Patiently he waits. Holding her wrists, keeping her physically helpless, he bides his time.
“I give you my body. My soul. My heart. I give myself to you.” Words so soft, nearly a whisper, yet with the booming power of all creation. “I yield to you all that I am. I am yours and you own me.”
He allows her to fall now to her knees. It is an act of mercy on his part, for she can no longer stand, not after such an admission. She must fall, down to defeat, down to meet her destiny, thrusting her body up underneath the words of her submission.
Tears well in the corner of her eyes as he strokes his manhood, lording it over her, compelling her to him. With passion filled lips she embraces, kisses, consumes him. Her mouth soft, her breath in quick gasps, her whole self awash in hot helplessness, she pleases him.
Her heart pounds at the reality of it. He has accepted the gift of her surrender and his use of her mouth is the proof. The giving of his penis over to her in this context can have no other meaning. For they have been to the depths and walked through fire. There is no other meaning possible for what they do now.
Not pure sex alone, but something of heart and mind. She on her knees, eyes closed, softly serving, he thrusting, testing her limits, readying himself to give a gift of his own.
O, forbidden idea! O, taboo practice! Flying in the face of every modern notion, this feeling, this truth that she is only a girl, who craves to swallow the seed of the man who’s claimed her, that by this act he may put upon her a stamp, his brand.
Out of the whirlwind of confusion and pain comes clarity. Out of the endless anxieties and anguishes of life, comes truth. A moment, pivotal in time.
For as he erupts in her subjugated mouth, her purpose is made clear. Her meaning, obvious. Her existence and purpose, fixed in the firmament: She is a fulcrum through which, by means of a lever, one might move the world itself.
He is that lever. A rod of power. In body, spirit and soul, pure. A man of honor. Courage. Strength. He shall not leave her side, shall not forsake her nor make a mockery of her sacred offering to him. He does not blaspheme the divinity of her surrender.
Rather, he goes deeper, into the temple of his mind, upon his own knees, seeking the gods of honor, the ways of men. And against all those forces within himself, and without, which represent selfishness and meanness and vanity and pettiness, against these he wages war.
No place is there for jealousy, ignorance, fear and foolishness, not when one has drawn the sword from the scabbard. Razor sharp is this, the power of man, the power that no woman may possess and which cuts to the quick all who run afoul of it. Raised rightly, it is the standard, the rallying point of all existence.
No, the man does not take idly what has happened, not for a moment. The woman has prostrated herself to his intimate service, she has bid him draw the sword, that he might be a man, her man, and that he might rule over her.
In might and majesty and mercy. Now and forever.
Her head is to the floor, her hair falling about his feet. She waits. He looks down upon her, fists clenched, with awe and love and a desire unspeakable.
One man, one woman, accepting nothing less.
“To the bedroom, girl,” he commands. “Upon your hands and knees.”
Crawling, a secret smile on her face, she obeys.
Other Reese Gabriel Titles From Pink Flamingo Publications
A Cage of Her Own
Backwater Bondage
Blackmailed Into Bondage
Bondage Town
Captivating Katy
Captive Beauties
Chasey's Surrender
Coeds In Captivity
Dominating Miss Daisy
Enslaving Erica
If You Love Me: Catia's Surrender
Mastering Melanie
Needing The Whip: Tales of Female Surrender
Nurse Bethany In Bondage
Obedience School
Own This Body
Punish Me, Please: Slavery For Sheila
Punishing Pamela
Punishment House
Sinner's Fire: The Punishing of Rachel
Slaves of Vengeance
Sold!.. To The Highest Bidder
Teach Me Tender, Teach Me Rough
To Whom She Crawls: Tales of Bondage, Betrayal, and Redemption
Tormented Twins
Yes, Master!
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