“And while we are at it, bend over and let me see that beautiful pussy of yours,” I command with evident reverence in my voice.
As you move to comply I rub my hands worshipfully over your smooth rounded ass cheeks bringing a smile of contentment to your face.
“And this is what all the boys want, my pet?” I ask, taking your silky lips between thumb and forefinger and giving a little wagging tug. “This is what all the fuss is about?”
“All these years and all those boys sniffing around like dogs,” I leer rubbing your ass cheeks more vigorously. “All those silly boys chasing you around, teasing you, strutting and crooning, showing off, and generally making complete asses of themselves. So many hungry men and boys, desperate for a glimpse, a touch, a taste. All that for a few folds of feminine flesh.”
“That is all they know. Flesh. They do not grasp the significance of this soft tissuey gateway. For them it is just a gateway to their own fulfillment. They do not even begin to comprehend the depth to which this gateway can lead to a woman’s soul.”
“But never mind all that. They do not matter and for now neither does any reflection on the depth of your soul. Whose pussy is this, my pet?”
“It is your pussy Sir,” you reply hazily as though coming out of a trance. “It is yours. All that I am is yours Sir.”
“We shall see about that,” a sly grin oozing across my face, “But you are on the right track.”
Caption © For the Love of A Submissive, 2012