A serious conversation

My Goddess made me cum 6 times. And with her help that only took 30 minutes. She knew exactly what to say, what to do, and how to get me hard in no time. It was amazing. And oh so satisfying. Never in my life have I felt so satisfied and content and happy after those 6 orgasms. My brain was positively swamped with dopamine... And I could feel that I was looking at the situation differently now. As Aria knew I would. Not being **** to cum does change one's perspective. Actually, I was not nearly feeling as submissive as before. And not as eager to please her. My regard for her did not drop one inch, obviously, but my sexual needs had finally been taken care of and for the first time in 5-6 months I was not thinking with my dick but with my brains. I had totally forgotten how it feels to be 100% satisfied and not interested in sex or orgasm or anything sexual.

"Are you fine?" Aria asks me with a concerned voice.

"Yes, I am, just give me a minute." I answer and go into the bathroom, to rigorously brush my teeth. I cannot believe that Aria actually made me clean up every single time. And every time it was disgusting. And I was close to vomiting. But I did it for her anyways, and at least that part of it felt good. 5 minutes later I am fully clothed, my breath smells like peppermint, and we are sitting at the kitchen table opposite of each other.

As usual, Aria takes the initiative. "Now that you got rid of 3 months of pent-up cum, I am reasonably certain you will be able to make decisions with your brain, Philip, not with your libido. It felt wrong to have that conversation while you are still **** to cum, at this point I believe men are willing to say and do anything to get that release they so desperately crave." She looked at me but I did not feel like I had anything to add, this was supposed to be a serious discussion after all, and even though I absolutely love it when she talks like this, I needed her to move on quickly, because I was already getting hard again...

She waited a few seconds and when I didn't say anything she continued: "I want you to make a decision. Your Youtube Channel is doing well, you are already earning enough with advertisement alone to make ends meet. I saw the flirty direct messages from various women who approached you through the channel and who even used your professional email to get into contact. And I know that you will continue to do well, even without my guidance, and that makes me very happy, sweetheart. But we are now at a point where I feel bad if I keep you from dating. I know how **** you are for a girlfriend, and I am not sure I can give you exactly what you are looking for. You know what you can expect if we enter into a relationship with each other. More of the same we have experienced over the last 3 months. You will cum infrequently. I might start introducing you to anal orgasms soon. You might end up in an even tighter cage. You might not get erections in weeks. You will be frustrated 24/7 and your only concern will be to please your Goddess. I might make you eat on your knees. I might decide important decisions for you. You will spend a lot more time on your knees. And I will introduce you to corporal punishment. And now that I have seen your devotion and love firsthand, I doubt you will enjoy it as much as you think, if I take a lover for myself. Someone who can fuck me to an orgasm without having to resort to a strap-on. It might just break your heart when I do that. So... you have to decide now, sweetheart. I won't keep you as my sub any longer because I am aware that you want to start a family at some point and I am effectively preventing you from doing that when I keep you as my good, obedient subby."

She takes a long breath. And the hair on my arm is standing up. This is a crucial and important moment in my life, I realize. What I say now matters. Has real consequences. Potentially for a long time to come. And I appreciate her forethought. Allowing me to cum multiple times, to get rid of all arousal and sexual thought was really prudent because just listening to her was enough to get me hard again and if I had not cum in more than 3 months, it would have strongly impacted my decision. I am sure I would not even have considered the alternatives, even though Aria has been the one who thought me to not make snap decisions. To properly think before speaking. And so I don't answer when she stopped, but looked at the table and thought about what she had said. Was this relationship something I wanted to experience for the rest of my life? Was Aria the woman I wanted to have as a girlfriend? How do I feel about the fact that I will not ever win an argument with the person I will be spending most of my time with? I am extremely argumentative, and Aria does not accept "arguments" or excuses, how she likes to call them. I do have an outlet for that part of my personality though, I am frequently arguing online, in my political videos in particular, which reduces the need to do so with Aria. So I can live with the fact that she will win by default any argument we'll ever have. And at this point I have become so used to it, it barely hurts my pride anymore. But what I miss is ... to be able to touch my girlfriend whenever I want. To go to her and kiss her. To touch her ass through the jeans in public. To give her a slap on her ass, playfully, during sex. To be more dominant, at least once in a while. Aria has taken away any outlet for those desires. I am not even allowed to read such stories anymore. And obviously I cannot masturbate while reading them, even if I were allowed to do so. She has turned me into her obedient puppy, and sometimes I miss that power. To be in charge. To actually fuck a hot girl and make her cum with my dick.. Not my tongue or a strap-on. I won't be getting any of this from Aria, she has made that very clear, no switching, not even once for Christmas or my birthday.

I sit there for multiple minutes, silently pondering while Aria watches and waits patiently. I finally lift my head to look into her eyes and then I get up. Slowly I move around the table until I stand right in front of her, and then I went to my knees. "Aria, I can think of nothing, literally nothing, that would make me happier than you becoming my girlfriend."

She smiles and turns her chair a bit until I am kneeling directly in front of her. She spreads her legs - wearing jeans - and looks down at me. "Kiss my pussy and tell me between your kisses how incredibly lucky you are"

Eagerly I bend forward and after each kiss I give my Goddess another reason why she is better than any other female on the planet. She is my Goddess, and I belong to her. And after the sixth or seventh kiss I realize that my vision was becoming blurry but instead of drying up my tears, I continue to kiss her and explain with every kiss, why I am the luckiest guy in the world.