Surrender

Like a groveling **** or loyal pup I crawl along beside Domina on my hands and knees as she leads me to the other side of the room where she kept the ‘heavy equipment’. The area was like some well appointed bodybuilding gym but with machinery for exercises of a very different kind. The short, dense carpet provides just enough padding to allow me to crawl yet it was still rough and unforgiving enough on my knees and palms to make the movement something to be endured. As we move the main room lights dim again leaving only hard spotlights on these contraptions of wood and leather and gleaming steel. The crisp dark shadows they cast appear as twisted black demons against the floor and wall behind them. Even with knowing how she was doing it the seamless change in lighting still seemed like some crazy witchcraft.

Without looking down she asks in the tone of a statement. “You are enjoying this, aren’t you?”

After a pause I say. “Yes, Domina. I am.”

“Mmm. Of course you are. A man left with ‘freedom’. How…quaint. An adorable little fantasy. An even bigger fantasy than the one we embrace in here. And one you truly believe. You even think you want it.” She says, her voice cold and crisp. “Yet here you are on your knees. Trading that ‘freedom’ for just a taste of the reality you know in your bones. Men are born to serve goddesses like us, not play equal. Do you disagree?” She claws her fingers through my hair without breaking stride. “It’s okay, my princeling. You may be honest here.”

I peer up at her then back down to the floor. “No, Domina. I…don’t disagree.”

“It scares you?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Good.” We stop near the corner of the room where chains hang from the ceiling and on the floor and wall sit steel rings embedded in positions that quickly brought scenes to the imagination. “Before we find your throne for the day…” She suddenly turns toward me, her cock swinging past my nose just inches away. So close I could smell her fragrance. “It’s time we…deepen the experience, don’t you agree?”

My mouth waters as I stare down as the looooong cock swaying so tantalizingly close. “Yes, Domina.”

She grabs her shaft at the base and steadies it to face me. I stare down the barrel of her long gun as she stares down at me, her sharp features betraying no emotion whatsoever. I reach for it…

“Do not touch me!”

My hand pulls back as if it was burned. “Sorry!”

“Excuse me!?”

“Sorry, Domina!”

“On your feet, worm.”

“Oh! Are we done?”

“Did I say we were done!?”

“No, Domina! Sorry, Domina!” I scramble to my feet. I stand before her with my head bowed as a little tremble runs through me. Her scolding tone snapped across my psyche as vicious as any lash. It got my heart pumping in more ways than one.

“We could have done this the easy way. You’ll wish you were kneeling now.” She stares down into my upturned eyes and flicks my chin. “Squat.”

“Yes, Domina.” I say and lower myself into a full squat position. I nearly lose my balance but after a moment I steady myself in front of her. Again I find myself with her cock waving in my face.

“Hands behind your head.”

I do as she tells me, interlocking my fingers behind my head with my elbows out wide.

“Now…don’t move!” She commands. “Not one muscle except the ones I tell you.”

“Yes, Domina.”

She stands a few seconds watching me before saying. “Purse your lips.” I obey, pursing my lips as if about to kiss. “Parted, slightly.” I obey and peer up at her with wide, pleading eyes. My lips part wider, an invitation. Giving the eyes would have melted my Queen, but Domina was not so easily swayed. Her eyes narrow. “You little slut! So **** for a taste. I’ll take your mouth when I’m ready, if I ever am, and not a second before. Don’t get ideas above your station, my peasant princeling. You’ll have to beg before you get to touch this body properly. Lips pursed, parted slightly.” I quickly do as she says. She steps in and presses just her very tip against my lips. “Suck, but do not move.”

With just the tip, little more than the slit itself, poking between my lips I suck Domina as best as I can. My tongue laps at her hole as my cheeks hollow and relax in a steady rhythmic suckle. Domina shows no signs of enjoying this but her calm demeanor tells me that I was doing what she wanted. With so little emotion to feed off of I find this neutral approval alone quenches my thirst of approval and acceptance. I lock in and suck that half inch of flesh between my lips with all I could muster. That half inch however proves to be the most difficult cock I’d ever blown. With my ass a few inches off the floor and my hands stuck behind my head to deny their use to keep my balance I really have to concentrate to maintain my position. Before long my work weary muscles begin to protest then burn then tremble.

“Domina.”

“Why have you stopped?” Her voice cracks the silence.

“Sorry, Domina!” I say, wrapping my lips around her tip again and sucking. “Mrrmm.”

“You’re feeling the struggle. Good. Accept it. Love it. That suffering is your offering to me, boy.”

“Mmmm!” I try to shift or move but I was already in the only position that allowed me to hold my balance. My brows furrow as my sinews and muscles begin to scream for mercy. “Mrm!”

“Hold it!”

“Mmmm!”

“Don’t you dare move.”

“Hmmmmm!” I whimper as the tremble becomes a full on quake.

“You are young. Strong. Stronger than you know. It is only pain. Don’t even think about moving.” She says in a deep silken tone. “Focus. Focus! It will get easier. You have to earn it, boy. Don’t give up on me!”

“Hrrmmmm!!!”

By the time I finally got some honey flowing I couldn’t even savor it as it took every thing I had just to maintain my position and continue suckling. With my mind distracted and my body aching when the warmth of the honey spreads up my limbs and creeps into the folds and crevices of my mind it comes over me not as a high but as a blissful relief. With the others it had always been a heightening to a higher state, right now it was more a return to baseline though with that same expanding of my senses. As my limbs steady and my spirit calms I wonder how I ever lived without her precums soothing effects. I NEEDED it!

“Mmmmm!”

Domina gives me a slow, approving nod at my honeyed coo. “There it is. Just like that. Look into my eyes. That’s it.”

“Hmmmmmm.” I mewl as a wonderful sense of peace settles over me. The taut ache in my muscles melt into a tingling pleasant warmth. Her honey was not Heather’s but it was more potent than the others. And the way her eyes penetrated into the recesses of my soul she was somehow…amplifying the effect. She wasn’t simply feeding me her honey, she was wielding it’s power like one of those toys on the wall. “Hnnnmmmm.” I moan softer and hungrier as my tongue laps furiously at the source of my joy.

“That’s it. Embrace it. Surrender to it. Let go.” She croons as her dark, razor-edged gaze slices deeper still. “Deeper. Deeper, princeling. Yessss, there you are.”

“Hmmmmmmm!”

She pulls her cock away and for a moment I continue to suckle the emptiness she left behind. Standing back she inspects me as I hold my squat as rigid as my dick between my legs. “Yes. Now you are ready. You may kneel for me again.”