more against the table and look you over.   Not bad, not bad for your first time as my sub.   I am feeling especially benevolent today.   You will unbind yourself, lay back, open those knees wide, pull those sopping wet....yes, your panties are sopping wet, pull them to the side and pleasure yourself for my pleasure.   For when you pleasure yourself, I truly receive pleasure.

You lose yourself, fingers exploring yourself as you lay there on the floor before me, open for all to see if they would just look through that window.  You cum, making noises, releasing all the pent-up emotions of humiliation and submissiveness.

Now that you have come back to your senses.   I have one more task for you to see if you are qualified to be my sub.